Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System-Chapter 640 - 229: Damn Little Tyrant_4

"Big brother, let's never rob anyone in our next life."

Huang Tuo wet his pants.

Hong Guo is sure to lose, there's no doubt about it.

And our heads are going to be forfeited here.

"Yes, if we hadn't robbed, we wouldn't have met Hong Guo, and we wouldn't be suffering this unwarranted disaster. I regret it immensely..."

Huang Kui looked utterly heartbroken.

Why is the young master so brainless? Now it's trouble; he's attracted the attention of the Grandmaster.

It's all over.

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"My disciple's only flaw is that he's a bit arrogant.

"Ah, outstanding people often have these faults; he'll need convincing in the future."

Mo Kai shook his head.

The only dissatisfaction he had was that Su Yue was too reckless.

Facing ten opponents.

Unless a Fourth-Grade Warrior comes forth, it's simply not possible.

Lan Qi's subordinates are not lacking in Third-Grade pinnacle fighters.

It's rash.

Mo Kai took out a teapot, inside was a small pot of tea stolen from the Divine Land.

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"I'll fight!"

"I've long disliked this brat; I want to kill him."

"I'll fight too."

Within seconds, ten male Third-Grade Martial Artists stepped forward under Lan Qi.

They were all at the Third-Grade pinnacle, seasoned warriors.

Fury.

Su Yue's series of provocations had incited their anger.

They were dying to tear Hong Guo apart.

"Leader, please allow us to fight."

Ten Third-Grades surrounded Su Yue; once Lan Qi nodded, they would attack.

"Do you want to..."

Lan Qi was worried.

She didn't want Su Yue to get hurt, but the bet involved more than 100 pairs of leather boots, which was significant. Although she was the leader, she couldn't act recklessly.

Lan Qi sought a perfect solution, hoping at least their blows could be restrained.

"Fine, then you ten pieces of trash come.

"If I, Hong Guo, act, I don't leave any survivors. Since you've stepped forward, be prepared to die.

"Likewise, my head you may also freely take."

However.

Before Lan Qi could speak, Su Yue coldly scanned the group.

Dominant.

They were strong Third-Grade Martial Artists.

Killing them here will help relieve some pressure on Earth.

It will also assert his dominance.

Having backing, he wasn't afraid of offending anyone.

"Brat, you're simply too arrogant!"

A Third-Grade martial artist trembled with anger.

What kind of fool is this?

A novice Third-Grade challenging ten Third-Grade pinnacles and even claiming to kill?

Is he insane?

"As it's a challenge, life and death are up to fate.

"Stop wasting time, begin!"

Sixth-Grade Grandmaster frowned.

He couldn't comprehend the Divine Elder's intention.

Mo Kai had issued him directives.

Allow Hong Guo to kill others, but don't allow others to kill Hong Guo.

This Hong Guo... what exactly is his background?

Even the Divine Elder is helping to cheat; it's terrifying.

Yet, the Sixth-Grade Grandmaster didn't say much, as Mo Kai instructed him to keep quiet.

"You all, go easy."

At this point, Lan Qi couldn't stop it.

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"I'll take your life, mangy dog!"

Rumble!

A Third-Grade pinnacle body moved fast, the steel blade in his palm swung down toward Su Yue's face, with a whistling wind indicating strong resentment.

"You'll die in one move!"

Almost simultaneously, the other nine Third-Grades sealed all possible escape routes from different angles.

"Careful!"

Lan Qi was so nervous she was drenched in sweat.

The Sixth-Grade Grandmaster also held his breath, Hong Huo was too reckless.

"Second brother, close your eyes; we'll die more peacefully."

Bloody scene; Huang Kui and Huang Tuo didn't dare to watch.

Other female martial artists sighed.

This handsome young man dying due to his recklessness was regrettable.

The brain is a good thing; just having looks does no good.

"Sigh... my glorious moment has finally arrived."

However.

Su Yue, in the eye of the storm, coldly smirked.

