Supreme Electromagnetic Tyrant
Chapter 297 - 225 Blood Warrior_2

Chapter 297: Chapter 225 Blood Warrior_2

Ji Xinghuo, however, was calm and composed.

He naturally couldn’t let himself be at a disadvantage, as the initiative was in his hands.

"The Blood Fury Tribe will never let an outsider obtain a Blood Crystal. Do you think you can get them, and more than three at that?" Misha asked.

Ji Xinghuo coldly said, "That’s none of your business."

"Hmph."

Misha turned and left, unable to tolerate Ji Xinghuo’s arrogant demeanor.

However, Ji Xinghuo had no intention of keeping her. She stopped in her tracks when she reached the gate of the courtyard, having not heard Ji Xinghuo utter a word.

She turned to Xia Qingyu and cursed, "Scumbag, say something!"

Xia Qingyu shook his head silently.

Having deceived women for so many years, he certainly knew that this was the time to keep his mouth shut, or else it was all for nothing.

"Just as I thought, none of you are any good!" Misha, aggravated to the point of clenched teeth, still turned back and said to Ji Xinghuo, "I accept your employment."

Ji Xinghuo nodded lightly, having apparently anticipated this outcome.

"Just the two of us?" asked Misha.

Ji Xinghuo looked at Xia Qingyu, "If you’re interested, you can join us. I’ll also pay you, but the price will be lower."

"How much are you offering?" Xia Qingyu asked.

"At most two Golden Dragon Coins." Ji Xinghuo then took out two ten-thousand-value Golden Dragon Coins to show Xia Qingyu.

"Damn!"

Xia Qingyu was immediately annoyed, the difference was too great—it was only half of what Misha got. In the Star Realm, one Ether Crystal could be exchanged for four Golden Dragon Coins.

He stared at Ji Xinghuo, "What do you mean by this?"

Ji Xinghuo spread his hands, "You get paid according to your abilities."

Xia Qingyu finally understood Misha’s feelings; Ji Xinghuo’s words were infuriating. So this was how he viewed his own capability.

"I am your... cousin!"

"If you weren’t my cousin, I would only offer one Golden Dragon Coin," Ji Xinghuo responded.

Xia Qingyu was at a loss for words.

"Hahaha..." Misha laughed joyously, finding Xia Qingyu’s frustration more enjoyable than making money herself, reveling in his misfortune.

As Ji Xinghuo’s gaze swept over, the laughter abruptly stopped.

"Prepare yourselves, we’re leaving tomorrow," Ji Xinghuo dropped this remark and entered the Cultivation Room with Qing Hong.

Only Xia Qingyu and Misha were left in the living room.

She lowered her voice, "Your cousin is really frightening, what’s his background?"

"I don’t know much about him either," Xia Qingyu shook his head.

Misha muttered, "I always feel like he doesn’t like me, and he doesn’t seem that close to you either..."

"Maybe."

Xia Qingyu suddenly sighed.

In the Cultivation Room, Ji Xinghuo was already cultivating. Although he had not fused with a hearing Ability, his perception was strong, and he could hear their low conversation through the walls, but he didn’t take it to heart.

To be honest, he really didn’t have a good impression of either Xia Qingyu or Misha, and couldn’t fully trust them.

Even more so, he was on his guard.

The next morning.

The three of them left the small courtyard.

He rode on Qing Hong’s back, while Xia Qingyu and Misha each rode a large six-legged horned horse, the most common mount found on the Bloody Plateau, easily purchasable at Sky Falling Cliff.

"Follow me."

Misha spurred her horse, leading the way.

She had stayed at Xia Qingyu’s place the night before, making a lot of noise all night, but it didn’t delay the business at hand, as she had gone out with Xia Qingyu to gather information and prepare.

The trio followed the edge of Sky Falling Cliff for about ten kilometers, threading through streets and entering the Highlanders’ domain on top of Sky Falling Cliff.

Most of the passersby around were Highlanders.

Ji Xinghuo observed them.

Highlanders had a custom of tattooing their faces, necks, arms, and backs, which allowed one to identify a Highlander’s faith.

About half of the Highlanders had blood-colored skull tattoos on their faces, and they were followers of the Red Emperor.

