Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 656 - 527: Everyone Out!

Chapter 656: Chapter 527: Everyone Out!

Several hours later.

Maresa crouched atop a high-rise building, sighing while bandaging his wounds.

"That task of ferrying souls at Naihe Bridge was too difficult."

Despite being a seasoned World Master accustomed to various scenarios and endless tricks,

he had nearly been killed by the spirits.

He had tried every means to turn danger into safety at the last moment, successfully ferrying two spirits.

As for the third—

he couldn’t hold on any longer, and just when he was about to be done for, a neutral staff member timely appeared, taking his place and completing the ferrying for him.

"What a good person!"

However...

Why was he so skilled in ferrying spirits?

And what was that self-mumbled phrase about "spruces forming a forest, world peace" all about?

Forget it, it doesn’t matter.

In any case—

he had finally obtained two skills!

One to see others’ blood levels and another to hide his own blood level!

This way, no one could figure out his true strength.

A heavy sense of accomplishment enveloped Maresa.

"This is the Virtual World!"

World Will must be watching his performance!

Those horror-inducing spirits beyond ordinary comprehension—

he had sent away two of them!

Who else could achieve that?

Maresa grinned, finishing wrapping his wounds, then lowered his head to survey the streetscape below.

...he saw it.

On the streets.

He could clearly see the blood levels of the mortals.

Occasionally, one or two people appeared without any blood levels above their heads.

These individuals must have learned the first skill and then the second.

Unexpectedly, they had also tried ferrying spirits.

They must have been all over the place.

Maresa thought about this and couldn’t help but curl up the corners of his mouth slightly.

Those people felt something, looked up, and also saw Maresa.

With their gazes interlocking, a sense of comradeship or even camaraderie spontaneously arose.

"Brother, did you make it too? Let’s go have a few drinks!"

someone transmitted telepathically.

Should he go down and have a drink with them, asking them what kind of terrifying beings they had ferried?

Maresa hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

The people walked away.

Maresa crouched on the rooftop, a sudden thought striking him.

Something felt... odd.

Yes, something was indeed amiss.

The smile gradually faded from Maresa’s face, replaced by a thoughtful expression.

He was beginning to see the big picture.

Initially, when he arrived in this world to participate in the competition,

no one had blood levels to begin with.

Later—

after being introduced by Satan to learn a skill—

he could see blood levels!

However, now that everyone had learned the second skill and could hide their blood levels,

it was as if no one had blood levels again.

"So what was the point of learning these two skills?"

It was all for nothing!

Maresa, squatting there, felt as if there was a knife under his buttocks, wounding both body and soul.

Suddenly, he saw a person on the street with a blood level of 300,000.

Damn it.

That’s it, you’re the one.

Maresa leapt up and appeared directly in front of that person.

The world-class life form was startled, and after recognizing Maresa, couldn’t help but look at his head, asking in surprise:

"Brother—who are you? Why don’t you have a blood level above your head?"

Maresa was silent for a while.

How poor was this guy...

He obviously had learned the first skill, yet failed to notice the information about "two skills" hinted at by the neutral party?

"Hmph, idiot, many people have learned the second skill, and you didn’t know?" Maresa couldn’t help scolding.

"The second skill?" the other asked in surprise.

"Yes, that neutral party mentioned ’two skills’ during their conversation, didn’t you notice?" Maresa reproached.

"...It seems that was the case. By the way, if I learn the second skill, can I hide my blood level like you?" the other continued in surprise.

"Exactly," Maresa nodded.

What more was there to say?

It’s not the lack of things, but the inequality that stirs trouble. When no one had it, there was peace.

But if one person had it and another didn’t, it meant being at a disadvantage.

No one would be content with that!

As a result—

"Thank you so much, I’ll go learn the second skill now!"

The person sincerely bowed, thankful and left.

Maresa stood still, silent for a long time.

After a while.

He couldn’t help letting out a long sigh.

"Why should I be the only one duped? "

Roll!

Everyone, just roll up!

A sense of inexplicable pleasure emerged in Maresa’s mind.

He was so delighted that when he saw a few more people on the street without blood levels, they tacitly exchanged glances.

"Comrade, did you also learn two skills?"

"Yes, yes, buddy made it through the spirit ferrying ordeal! Cool, right?"

Sometimes, strong individuals only need a glance to understand each other’s thoughts.

But Maresa was too clever.

This time, he stood on a higher level—

I was cheated.

What? Everyone was cheated?

Then it’s okay.

The more Maresa thought, the more the feeling of frustration dissipated.

After wandering for over an hour, he even got a bit excited and walked into a snack bar, planning to eat something.

He ordered two baskets of soup dumplings, a bottle of strong liquor, a plate of braised beef, and a portion of stir-fried noodles.

It had been a long time since he had tasted the food of mortals.

While the battle for supremacy hadn’t started yet, he decided to enjoy the worldly pleasures first.