A group of Third-Grade pinnacles, each with 500 Qi blood.

Those characters, no matter how many came, Su Yue could kill them all.

Whoosh!

As the blade swung down, Su Yue's body merely swayed slightly, and the blade narrowly missed his face.

At this point, the attack net from others of the Yangxiang Race enveloped him.

Impregnable.

Yet Su Yue remained calm.

He did not use the Little Lingbo Step, unsuitable for the Yangxiang Race.

But merely relying on instincts, Su Yue could effortlessly evade these assaults.

Su Yue discovered something else.

As he grew more adept at combat techniques, he could vaguely detect flaws and weaknesses in the enemies' strategies.

Right!

In Su Yue's eyes, the combat techniques used by the Yangxiang Race were riddled with flaws and easily defeated.

At this moment, Su Yue could even predict.

...

Two minutes later!

Facing the combined assault of ten Third-Graders from the Yangxiang Race, Hong Guo still hadn't lost.

Though only dodging repeatedly, none of the Yangxiang Race's moves landed on him.

Lan Qi was astounded.

She finally understood why Hong Guo was so self-assured.

It turns out he was incredibly powerful.

The man she, Lan Qi, loved was indeed extraordinary.

Huang Kui and Huang Tuo opened their eyes, dumbfounded.

Was the young master this powerful?

Turns out they didn't know how deep Hong Guo was, simply because of their own weakness.

Nearby, layers upon layers of the Yangxiang Race surrounded them, everyone incredulous.

Hong Guo, who should have been torn apart in one move, was still deftly dodging.

Zi Mo frowned.

This Hong Guo was unusual.

Zi Bai was enraged, liver hurt, even wanting to personally kill Hong Guo.

"Truly worthy of the Divine Elder's favored refugee, could this lad have noble lineage? He hasn't even used combat techniques, formidable."

The Sixth-Grade Elder finally set aside his contempt for Su Yue.

At Third-Grade, achieving such skill, destined for greatness.

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"Does he disdain using ordinary combat techniques? Or flaunts not using them against Third-Grade Martial Artists?"

Mo Kai grasped the teapot.

Even he was mildly shocked by Su Yue.

Facing ten Third-Grades, not using combat techniques, that was terrifying.

"I know now, he doesn't understand those basic combat techniques."

Shortly, Mo Kai frowned deeper.

He was Ninth-Grade, able to discern much.

Hong Guo wasn't being disdainful, he simply didn't know them.

Martial Artists who've trained in combat techniques would inadvertently reveal certain traces.

"Huh... This is... superior combat skills..."

Yet in the next breath, the teapot in Mo Kai's palm trembled.

In a flash, the flame on Hong Guo's life string ignited, fiercely burning.

In this instant, the ordinary Third-Grade Yangxiang Race member suddenly manifested terrifying aura like the Fire God's descent, unprecedentedly terrifying.

He was like an awakening Flame Giant, ready to scorch everything ahead.

In Hong Guo's eyes, Mo Kai even saw a demeanor befitting of ruling the world.

"I get it, he disdains...

"My disciple, his ambition is sky-high; he scorns the training of ordinary combat techniques.

"This... he's pursuing the Peak path."

Mo Kai crushed the teapot.

The Peak path, the supreme route.

The Eight Races Sacred Land's Peak ancestor is just such a fated powerhouse.

Since childhood, from first to Ninth-Grade Peak, never trained in any ordinary combat techniques, always starting with superior skills.

This is the supreme route.

What is this Hong Guo's background?

Did he come to Mao Yao City truly because of exile?

"Hong Guo, no matter your background, meeting me Mo Kai means you are my disciple.

"If I treat you sincerely, even if you're connected to the Peak Race Sect, I won't be held accountable.

"Moreover, I might even earn the Peak's gratitude.

"Original... you have this additional layer of background."

Mo Kai breathed a long sigh, even feeling a sense of relief.

He's now completely satisfied with this disciple.

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