This proportion was lower than that across the entire plateau.

Sky Falling Cliff was a land of order, and the devotees of the Red Emperor had to restrain themselves much more here than outdoors or within their tribes.

The faiths of the other half of the Highlanders were quite complex.

Some worshipped the "Dragon of the End," some had a belief in the "Winter God," and then there were the "Lord of the Storm," "Su," "Elk Prophet," and "King in Black," among others. They had the emblems of Star Gods tattooed on their skin, recognizable at a glance.

Misha led by horseback at the very front, yet behind her, the two accompanying Ji Xinghuo still attracted the attention of some Highlanders.

A moment later.

The trio arrived in front of a large log house built like a tent but standing dozens of meters tall, with other structures flanking it on both sides. At the entrance, a flagpole bore a large blood-red flag, entirely dyed with blood, and embroidered with a fierce black skull.

There was a team of Highlander guards at the door, each with blood-colored tattoos nearly covering their entire faces.

Their exposed necks and chests also bore extensive tattoos.

Their pupils were blood-red, exuding a fierce and malevolent air.

When Ji Xinghuo and his companions arrived, they found that not only themselves but also other peoples were entering this large house, many of them from outside tribes.

Clearly, they had all come to apply for the battlefield.

"I’d like to see the recruitment officer of the Blood Fury Tribe," Misha called out loudly.

The Highland guard nodded, "Go in."

The three entered the tribal residence and were led by the guard to a martial arts arena where they met a Highlander warrior over two meters tall, his body covered in blood-colored tattoos depicting the valor of the Red Emperor and his personal accomplishments, barely revealing his natural skin tone.

Ji Xinghuo glanced at him and felt a slight chill in his heart.

Blood Warrior!

This Highlander had been blessed by the Red Emperor, possessing "Blood-Drinking Fury Flame," similar to the Forest Patrol Clan leader they had slain with Ren and her group.

However, he was much more powerful than the Forest Patrol Clan leader, having reached the Fifth Rank, a legend!

Every Blood Warrior was inherently bloodthirsty, it wasn’t enough to say their hands were stained with blood; they had grown up soaked in it.

His weapons, akin to the emblem of the Red Emperor, a war axe, and a sharp blade, were crossed on his back, emitting a horrifying aura of blood.

Several teams were present.

Everyone before this Blood Warrior was trembling, too afraid to speak out loud.

"Is that all? Just these people?"

The Blood Warrior asked another Highlander guard.

The guard hurriedly replied respectfully, "No more for now, Lord He Yan."

"Alright." The Blood Warrior named He Yan nodded, turned to look at the teams before him, smiled revealing sharp, ground teeth, and ominously said, "I know, you’re all here for the blood crystals. Whether you can get them depends on your skills."

"This blood battle is massive, with at least two hundred blood crystals to emerge on the battlefield."

"They belong only to the victors."

"That is, us—the Blood Fury Tribe!"

He Yan’s blood-colored gaze swept across the teams, "No one is to hide a blood crystal on the battlefield, anyone who dares touch the blood crystal must be prepared to offer their blood as a sacrifice to the Red Emperor."

"The tribe won’t let you work for nothing."

"Defeat the Skull Crusher Tribe, and you are free to loot whatever you want from the battlefield, all spoils apart from the blood crystals are yours to take."

"After the war ends, each team will receive a blood crystal as a favor."

Everyone listened quietly.

The rules of the Blood Fury Tribe had already been spread.

The Biao Clan of the Skull Crusher Tribe also hired outsider tribes from Sky Falling Cliff with slightly better offers, but more teams were joining the Blood Fury Tribe because of its greater strength, it had always had the upper hand, giving a bigger chance to win the war.

The spoils of war were secondary. Additionally, the Biao Clan was not adept at crafting weapon equipment, and little of value could be plundered.

The most important were the blood crystals!

"Not everyone is qualified to join us," He Yan’s tone shifted, "only the strong can go to the battlefield with the Blood Fury Tribe."

He clapped his hands.

A group of Highlander warriors entered.

He Yan’s malevolent voice announced, "Defeat my men, and consider your test passed."

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