Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System

They were the heads of Fei Tianhong and Gang Yue.

Although all three heads bore fierce, ferocious expressions and were covered in mottled bloodstains, people still recognized them immediately.

Instantly, all the Ninth Grades in the tent stood up, their faces filled with astonishment.

Especially Mike’s Twice-Cooked Pork.

He was the Ninth Grade assigned to delay Gang Yue and Fei Tianhong, and had been engaged in combat with both of them. Mike’s Twice-Cooked Pork knew very well that the only reason he could stall these two Ninth Grades was because they were slacking off, not fully committing to the battle at all. Otherwise, his Ninth Grade Battle Armor wouldn’t have lasted that long.

But how long had it been? The heads of these two extraordinary, formidable Ninth Grades had already been severed.

Gang Yue, in particular, had a body as tough as copper and iron; he definitely couldn’t have been killed easily.

Everyone present was a Ninth-Grade Martial Artist, so they couldn’t have mistaken their identities either. The Ninth Grade auras on these three heads were incredibly distinct, clearly indicating they had just died recently.

”That head belongs to Qiu Fenghai. He was the Four-armed Race’s Divine Elder and the strongest of them all, causing Cang Ji to suffer losses countless times.

”To think that this old fox was killed too!” Zhao Qian’en explained, his hands and feet turning ice-cold.

No one else recognized Qiu Fenghai; after all, this old fox was too shrewd and had never even appeared in the Jing Niao City battle. But Zhao Qian’en had always been with the Zhao Qi Corps. Back when Lin Dongqi held the Commander Seal, they had fought against Qiu Fenghai.

Qiu Fenghai was very cunning and terrifying. If Cang Ji hadn’t broken through, this enemy would have been his equal.

Subsequently, the group of Ninth Grades all turned their gazes toward the outside of the tent. Could it be that Marshal Yuan Longhan had arrived to be able to slay three Ninth-Grade alien race experts at once?

But something wasn’t right. They hadn’t sensed the aura of a Paragon.

They had been too tense earlier to recognize Su Qingfeng’s voice. Their subconscious simply judged that the one who threw the heads was a human.

”My God! Just what kind of monsters is the Divine Land hiding? How could they kill another three Ninth Grades in less than an hour?

”Lord, tell me this isn’t real!

”Are Ninth-Grade alien race experts nothing more than salmon in mustard before the Divine Land?

”This is unbelievable!” Mike’s Twice-Cooked Pork exclaimed, clutching his head with exaggerated body language.

”Son, shout out a victory report. Let us father and son bask in the glory for a bit. I feel a bit ashamed, so I can’t bring myself to yell it out!”

As he spoke, Su Qingfeng and Su Yue had already descended from the sky and were just about to reach the tent.

”Uh, Dad, to be honest, I feel a little ashamed every time I shout a victory report too.

”Let’s just forget it this time. It doesn’t feel justified!” Su Yue replied, his face turning ashen.

His dad was truly something else. You feel ashamed, so you encourage your son to yell it. Is this how you throw your son under the bus?

In the distance, the human army had already formed neat ranks under the leadership of their respective generals. When they saw Su Qingfeng and Su Yue landing, there wasn’t much panic since they were familiar faces. They just didn’t know why the two had returned so suddenly.

”Did Su Yue lose something?”

At the very rear was the social organization combat group, where Bai Xiaolong and Yang Lezhi were discussing in low voices.

Why wasn’t Meng Yang there?

It couldn’t be helped. Meng Yang was a student of East Martial. He was now an orthodox member of the Zhao Qi Corps, standing proudly and majestically in formation, awaiting their triumphant return.

Bai Xiaolong was furious about it.

”Probably. Su Qingfeng went to cultivate with Uncle, so who knows how strong he’ll become!” Yang Lezhi sighed with emotion.

”What the hell are you envious of? Below the Grandmaster level, you, Yang Lezhi, are already the strongest beast globally. I’m the one who’s envious of you!” Bai Xiaolong glared at Yang Lezhi.

