Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 160 - 131 There is No Regret Medicine in the World

Chapter 160: Chapter 131 There is No Regret Medicine in the World

Wu Xiaode placed his hand on the statue, slowly bowing his head to look down.

The red cord tied around his wrist was made of two thin ropes twisted together, one of which had snapped into several pieces and had disappeared with a gust of wind.

Only one remained.

Wu Xiaode read the explanation in the Book of the Dead, then looked at the thin red cord left in his hand, and immediately understood.

His destiny had changed from "Death God’s Cage" to "Path of Peace"?

Hisss—

This long-haired man had issues!

He was so eager for me to serve under him, but he wanted me dead?

I had no grudge or grievance against him!

Wu Xiaode suddenly remembered the time when the Demon Spider was on the city walls, releasing the Death God skill—

People went to ask the titled professionals for help.

The first to step forward was this long-haired man.

He effortlessly knocked away the "Death God" and the Prayer for Death.

—Was he really that strong?

Countless questions rose in Wu Xiaode’s heart, yet he apologized with a face full of regret, "I’m sorry, my hand slipped, ah, there’s nothing I can do about it now, please forgive me."

The gentle smile on the long-haired man’s face gradually disappeared.

He looked at Wu Xiaode coldly, his body emitting a crackling sound.

—It was the sound of bones crackling throughout his body.

"The organization you were supposed to join is the ’Skywalking Divine Bird,’ and they’re currently busy harvesting souls in a world that’s about to be destroyed—they won’t have time for you right now," the long-haired man said darkly.

The dwarf became nervous, pulling out two kitchen knives, holding them in both hands that danced about, screaming, "You can’t break the rules of the city, Sixth! You can’t make a move yourself!"

"Of course I know," the long-haired man said, "Since they are not giving face, let it be. But when joining forces, you must face three challenges to determine your strength’s qualification. That’s the rule."

"Exactly, that’s the rule," the dwarf nodded and said.

The long-haired man walked with his hands behind his back, slowly stepping down from the stage, with a look of anticipation on his face.

Ding!

Wu Xiaode felt his number tag suddenly vibrate.

He looked down to see a line of text appearing on the tag:

"After three battles, your professional qualification will be determined by a computer judgment."

"The three battles are about to begin."

"Current number of challengers ..."

"Class A professionals, totaling 197."

"Number exceeds limit."

"Begin reporting."

The long-haired man stood by the stage, the corners of his mouth curling slightly as he spoke, "I suggest conducting an indiscriminate street battle to assess through real combat."

"I agree," the dwarf immediately said.

The computer rapidly displayed a new line of text:

"The two titled professionals have deliberated."

"Deliberation passed."

"Battle rules for this event:"

"Every ten minutes, report each professional’s position for ten seconds duration."

"If the battle is not completed within an hour, report each professional’s location every five minutes."

"If not completed within two hours, report each professional’s location every minute."

"If not completed within three hours, directly display each professional’s location."

"Countdown ten seconds, street battle begins!"

Wu Xiaode’s face, previously apologetic, couldn’t even hold the apology anymore.

Just because I didn’t join your forces?

Now you have gathered 197 Class A masters, all eager to fight me?

You really want to put me in a deadly spot?

If the long-haired man was in league with the "Death God," I could understand.

But why the dwarf—

Wu Xiaode couldn’t help but glance at the dwarf.

"Sorry, kid," the dwarf said with a face full of regret, "You’ve offended a titled professional. For the peace of the Holy City, you should go to the Death World. It’s better for all of us."

To go to the Death World.

That meant to die.

Wu Xiaode curiously said, "It seems I have no enmity with you."

"Indeed no enmity, but I stand with our titled professionals. That’s not a problem, right?" the dwarf said with a grin.

Wu Xiaode was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "That’s indeed no problem."

He looked at the long-haired man, who continued to stare at him.

They looked at each other calmly.

The computer screen was continuously counting down.

Ten,

Nine,

Eight,

"There’s no remedy for regret in this world, hope you remember this in the Death World," the long-haired man said.

Wu Xiaode thoughtfully said, "No remedy for regret in this world..."

Three,

Two,

One.

"The fight begins!"

The moment these words appeared on the computer, Wu Xiaode disappeared from the stage.

Almost at the same time—

One after another, figures flashed onto the stage.

"Boss."

"Good to see you, Boss."

"Have seen the Boss!"

The Class A professionals saluted the long-haired man one after another.

"Go, catch that newcomer, kill him," the long-haired man said lightly.

He suddenly remembered the "Death God’s" admonition and added, "Bring the body back."

"Yes!"

The crowd replied in unison.

However, as everyone looked around, no one saw anyone.

"He runs fast, but the computer has already recorded his appearance and characteristics," one man said.

"Spread out, all over the city, once ten minutes is up, we’ll immediately find him," another man said.

