Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 167 - 138: Another Title Skill!

Chapter 167: Chapter 138: Another Title Skill!

Deng Hou...

How peculiar is this monkey’s title?

And what about its soul power limit?

Wu Xiaode silently pondered.

Perhaps noticing his expression, the monkey cleared its throat and spoke,

"The deal is done, I might as well throw in some bits of intelligence while answering your questions."

"You may not know what a title is."

"A so-called title is a designation recognized by the laws of the multi-layered worlds, achieved through one’s own efforts."

"These titles all possess some kind of special ability."

Wu Xiaode said, "What exactly is a multi-layered world?"

"That is another piece of intelligence, I’ll talk about that later," chuckled the monkey.

"Tell me the information at hand," Wu Xiaode said helplessly.

"Alright, now I will tell you how to defeat the ’Death Gods’ created by the Demon Gods."

The monkey’s expression became serious, and it said earnestly,

"The Demon Gods cultivate soul crops, always attempting to harvest souls for sustenance, especially within the Prison of Sins, where exceptionally strong souls appear, which is why it’s an important source of food for them."

Wu Xiaode, puzzled, asked, "Doesn’t anyone stop this? Just letting the Demon Gods consume their own kind?"

"I’m not sure of your identity, but having grown up in the Prison of Sins, you may have learned some benevolence and morality, understood propriety, righteousness, integrity, and honor, but I have to tell you a truth—"

"In the many layered worlds, death is treated very frivolously."

"Many races with no grudges meet, and each wants to consume the other."

"The one less skilled will inevitably die."

"Remember this."

Wu Xiaode said in a deep voice, "Is there really no such thing as justice?"

"Justice? If justice could make you taste better, then all Demon Gods would be competing to teach you what justice is—that’s the so-called cultivation standard," said the monkey.

"But among humans, we always have some moral standards," Wu Xiaode said.

"That’s just the civilization you’ve been exposed to," the monkey replied.

Suddenly, it said, "Ah, I’ve said too much. Now, let me tell you how you can kill that ’Death God’ guarding the crops."

"There are many methods."

"I only know one of them—"

"Our current Intermediate Layer World is the ’Holy City’ world."

"In this world, countless laws with the power to grant titles reside."

"But among them are some unique laws that can disperse the rules on a Death God’s body, causing it to lose its ’soul-harvesting’ rule power, and thereby kill it."

"How do we find these entities?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"Most such entities are extremely powerful and won’t bother with us, but some like staying with humans, like—"

"Spiritual Artifacts."

"Spiritual Artifacts?" Wu Xiaode was momentarily taken aback.

"That’s right, when weapons have spirits, it means that the laws have used the weapon’s body to birth consciousness—such weapons, with immense power, can easily slay a ’Death God,’" said the monkey.

"How can you tell if a weapon is a Spiritual Artifact?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"The most fundamental criterion is as follows,"

"In the many parallel layers of worlds, there is only one such weapon."

"It is unique, existing only in a certain world—that is an important symbol of a Spiritual Artifact," the monkey said.

"That’s hard to confirm though. After all, I can’t go through all the parallel worlds," Wu Xiaode said with a shrug.

"One notable characteristic is that Spiritual Artifacts have self-awareness," the monkey said.

"Also, Spiritual Artifacts have names—just like me, a weapon with a unique name can be considered powerful."

Stretching lazily, the monkey said, "Alright, in the Holy City, continuous victories will attract the nearby laws’ favor. Get yourself a title first to have the chance of drawing the attention of Spiritual Artifacts—keep it up!"

Having said that, the monkey pulled out a banana, peeled it, and began eating it with relish.

Wu Xiaode stood in the arena for a few minutes, then slowly walked down and stuck his number plate on the computer once again.

Immediately, a line of small text appeared on the computer:

"Pairing successful."

"You have acquired a challenger."

"The battle is about to begin."

Instantly, an old man holding a long saber appeared on the stage.

Then, the monkey with the title "Deng Hou" suddenly looked up.

"Eh? You’re still fighting? Not taking a rest?" it asked in surprise.

Wu Xiaode paused for a moment.

—Thousand Hands’s defense is not consuming soul power.

In the last battle, he only used two points of soul power, which was used to emerge from the multitude of bronze hands, transform into the silent Demon Mist and fly behind the burly man.

A total of two seconds.

Two points of soul power.

Was there any need for a rest with such a minor consumption?

However, Wu Xiaode suddenly came to his senses.

No wonder the burly man had said, "You’re actually using your ultimate move?" "...willing to use soul power" and such.

They thought he had expended a lot.

Thinking back, "Thousand Hands" was an ability he got after having achieved perfect evolution from the Holy Source.

Its power was indeed far beyond ordinary skills.

No wonder it led to misunderstandings.

"I need to acquire a title quickly, find a Spiritual Artifact, and kill the Death God," Wu Xiaode explained.

"Are you sure you can win?"

"...I have to try. I don’t have much time."

"You’re in such a hurry, as if someone is out to kill you—fine, we’ll count down from three, and then the fight will begin," said the monkey.

