Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 211 - 190: Death Soul Secret Language Diamond!

Chapter 211: Chapter 190: Death Soul Secret Language Diamond!

The Void flashed.

Christina quietly descended, looking around her.

On a nearby combat platform, some Enchanting Demon sisters were practicing their Charming Skill.

"A few days ago, I just found a fat sheep."

"Ah? What kind of Demon was it?"

"A Prison Fire Demon or something of the like, very lascivious."

"Do you have confidence, sister?"

"Of course, I’ll drain him dry sooner or later, all his goodies will be mine."

"Really? Sister, introduce me to one like that sometime."

"Master your Charming Skill first."

Listening to the conversation on the combat platform, Christina couldn’t help but place her hand on her upper garment’s pocket.

Charming, huh...

No, by working hard and earnestly, she had already earned quite a lot of good stuff, enough for dozens of levels of cultivation.

If hard work could earn money, why charm others?

Those Demons were as ugly as pigs.

Would she really bow and scrape, serving them?

No, it simply wasn’t worth it.

As she was lost in her thoughts, she saw a figure in a dark cloak floating in mid-air, speaking out:

"Christina!"

"I am here." She quickly bowed in greeting.

—This was Her Majesty the Queen’s shadow, representing her dignity, and must not be offended.

"Go to the main hall, Her Majesty is waiting for your return."

"As you command," Christina said.

She took a step forward, walking slowly towards the direction of the palace’s main hall.

—The Queen had gone with her to the Bone Dragon’s world.

It must be that nun.

I wonder why she wants to see me this time.

Christina was apprehensive, and before she knew it, she had arrived at the main hall.

The Queen sat high on her throne, speaking in a cheerful tone:

"Christina, thank you for securing quite a lot of goodies for me."

"That’s due to Your Majesty’s capabilities, Christina really doesn’t know anything."

"Hee, you are a likable little creature, although the Bone Dragon’s collection was not much... I guess it might have several caches, but still, it was an easy haul."

A pink card floated down from the throne, gently hovering in front of Christina.

"Your Majesty, this is—"

"This is a little reward for you, it’s for strengthening contracts—"

"For instance, if you and that man only had a communication contract, but if you used this ’Pink Contract’, your pact would immediately upgrade to ’Intimate Comrades in Arms’."

"...Thank you, Your Majesty."

Christina picked up the pink card, hesitating for a moment.

"No need to hesitate, use it," said the Queen.

Christina spoke tentatively, "I’m just worried whether he will accept it..."

"Ah, you haven’t charmed him yet, why is that?" asked the Queen.

"He’s not like the general male specimens."

"Hehehe, tell me softly, Christina, how is he different?"

"Whenever I try to charm him, he shows a disgusted, nauseated expression," Christina said disheartenedly.

"..." The Queen fell into thought.

"Your Majesty?" Christina asked, puzzled.

"Haha, I understand now—there must have been an Enchanting Demon at least 50 levels higher than you who tried to charm him and failed, that’s why he developed an immunity to lower charms. It looks like you’ll have to wait some time," the Queen said, covering her mouth with a light laugh.

"So that’s it," Christina said, suddenly realizing.

"This man has astonishing swordsmanship, you’ll benefit from following him. After his immunity fades, you must make him your slave of charm, understand?" said the Queen.

"Yes," said Christina.

She extended her hand, lightly touching the card.

The card instantly melted, seeping into the palm of her hand, turning into runes emitting an attractive pink glow.

"Ah... I feel a deeper connection... I can sense it when he fights," Christina whispered softly.

That young man.

Would he really become her slave?

...

Holy City.

A line of ice crystal characters appeared before Wu Xiaode’s eyes:

"The Enchanting Demon Christina wishes to establish an ’Intimate Combat’ relationship with you."

"Once a battle occurs, both parties will inevitably sense each other’s condition and may summon one another."

"Do you accept?"

Wu Xiaode glanced at it, saw no issue, and said, "Agreed."

Having spoken, he stopped thinking about it and turned to look at the arena.

He saw Qian Mingkui falling from the sky, standing on the platform, breathing heavily: "You’re finished, don’t even dream of becoming City Lord."

The man holding the submachine gun opposite him sneered, "Someone helped you midway, which is a violation of the arena rules. You are disqualified."

"So what?" Qian Mingkui countered with a cold laugh.

"Your side has no one left," said the man.

"We have a truly formidable person—Elder Wu!" Qian Mingkui shouted loudly.

Wu Xiaode sighed quietly, stepping out from the fog of nothingness.

Under all their gazes, Deng Hou hurriedly called out loudly:

"You’ve returned? Where is your title?"

The long-haired man and the dwarf across looked towards Wu Xiaode.

The long-haired man suddenly laughed, "What’s the big deal, he didn’t get any title at all."

The dwarf laughed in a high-pitched tone, "I can see that too, he doesn’t have a title! Without a title! No way he can fight us!"

The professionals surrounding them burst into laughter.

Deng Hou let out a disappointed sigh, covering his arm and uncertain of what to do.

Wu Xiaode appeared calm, as if he had not noticed anything.

He simply contemplated a response, devoid of emotion in his demeanor.