"Go!"

The crowd swiftly left the stage, dispersing in all directions.

Wu Xiaode stood amid layers of invisible mist, watching the scene before the stage from afar.

One hundred and ninety-seven people.

They were all Class A professionals.

Quite troublesome.

After all, their locations were reported every ten minutes.

— So, should I just kill the long-haired man directly?

His gaze turned towards the long-haired man.

After hesitating for a moment, he shook his head.

He was in a "ring fight" status, but attacking someone outside the fight might violate some rule.

At the moment, the rules were on the other side’s favor.

Better to be cautious.

Wu Xiaode thought for a few moments, stood up, walked out of the street, and all the way to a certain tavern.

He sneaked in through the back door, gathered a bunch of food in the kitchen, packed it up, and carried it out the front door, sitting down in a pavilion.

Resting and eating could restore soul power.

— The Life Nourishing Talisman given by Zhao Zhibing was still stuck to his body.

With this talisman continuously exerting its power, his recovery of soul power would presumably be faster.

Wu Xiaode released a formless Demon Mist of silence, then laid out various foods on a table and started wolfing them down.

He ate very quickly.

About seven or eight minutes later, there was almost no food left on the table.

Wu Xiaode wiped his mouth, held a bowl of soup, and slowly sipped it, occasionally looking up at the Book of the Dead.

Suddenly, a line of ice crystal text appeared on the page:

"Your soul power has recovered to 7 points."

"Current soul power value: 7/19."

points.

In an open, fair, and just fight in the ring, he would still worry whether these 7 points of soul power were enough.

But now...

The opponent didn’t follow martial principles and gathered over a hundred people for a melee.

Thus, he didn’t have to keep up appearances anymore.

Suddenly.

Two professionals walked past outside the pavilion, slowly stopping their steps.

"Where did that kid run off to?" one muttered.

"Let’s rest a bit, in a few minutes the computer will report his location—he won’t be able to run anymore," said the other.

"Right, there’s a pavilion here, let’s sit for a while," the first one said.

Wu Xiaode took another sip of his soup and placed the bowl down.

The two men walked into the pavilion.

Beep beep beep—

Noise came from the badge.

A line of text popped up:

"Displaying the location of all contestants!"

The two men looked down.

In an instant.

Wu Xiaode formed his fingers into a sword and lightly slashed at the napes of their necks—

Ding!

The badge displayed the map of Holy City, and at a small pavilion’s location, three flashing dots clustered together.

A second later.

Two of the dots disappeared.

Only one red dot was left, flashing swiftly.

This red dot was Wu Xiaode.

...

Ring.

The long-haired man was comfortably sitting under the ring, legs crossed, quietly waiting for the outcome.

"Is it even necessary for us to stay here?" the dwarf said.

"I enjoy the pleasure of hunting—now that the hounds are out, waiting for them to bring back the prey will be satisfying," the long-haired man laughed.

Suddenly.

A person appeared on the ring.

Wu Xiaode.

He looked at the two titled powerhouses below the stage and grinned:

"You’re right, I have already started."

He lifted two heads, swung them towards the long-haired man, and then carefully placed them on the ring.

The long-haired man’s face turned ashen, and he coldly said, "You won’t be so lucky forever."

"Lucky?" Wu Xiaode wondered, "I never rely on luck when killing."

Before he finished speaking, suddenly, a professional flew towards them from afar, excitedly shouting, "I’ve caught you!"

In a flash,

a bronze hand emerged from the Void and clenched into a fist.

— Iron Wire Fist·Destroying Power!

A fierce punch was thrown, hitting the professional in the groin, making him clutch his crotch as he jumped onto the ring, letting out a piercing scream.

Whoosh!

Another bronze hand formed fingers into a sword, mimicking Wu Xiaode’s actions and chopped at the man’s neck.

The screaming abruptly stopped.

Wu Xiaode stood up, walked over slowly, placed the man’s head with the previous two heads, and then turned to the long-haired man with a smile.

"You don’t know me very well to make me your enemy, I must say, you are a bit rash."

"But no worries."

"Soon, all your minions will report to the Death World."

He then looked at the dwarf and calmly said, "I’ve thought about it carefully, and you were right."

"I was right?" the dwarf pointed at himself, puzzled.

"Yes, for the stability of Holy City, I’ll kill all your men too," Wu Xiaode earnestly said.

He stood up, looking into the distance.

Clusters of professionals were rushing over.

"Kill him!" the long-haired man roared.

The response was enthusiastic.

The crowd only wished their parents had given them more legs so they could reach the ring immediately.

Yet Wu Xiaode remained as calm as ever.

"Two sirs."

He softly said:

"— There is no cure for regret."

As his words fell.

Majestic mist surged up, shrouding his figure within.

Shortly after, the mist disappeared too.