—After all, he had been tricked.

Everyone was the same.

So there was nothing much to fuss about.

Perhaps at this moment, some combatants hadn’t even received Satan’s information?

In that case, learning the two skills was unavoidable; otherwise, he would be left behind!

With this thought, Maresa felt more at ease.

"Big brother!"

Suddenly, a figure burst in and sat directly across the table, startling Maresa so much that he almost snapped his chopsticks.

"Is it you?"

Maresa said, uncertain.

Yes.

The person sitting across from him was the very one who, just over an hour ago, had taken his information and gone to learn the second skill.

"Big brother, thanks for telling me. I’ve already mastered the second skill."

The man excitedly said, and casually paid the bill by scanning a code.

Maresa relaxed.

So it was about this matter. Since you’ve paid the bill and expressed thanks, I don’t have much else to say to you.

—Alright, you may go now. Don’t disturb my meal.

He was about to speak these words when he noticed that the man still had a long blood bar above his head.

Hm?

What’s going on?

Maresa looked up.

He saw that the man’s vivid red blood bar was embroidered with a design—a Green Dragon on the left, White Tiger on the right, and an old ox in the middle, whose belly bore a line of small text:

"Do not watch me."

These words did not cover the value on the blood bar.

The value on the blood bar was—

million.

Seeing this number, Maresa felt like he had been punched; he was completely stunned.

That’s not right.

It was just 300,000 earlier. How did it jump to 1 million?

He couldn’t help but ask:

"Brother, about your blood bar—"

"Big brother, because you told me about the second skill, I came to repay the favor,"

the man said gratefully and continued:

"You see, after learning the second skill, I realized I had been too careless before. So I buttered up a neutral party with a lot of nice words and even gave him quite a bit of gold, which triggered a hidden mission—"

"The Art of Blood Bar Disguise!"

"This art allows you to freely alter the numbers on your blood bar based on the preliminary requirements of the first and second skills and even apply customized skin decorations."

"Additionally, I set my blood value to 1 million."

Swept up in his excitement, the man thumped his chest and shouted:

"Let’s see who dares to challenge me in tomorrow’s fight!"

Maresa listened silently, calming his emotions.

"Are you sure no one else has learned this skill?" he asked in a low voice.

"No one! The neutral party also told me that I was the first," the man assured confidently.

Maresa looked at his blood bar again.

If...

...only a few people possess this skill...

It indeed has potential.

Setting the blood bar low can create traps, feigning weakness to catch the strong unawares;

Setting it high can boast greater strength, intimidating those stronger opponents.

Perfect.

...Indeed worth the investment.

"How much did you spend to get this skill?" Maresa asked in a hushed tone.

The man appeared to realize the secret’s value too and quickly lowered his voice, whispering the amount in Maresa’s ear.

Upon hearing that number, Maresa felt as if his heart had been slashed, the pain overwhelming.

Noticing his change in mood, the man consoled him:

"Big brother, take the leap, a bicycle can turn into a motorcycle, after all. Money is trivial, spent it can be earned back, but don’t miss this opportunity!"

Maresa took a deep breath, his voice hoarse: "Alright, I got it, you can go now."

"Yes, thank you, big brother, see you tomorrow!"

The man left quickly.

Maresa silently finished his soup dumplings and downed the bottle of white wine in one go, then slowly stood up.

The man wasn’t wrong about one thing.

Money can be earned again.

With this skill, the battle tomorrow would definitely give him an upper hand.

So be it.

He stepped out of the snack bar and ran towards the lake.

At the same time.

Coffeeshop.

Satan stroked his slicked-back hair and placed a tape on the table.

"Latest intelligence, a hidden mission."

The formidable figure sitting across from him seemed somewhat interested.

"Are you sure it’s worth it?" the figure asked.

"Absolutely worth it, I stake Satan’s reputation on it!"

Satan, puffing on a cigar, confidently declared.

"Alright, it’s a deal!" the figure said through gritted teeth.

The deal was done.

The other person left.

The door closed.

Satan weighed the money bag on the table with his hand.

Tsk.

No wonder in the future he would end up mixing with Wu Xiaode.

At first, he didn’t understand.

Now, he completely got it.

Tomorrow.

—When the battle for supremacy officially starts tomorrow, he believed that everyone would have their personalized skin blood bars, vividly multifaceted, adorning the battlefield.

The mere thought of it was spectacular.

At the same moment.

Wu Xiaode was also making final preparations.

"15 hours left,"

he said.

"And then what? What are you going to do?" Jiang Shanglan asked.

"I earned a lot of treasures on a mission to transcend the spirits, and I’ll use these treasures to upgrade the world, striving to make Extreme Good and Judgement stronger to lift more of your curses,"

Wu Xiaode said.

—To restore some of Jiang Shanglan’s strength, enough to withstand the assassin!

Only then could he leave with peace of mind to find the next "Law graveyard deck."