It was not easy to deal with a Title Power holder.

This was the Holy City, a convergence of Law, where every title’s power could be deemed defying the heavens.

Whether it was Deng Hou’s "Wait a Monkey Moment" or the dwarf’s "Full Service", both had the power to halt events or forcibly remove a presence.

It was a completely unreasonable power.

Underestimating it could be fatal!

But—

How to counter it?

Suddenly, the Chi Xiao Sword Spirit whispered in his ear, "The opportunity has already appeared."

"Opportunity?" Wu Xiaode did not understand at first.

"Do you remember our commission? I instructed you to find that gemstone in the bone dragon’s treasury—it is an exquisite treasure of the highest grade. Have it prepared," the Chi Xiao Sword Spirit instructed.

Wu Xiaode’s thoughts delved into the Holy Treasure Ring, and he immediately located the Death Soul Secret Language Treasure Diamond.

It was for this Diamond that he had gone to the world of the bone dragon!

This Diamond was the bone dragon’s top treasure—

As the Holy Treasure Ring collected it, it even emitted a delighted glow.

"I have found it already, now what?" asked Wu Xiaode.

"Initially, you should have handed it over to that woman with the secret title, but if you’re going to stand your ground here, then let this fellow you saved deliver the Diamond to that woman," the Chi Xiao Sword Spirit suggested.

As the voice faded.

The long-haired man across from him stood up, looking at Wu Xiaode with a jesting gaze, he loudly said,

"Your last warrior has lost the right to fight. If none of you take the stage now, the position of City Lord will be mine."

Qian Mingkui’s face was ashen as he said to Wu Xiaode, "Elder... perhaps I should not have spoken out earlier."

"It’s alright, this battle was inevitable," said Wu Xiaode in a gentle voice.

"Little Wu, you don’t have a title yet. There’s no way to win this, what do we do now!" Deng Hou said frantically.

"Where’s the owner of your junkyard?" asked Wu Xiaode.

"She’s in poor condition and can’t fight," Deng Hou replied.

Wu Xiaode nodded, his gaze once again falling on Qian Mingkui.

He was covered in wounds.

Send him?

"Chi Xiao, are you saying... to let Qian Mingkui hand over the Diamond to the old woman in the junkyard?" asked Wu Xiaode via spiritual communication, uncertain.

"Yes," said the Chi Xiao Sword Spirit.

"Will it work?"

"It will. In fact, there’s no one more suitable than him. It’s evident he’s borne with great fortune, virtuous and trustworthy, perfect for handing over the Diamond to her."

"Alright then!"

Discussing anything else might have caused Wu Xiaode to waver.

But as for Qian Mingkui’s luck, Wu Xiaode found it totally acceptable.

"But what effect will the Diamond have once handed over?" he asked.

"That existence will regain strength," the Chi Xiao Sword Spirit replied.

"I see," Wu Xiaode understood.

He advanced step by step towards the arena.

The crowd around him parted to let him through.

Qian Mingkui loudly said, "Elder, I had to fight because the Skywalking Divine Birds were nearly wiped out, for Erin’s sake, you don’t have to come up—you should leave!"

Heh, this young fellow becomes a real man once it involves a woman!

It was the same when he saved his daughter last time.

On the contrary, Zhao Junyu only becomes clear-headed and rational when he’s away from women, acting like a real man.

These two sure are interesting.

Musing to himself, Wu Xiaode lightly hopped onto the stage with a smile, "Don’t try to take care of everything by yourself. I have some old scores to settle with them."

In an instant.

Mist swirled all around.

He and Qian Mingkui were shrouded by billowing fog, hidden from anyone’s sight.

Wu Xiaode slipped an item into Qian Mingkui’s pocket, whispering,

"Take this to the ’junkyard’s’ Title Power holder, that somewhat crazy old woman,"

"Is this important?" asked Qian Mingkui.

"Extremely important, it concerns everything I am working towards. Elder Qian, I am relying on you now," said Wu Xiaode.

"I may not be good in a fight, but delivering something shouldn’t be a problem!" Qian Mingkui glanced down at Erin in the crowd.

"Don’t worry, I won’t let anyone kill your Erin," said Wu Xiaode.

"Then I’m off."

Qian Mingkui clenched his teeth, his form transforming into a great eagle, soared into the sky.

The rolling mist enveloped him, trailing him as he flew away.

When the mist on the stage dispersed.

Wu Xiaode stood at the center, grinning,

"Now it’s my turn to fight."

The gun-wielding professional couldn’t help but glance back at the two big-shots below the stage.

Below the stage.

The long-haired man loosened his body, whispering, "He’s stronger than an average professional. We can’t let him face our men; it would deplete our forces."

"So, will you go, or shall I?"

"Both him and I were hit by Deng Hou’s Name Skill."

"What’s the condition for Deng Hou’s skill?" the dwarf asked.

"He has to gain a title before he can fight me," said the long-haired man.

The dwarf put on a lens over his eyes.

A row of numbers appeared on the lens.

After a glance, the dwarf broke into a smile, "A piece of trash with only level 20 battle power... watch me go up and kill him!"