Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 119 - 94 Little Wu’s Martial Arts

Chapter 119: Chapter 94 Little Wu’s Martial Arts

White Horse Village.

Legend has it that an Immortal riding a white horse descended from the heavens, touched by the pure customs and kind hearts of the people here, thus resting in the village for a period.

——According to historical records, such legends have existed for over a thousand years.

Many people laugh when they hear this, dismissing it as yet another groundless tale.

But Wu Xiaode knew it was true.

Such a world.

Once had so many mighty spirits.

——Why did it become a "low-level civilization world"?

The car stopped outside the entrance to the village.

Wu Xiaode got out of the car and said to the Royal Guards inside:

"You can go back. I have some personal matters to attend to, no need to follow."

"Sir, we should at least leave three people to assist you, otherwise, it won’t be easy to explain," the guard captain said with difficulty.

"Then leave three people," Wu Xiaode said amicably.

The guards nodded and truly left behind three sharp and capable companions, while the others started the car and departed.

"Thanks, be careful on your way back!"

Wu Xiaode waved from behind.

If the opponent he encountered later was just an ordinary person, he could handle it alone; there was no need for these people to make a move.

If it was an Awakener—

These people staying here would only increase the danger.

Whose life isn’t a life?

Better to let them go back.

Let the older ones go back to their wives and children, and the younger ones take a break, go out for fun, have something nice to eat.

The world was already changing.

Let everybody enjoy these peaceable days a little longer.

Wu Xiaode said to the remaining three, "Find a shady spot and take a breather."

"Are we going to fight?" asked one of them.

"No, I’m just here to catch up with someone," Wu Xiaode replied.

"Understood. We’ll find a concealed place to stand by, ready to follow your orders at any time," another spoke.

"Thanks for the hard work."

Wu Xiaode turned around and strode towards the village.

Beep!

"You have one new voice message."

Wu Xiaode didn’t stop his walk, pulling out his phone to glance at it.

An unknown person.

Certainly a stranger he had never met, yet so conspicuously appearing at the top of his contact software’s friend column, with a name called "Your Majesty" attached.

The name flashed with colorful and dazzling effects.

It seemed unlikely to be a scammer, but rather the true emperor himself.

Wu Xiaode opened the voice message.

The emperor’s rich, deep voice immediately sounded:

"Little Wu, what are you doing in that godforsaken place?"

"Your Majesty, this village is tied to my past. I heard some rumors that someone might harm the village, so I came back to check," Wu Xiaode replied.

The emperor’s voice rose: "Oh? Is that so? Allow me to check."

After a few dozen seconds.

"Damn, it turns out there’s already a team preparing to slaughter the whole village," the emperor exclaimed in surprise.

The matter seemed to be getting complicated.

"Your Majesty, can you access underworld intelligence?" Wu Xiaode asked tentatively.

"Nonsense, the world’s most famous underground market was established by me and several other national leaders," the emperor boasted proudly.

"You—established an underground market?" Wu Xiaode inquired, puzzled.

"There were all sorts of chaotic black markets before, hard to manage, always causing trouble. So we built the largest one, to minimize the risk to a controllable level," explained the emperor.

"Haven’t those mingling in the criminal underworld noticed?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"A bunch who only know fighting, killing, and indulging in vices every day, do you think they can perceive the mechanisms of power in this world?" the emperor said with disdain.

The emperor continued, "Alright, indeed someone has recruited a temporary team intending to massacre the village. I’ve added you to that team."

Wu Xiaode was thrilled and flattered, "Your Wisdom shines bright, my Emperor!"

"You get on with it. Best to investigate who is behind this," said the emperor.

"I will do my best," Wu Xiaode replied.

"I have to attend a meeting, we’ll talk again in the evening," said the emperor.

His avatar still hung at the top of the friend column, but beneath it displayed a line of small text:

"My officials, kneel in peace."

He’s already gone, and still so flashy?

Let Zhao Junyu do whatever—

If he’s not into women, indeed, he handles things efficiently and neatly.

That said, Zhao Zhibing seems pretty normal.

No.

Zhao Zhibing is the real survive-at-all-costs type.

Wu Xiaode shook his head, no longer thinking about royal affairs.

He looked at the newly appeared group in the friend column and clicked into it.

Immediately, a notice popped up:

"Action commences in fifteen minutes."

"Assembly point: The fast-food stir-fry restaurant at the entrance of White Horse Village."

"Arrive immediately."

Good.

Then let’s go.

Wu Xiaode stepped forward, walking in the direction of White Horse Village.

...

The fast-food stir-fry restaurant.

As soon as Wu Xiaode walked in, he saw several burly men enjoying hotpot.

The floor was littered with beer bottles lying helter-skelter.

In the small restaurant, several tables were joined together, holding three hotpots, five dishes, and two stacks of steamed buns.

Apart from this table, there were no other customers.

The owner was still busy in the back kitchen.

The big fellows were avidly eating, guzzling beer, and occasionally glancing at the clock.

"Your nickname?" someone asked without turning around.

"Little Wu, the Wu from Wu full of virtue," replied Wu Xiaode.

"Brims with martial virtue? Hahaha, kid, if you weren’t an Awakener, I’d have slit you open and used your intestines to accompany my drink by now," a big man with a pipe in his mouth laughed.

Wu Xiaode also laughed, took a glance at the group, and asked, "And which one are you?"

"The Corpse Examiner." The big man exhaled a long puff of smoke which the wind blew straight towards Wu Xiaode.

"Would your death affect the mission?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"I’m responsible for overseeing the mission’s completion and distributing the rest of the payment beyond the deposit," said the big man.

"For the sake of money, I won’t kill you."

Wu Xiaode waved his hand casually for a hit.