”Alas, I can’t help it. I’m naturally excellent and extraordinary. It’s only right that you envy me,” Yang Lezhi didn’t deny it, nodding calmly.

Bai Xiaolong wanted to kill him.

Further away, Gong Ling, Wang Lu Feng, and the others also spotted Su Yue. Of course, they were now members of the Divine Land Research Institute. They had to maintain discipline and couldn’t just shout and holler.

Ma Xiaoyu wanted to call out to Su Yue, but Sima Lingling stopped her with a stern look. Sima Lingling didn’t look kindly upon Su Qingfeng. Having a father like that could easily be a bad influence on her students.

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”Su Qingfeng, what is going on here?”

Seeing Su Qingfeng and Su Yue walk in, Zhao Qian’en and the others were dumbfounded with shock.

Did this father and son duo do it? No wonder the voice had sounded a bit familiar.

”Nonsense! We brought the heads right to you. Why ask so many questions?

”Wetland wanderer Su Qingfeng and West Martial Su Yue schemed to slay three Ninth Grades, seizing three cities for the Divine Land!

”All the credit goes to my son this time. It was his master plan!” Su Qingfeng plopped down on the main seat, resting his hands on his hips.

Looking at all these unworldly faces, Su Qingfeng felt extremely badass. No one else had any part in this merit; it belonged entirely to his son. He wanted to see just how the Military Department would reward his son now.

”Su Yue, how did you guys manage this?!” Zhao Qian’en picked up the three heads and inspected them back and forth.

He deduced quite a few details. Gang Yue and Qiu Fenghai seemed to have fought each other. Could it be that these three Ninth Grades had engaged in a dogfight, allowing Su Qingfeng to swoop in and pick up the scraps?

Of course, Zhao Qian’en and the others couldn’t detect any Paragon aura. In fact, neither did Su Qingfeng. With Mo Kai’s cautious nature, he had long erased all traces of his aura.

”Uh, well... It’s all thanks to my dad’s prowess. I only offered some minor suggestions,” Su Yue nodded profoundly.

No details meant all the details. The Ninth Grades were already dead. As for the rest, you guys can fill in the blanks yourselves!

”What are you all still standing around for?

”The Divine Elders of those three cities have been killed. Right now, their Eighth-Grade City Lords should be packing up their valuables. Why aren’t you deploying your troops immediately to crusade against them? Are you just going to stand here twiddling your thumbs?

”If you go too late, you won’t be able to loot anything!” Su Qingfeng reminded them faintly.

”Everyone, let’s divide our forces into three routes and march to flatten these three cities immediately!

”There’s no time to lose. Let’s move out at once!” Zhao Qian’en smashed his fist into a wooden pillar, his entire body trembling with excitement.

Su Yue had truly achieved a heaven-defying merit this time. If they could thoroughly destroy these three cities, the Eastern District Battlefield would become the first battlefield devoid of any threats.

In the future, more and more Martial Artists would come to the Eastern District Battlefield for training and adventures. Whether it was for Dongdu City or the Zhao Qi Corps, this was an incredible boon. This had been Lin Dongqi’s lifelong wish. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t get to see it.

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Outside the tent!

The various Divine Land legions were ready to go. Everyone stood proudly and majestically, prepared to return to the Divine Land to embrace praise and glory. A triumphant army, forever accompanied by glory. Confidence shone brightly on everyone’s faces.

Yang Lezhi said his goodbyes to Bai Xiaolong. He didn’t plan on returning to the Divine Land; instead, he would follow Yao Chenqing to cultivate for a period of time first. Once his resources were depleted, he would return to the Divine Land to restock.

Right now, the great army was merely waiting for Zhao Qian’en’s command.

”Victory report!” Finally, Zhao Qian’en walked out of the tent and roared at the top of his lungs.

Behind him, the group of other Ninth Grades also emerged from the tent. Uncontrollable ecstasy was plastered across their faces.