"Three, two, one!"

The old man wielding the saber rushed toward Wu Xiaode, slashing with his long saber repeatedly.

Saber light wove into a net, blocking off all directions around Wu Xiaode, leaving him with no way out.

"Impressive sword skill,"

Wu Xiaode commended.

In the Void, a number of bronze hands emerged quietly.

Being made of bronze, these hands used themselves as sabers, executing the respective Saber Skill.

They parried, blocked, sealed, and sliced, displaying a variety of defensive maneuvers.

A few of the bronze hands even displayed Swordsmanship.

Clang clang bang clang clang—

In a series of sounds, all the saber light was blocked.

"Good sword skill,"

The old man said, moved.

"Your saber skill isn’t bad either," Wu Xiaode, with his arms crossed, stood amidst countless bronze hands and said.

"Be careful with the next move," the old man said.

He stood still, but a black shadow wielding a long saber suddenly appeared behind Wu Xiaode, raising the blade to strike.

Clang!

Five bronze hands materialized in quick succession, blocking the blade’s edge, emitting an awe-inspiring sound.

Despite the move being as fast as lightning, it was still blocked!

The monkey whistled.

The old man, not admitting defeat, said, "It must consume a lot of Soul Power to continuously execute defensive tactics of this level, I want to see how long you can hold out."

Wu Xiaode "..."

He stood motionless, letting the continuously appearing bronze hands block the saber light for him, but his mind was elsewhere.

Could it be that no one recognized the Death Skill?

But this was a Death Skill infused with Holy Origin; maybe no one has ever seen it.

After all, those who are dead wouldn’t appear here.

As for the Holy—

All the priests he had met were beings deceived by the Demon God.

Their god didn’t seem to descend to save his believers.

Opposite him.

The old man couldn’t break through no matter what, gradually becoming frenzied, swinging his long saber wildly and slashing out thousands of saber lights.

Suddenly.

Wu Xiaode snapped back to reality and just caught a glimpse of a flaw in the old man’s technique.

"Eh? Good opportunity."

He stepped forward, rushing into the midst of the saber’s edge, and struck out with Destroying Power.

Thump—

The old man was sent flying out of the ring, tumbling down.

"Ptui, I didn’t expect you to have so much Soul Power. I am convinced in my defeat," he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Thank you for the match," Wu Xiaode said, fist in palm.

The old man vanished instantly.

The monkey clucked twice and nodded, "Even the number two Sword General under the ’A’ list has been defeated by you; there are indeed good shows to watch these days."

"Winner: ’A’ list number fifteen."

"—Win one more match, and you can start the Name Skill quest. Kid, keep it up!"

The monkey stretched and then suddenly, its expression changed as it exclaimed, "That’s bad!"

Whoosh—

It disappeared.

That’s bad?

What on earth had happened to make this titled powerhouse utter words like "that’s bad"?

Wu Xiaode became alert.

He pondered briefly, then leaped down from the ring, looking towards the computer screen.

The screen now displayed a line of text:

"The current referee has been taken away by ’One-Stop Service.’"

"When you issue another challenge, you will be assigned a new referee."

One-Stop Service...

What is that?

No, we must consult the Book of the Dead.

Wu Xiaode looked towards the Book of the Dead.

Indeed, the pages of the book were now showing lines of text in ice crystal font:

"Your companion Deng Hou has been taken by the gnome’s Name Skill ’One-Stop Service.’"

"He cannot return to your side until the service is completed."

These Name Skills are really bizarre.

It’s either "Wait a ’Hou’" or "One-Stop Service."

Is there anything normal?

But on second thought...

Name Skill is so powerful, he couldn’t even resist and was just taken away?

A shadow instantly loomed in Wu Xiaode’s heart.

What does the other party want to do?

That’s right.

They will surely arrange a new referee.

Meaning, in the upcoming arena battle, I will be at a disadvantage, making it hard to win.

They are really pulling out all the stops!

But...

It seems that’s not all.

Wu Xiaode raised his head to look at the Book of the Dead floating in mid-air.

"Let me see the Wall of Sighs."

He placed his hand on the Book of the Dead.

Mist swirled all around.

Within the endless mist, quietly emerged a black wall.

The wall emitted a thick aura of death.

This signaled the approach of death.

—This was a sensation unique to the Death system abilities.

So what exactly is going to happen?

Wu Xiaode took a step back, and all visions abruptly disappeared into thin air.

No, I cannot just sit around and wait!

Wu Xiaode jumped down from the ring and hurried to the computer.

The monkey was already gone.

Now, I have to think of some way to protect myself.

"I want to exchange for something after this battle," he said.

The computer immediately showed a list of items:

"Items available for exchange: Weapons, Martial Arts, defensive items, assistants, advice from Title Powerhouses,

the duration of your stay in the Intermediate Layer World (exchanged with the number of wins), continue to accumulate rewards."

"What would you like to exchange for?"

"Let me see the weapons," Wu Xiaode said.

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