Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System

Chapter 134: Chapter 106: Racing All the Way

Highway.

A specialized military vehicle sped down the road at maximum speed, racing wildly.

Toll stations along the way had removed all speed bumps, and the roads were under strict martial law wherever this vehicle passed to ensure a smooth journey.

All the way to Cengyan City, there wasn’t a single other car on the road.

”Another 20 minutes, hurry, hurry!”

Pan Yizheng was driving the vehicle, eyes sharp as a hawk.

He was still wearing blood-stained clothes, and his saber lay tossed on the passenger seat, its blade coated with a thick layer of blood, making the cabin reek of iron.

Twenty minutes ago, Pan Yizheng was still fervently fighting on the battlefield.

Just as he was about to take down a Grandmaster from the Palm Eye Race, he was suddenly called back urgently by Grand General Mu Jingliang of the Military Department.

Despite a tinge of regret, military orders are absolute; Pan Yizheng dared not delay, especially as this was a highest-level recall from the General.

When Pan Yizheng returned to the Wet Ghost Tower camp, he learned that something major had happened in Cengyan City.

The families of thousands of Martial Artists had been captured by the Yangxiang Sect, who even livestreamed the situation on the Martial Arts Official Website.

How could this be allowed to happen?

The battlefront in the north is critical; internal strife among Martial Artists at this time, or even passiveness in battle, could lead to major issues.

Gathering a thousand people’s families together was no joke at all.

If these thousand people were slaughtered, it would lead to a host of problems.

Even if the families of those Martial Artists were not killed, their morale would still be severely impacted.

This time it’s Cengyan City; where will it be next?

Even the Grandmasters have families; who doesn’t consider their parents, wives, and children to be their lifelines above all?

If this issue isn’t resolved properly, it could definitely lead to major problems and even involve other war zones.

Moreover, as Grand General Mu Jingliang clearly stated, among the hostages taken by the cultists, there are direct relatives of two Grandmasters.

Pan Yizheng was ordered to take on this dangerous task.

He drove the fastest vehicle at the highest speed, frantically heading towards Cengyan City.

Among several Major Generals of the Miracle Corps, Pan Yizheng specialized in speed; not only is he fast himself, but his driving skills are the best in the army, making him the only suitable candidate for this mission.

The vehicle moved at full speed like a monster sprinting with all its might, roaring through the wind.

At full speed, theoretically, it was a 50-minute journey.

But Pan Yizheng had stripped away the back seat and some miscellaneous items, and he even threw out the rearview mirror, reducing the wind resistance and making the car lighter.

He could reach Cengyan City in 40 minutes.

Upon reaching Cengyan City, he would abandon the car and dash straight to the battlefield.

Inside the car, the projection displayed detailed information on the shopping center.

The footage was clear; possibly to affect the Martial Artists, the Yangxiang Sect had spent heavily on the cameras.

Pan Yizheng could see both the first and second floors.

The areas with hostages were all covered by the Yangxiang Sect’s livestream.

Meanwhile, the rooftop had data from Cengyan City’s government, with details even more apparent.

Pan Yizheng saw the Investigation and Arrest Bureau resisting at both the east and west gates.

He even saw Su Yue darting around on the rooftop and also witnessed Gong Ling’s arrow.

”Su Yue that kid has improved quite a bit, his Little Lingbo Step is quite adept.”

From the camera’s angle, Su Yue seemed like a slippery eel, not a single cultist among dozens could even touch his sleeve.

But it was ultimately of little use.

The Yangxiang Sect’s cultists were well-armed, and he was, after all, just an ungraded high school student; even with a strategic sword, he could only slash once, rendering it practically useless.

And Gong Ling’s arrow was even more astounding to Pan Yizheng.

He could see that the wind on the rooftop was strong and it was night; with Li Xingpei and Fen Jiao fighting, the light was even somewhat distorted.

Yet under these harsh conditions, the young girl managed to accurately shoot at Fen Jiao’s foot, displaying incredible long-range talent.

Wind direction, wind strength, lighting, brightness and darkness.

Any factor would affect the performance of that arrow, yet it was so steady it was terrifying.

Unfortunately.

The arrow was an ordinary arrow, the bow was an ordinary bow.

Trying to pierce through the defense of a grade-five alien race was a fool’s dream.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The engine roared, flames spouted from the exhaust, giving the appearance it would burst into flames at any moment.

”Everyone, hold on for another 20 minutes, wait for me...”

His hands gripping the steering wheel were drenched in sweat.

Pan Yizheng hadn’t been this nervous in a long time; right now, he wished he had wings to fly there, ten times more nervous than his first descent into the Wet Domain.

...

North Zone Battlefield.

The air in the Wet Domain was humid, with persistent rainfalls throughout the year, the ground muddy and often swallowing up half a shin in sludge.

This world had not a single dry spot.

Of course, such a moist climate made the vegetation unusually dense, with numerous varieties, uncountable. Though there was sunlight here, the sky remained a murky grey, presenting a bizarre scene never seen on Earth.

A plain of marshland, the center of combat for the North Zone battlefield.

The Earth stronghold was built right behind the plain; the originally dark-grey swamp had been stained crimson by blood, the overwhelming scent of blood spreading everywhere, even countless rainstorms couldn’t wash it away.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

From deep in the sky, thunder roared, and the curtain of rain was incessantly slashed by Sword Qi, even space itself would occasionally shatter, with over a dozen Grandmasters clashing furiously in a frenzy of energy waves that could destroy the world.

On the ground, countless human squads cooperated with each other, fighting valiantly.

Against the allied alien forces, the human Martial Artists were at a significant disadvantage.

The Four-armed Race had four arms, each longer than those of the human race; they could wield four weapons, fully suppressing the humans.