Zhao Qian’en had inexplicably bellowed a victory report. The sheer volume of his voice was like muffled thunder, rolling continuously through the air. The words ”victory report” lingered for a long time!

Upon hearing this, all the Martial Artists in the corps froze in their tracks. The war had already ended, so how could there be another victory report?

Bai Xiaolong gulped. He spotted Su Yue mingling among the Ninth Grades. Bai Xiaolong had a gut feeling that this victory report probably had something to do with that kid Su Yue again.

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”Victory report!

”Shen Zhou West Martial Su Yue and Divine Land Shenchu City’s Su Qingfeng have slain the Blood Boiling Race’s Ninth-Grade Divine Elder Fei Tianhong, the Steel Bone Race’s Ninth-Grade Divine Elder Gang Yue, and the Four-armed Race’s Ninth-Grade Divine Elder Qiu Fenghai!

”A family of two War Gods, slaying three great Ninth Grades in a row, assisting the Divine Land in flattening the Wetland!

”Army, hear my command! Divide into three forces immediately and thoroughly destroy these three cities of sin! Create a glorious era for the future generations of the Divine Land!” Holding the Roaring Divine Spear, Zhao Qian’en stood tall before the three armies and raised his arm in a rallying cry.

After his voice faded, the world fell dead silent.

Disbelief. Everyone was in utter disbelief.

The hearts of the low-grade Martial Artists pounded wildly. All the Ninth Grades in the Eastern District Battlefield were dead? That meant the Divine Land army could effortlessly march over and trample the three cities.

The Grandmasters looked at Su Qingfeng and Su Yue in sheer astonishment. They simply couldn’t believe it. Three Ninth Grades! Those weren’t three fat sheep. How could they just be slaughtered so easily?

But the heads in Zhao Qian’en’s hands were genuine and impossible to fake.

Excitement! These Grandmaster generals were so excited they couldn’t even speak. Just what kind of miracle was this?

”Entire army, hear my command! Move out and flatten the Wetland!” an Eighth-Grade Vice Admiral roared. Because he yelled so fiercely, his voice was somewhat hoarse.

Faced with the opportunity to create a miracle, they had to seize it. Clearing out the Eastern District Battlefield held extraordinary significance.

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”Flatten the Wetland!”

”Flatten the Wetland!”

”Flatten the Wetland!”

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Every Martial Artist in the entire army was roaring at the top of their lungs.

It was exhilarating. Who wouldn’t be excited?

Bai Xiaolong gripped his sword tightly, itching to charge into the cities and slaughter the enemy.

”Looks like I’ll have to fight another battle before I can go cultivate!” Yang Lezhi took a deep breath, his motorcycle already igniting in flames.

”Bai Xiaolong, what are you doing?”

He turned his head again, only to see Bai Xiaolong casually sitting on the back seat of his motorcycle. That was Xu Baiyan’s exclusive seat!

”Drive! There’s no time, we need to lead the vanguard!” Bai Xiaolong urged.

Yang Lezhi frowned as he straddled the bike. ”Bai Xiaolong, let go! Don’t wrap your arms around my waist. That’s disgusting!” Yang Lezhi was about to lose his mind.

That gay dude Bai Xiaolong was treating him like Meng Yang!

”I’m a little scared with you driving one-handed!” Bai Xiaolong said, hugging him even tighter.

The war! It had begun!

The Grandmasters split into the three legions, leading the mighty and imposing iron-blooded army as it unreservedly steamrolled toward the three cities.

Su Qingfeng and Su Yue looked down at everything from the sky, unable to suppress the surging hot blood in their chests.

”Dad, aren’t we going to join the battle?” Su Yue asked.

”There’s no need. The Ninth Grades are dead, so this war is destined to be entirely one-sided. It doesn’t hold any value for your growth,” Su Qingfeng shook his head.

”Yeah, I understand!” Su Yue nodded.

Indeed, fighting a one-sided steamroll wasn’t very interesting, and crushing weaklings was boring.

”Let’s go cultivate!”

This time, Su Qingfeng led Su Yue and departed once again.