The big man stood up to block, indeed he blocked it, just about to spit out some harsh words, but then realized something was off.

He found himself flying into the air.

Thud!

His back crashed against the wall, shaking the entire small shop.

Everyone went silent.

A casual punch was able to achieve such an effect, no one knew how high the young man’s Soul Power value had reached by now.

After a moment passed,

the owner, hearing the noise, peeked out from the kitchen, came over with dishes, and casually added a chair for Wu Xiaode, along with an extra set of chopsticks and bowl.

"Thanks," Wu Xiaode said.

He sat down carelessly and started picking food to eat.

After that one palm, no one spoke up.

It just so happened to be lunchtime.

Wu Xiaode had rushed in without a break and the noodles he had eaten that morning had long been digested; he was hungry and started picking up large chunks of chicken and mushrooms from the hot pot to eat.

The mountain ingredients were rich in flavor; he’d eat three bites of food, shovel two bites of rice, and drink a mouthful of beer, extremely delighted.

He hadn’t been eating for long when the time just approached the dot.

"Alright, everyone’s here. Get ready to start working."

The man who claimed to be the Corpse Examiner said.

He glanced at Wu Xiaode, spoke seriously, "Brother, you’re the youngest. You’ll be in charge of scouting the periphery. If the police or powerful figures come by, you have to take action."

For these people, killing villagers was no more than chopping melons and vegetables.

What they truly feared was an unforeseen mishap.

Placing Wu Xiaode in this position could be considered a significant use of his talents.

Wu Xiaode ate his meat in big bites and said with a smile, "But I want to kill."

Everyone laughed along with him.

Anyone in this profession had one or two unique predilections.

If this young man didn’t enjoy killing, that would actually be strange.

"No worries," the big man smiled knowingly, "After the brothers finish their work, we’ll leave a few for you to kill to your heart’s content—By the way, what kind of people do you like to kill?"

"Killing women is the most interesting," someone interjected.

"Women are boring, killing children is interesting," another person added.

"Killing a whole family is what feels real," a third one said.

"No, those are all too common," Wu Xiaode, took a sip of his chilled beer, shook his head, and said, "Where we tread is hell itself, and you’re only concerned with killing ordinary people. This will only take you further away from the height of an artist."

"Then you tell us, what constitutes killing as an art?" the big man asked.

All eyes turned to Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode put down his beer bottle, grinned, and said, "Those haunted by vengeful spirits."

Cling!

The long blade by his side seemed to move a little, or maybe not at all.

Everyone’s expressions froze on their faces.

They sat there unmoving, maintaining a listening demeanor.

Only the man who claimed to be a corpse inspector was struck by something and sent flying out of the fast-food restaurant, crashing into a large tree across the road with a loud bang.

Wu Xiaode picked up his chopsticks and continued to search for food in the hot pot.

He fished out a few slices of lotus root and, still unsatisfied, scooped up two pieces of chicken, a piece of tofu, and a slice of yam, piling them all into his bowl before bowing his head to eat.

Outside.

The burly man stripped off a piece of soft armor from his body, splintered into two pieces, and let out a roar:

"This is a violation of the mission requirements, you will be hunted down by the entire underground world!"

A hand reached out from the Void and slapped him hard across the face.

Another hand clenched into a fist and threw an Iron Wire Fist directly.

Thud!

The burly man stepped back but showed no expression on his face, as if he wasn’t afraid of the punch at all.

The two Demon Hands continuously used Destroying Power, Swinging Force, and Hammering Force, relentlessly attacking the burly man in turns.

Sometimes he parried, sometimes he took the blows head-on, but there were no wounds on his body.

He strode towards Wu Xiaode.

"So it’s the hard-earned skills of the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Shirt, my apologies!"

After saying that, Wu Xiaode lifted his head to gulp down a mouthful of liquor and placed an item on the table, then continued eating his meal with his head down.

It was, surprisingly, a pair of black gauntlets.

Both gauntlets were intricately stitched, twisting the red demonic tendon into a "three" shape.

The red tendons on the pair of gauntlets were identical in length and shape, looking quite striking against the black exterior of the gauntlets, showing that the crafter had gone to great lengths.

The pair of Demon Hands outside suddenly disappeared.

They reappeared next to Wu Xiaode’s chair, putting on the two gauntlets before hurriedly flying outside.

Halfway through their flight, the two Demon Hands flashed and vanished into the Demon Mist.

The next instant.

The burly man reached the entrance of the fast-food restaurant, about to release energy, when he suddenly stiffened as well.

Behind him, near the area of his glutes, the two Demon Hands had just completed a pinpoint explosion.

The burly man said coldly, "It’s useless, that’s not my weak spot, and no matter how underhanded your tactics are, you can’t injure me."

No sooner had he spoken—

Boom!!!

A fiery explosion burst forth from behind him.

The burly man screamed tragically, leaping ten feet into the air, and as he landed, he was set aflame by a combination of punches from those Demon Hands.

The Demon Hands didn’t relent and kept hitting him non-stop.

At first, the burly man could still defend a few blows, but as the Demon Hands attacked faster and the flames grew more intense, he gradually couldn’t keep up.

Only then did Wu Xiaode put down his chopsticks, laid his hand on the Dream Blowing Blade, and staggered out of the snack bar.

"So many wronged souls, they cling to a wild dog—waiting for your death," he said, glancing contemplatively at the sky.

The burly man gritted his teeth, about to respond, but saw a sharp golden streak flash before his eyes.

Clang!

Wu Xiaode sheathed his blade, chewing on the unfinished food in his mouth, walked back into the snack bar, sat down on a chair, picked up his bowl, and continued to wolf down his meal.

Outside, the burly man lay on the ground motionless.

His head had been sliced off and carried away by a wild dog that dashed away swiftly.

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