Chapter 117: Only a Fool Would Fight You Head-On

"Master Hui Wu? You came to my Vermilion Gold Mine looking for a monk from your Bitter Awareness Temple?"

Yang Ling stared at Martial Monk Jue Ming:

"And you injured the supervisor under my command. Your Bitter Awareness Temple sure has quite the imposing manner."

He opened Jue Ming's status panel:

Character: Jue Ming

Profession: Martial Artist

Strength: 67

Agility: 42

Spirit: 19

Martial Arts: Bitter Awareness Heart Sutra (Flawless Proficiency)

Demon-Subduing Staff Technique (Skilled)

Swift Wind Step (Skilled)

"His attributes are similar to Liang Yue's. The Bitter Awareness Heart Sutra is a second-rate cultivation technique, superior to the Mountain and River Heart Method, but his martial arts technique proficiency is not as high as Liang Yue's."

"Comprehensive assessment: his strength is on par with Liang Yue's, both belonging to the lower seventh rank, or perhaps the middle seventh rank?"

Yang Ling felt slightly relieved in his heart.

This level of strength was not enough to be a concern in front of him.

Even if his Vajra Bright King Technique hadn't advanced to the third layer, he wouldn't fear a seventh-rank of this caliber.

"Yang Ling, Master Hui Wu and several other monks have been missing for a long time. Someone told me he came looking for you."

Martial Monk Jue Ming said coldly: "Hand over the person, and we'll let bygones be bygones for everything else."

Yang Ling had already guessed the reason for the other party's visit.

There must be other players within the Bitter Awareness Temple.

Before Hui Wu and the others set out, they likely left some contingency plans.

If this matter had happened a few months ago, he would have truly been afraid.

But now, he possessed the official status of an Eighth-Rank Ironclad Constable.

What did he have to fear from a mere seventh-rank martial monk of the Bitter Awareness Temple?

He simply didn't believe the Bitter Awareness Temple would dare to make a huge fuss with him over just one Hui Wu.

"Monk, I am an Eighth-Rank Ironclad Constable of the Ironclad Department, and also the Supervisor of this Vermilion Gold Mine."

"I have had no contact with your Bitter Awareness Temple."

"If you want to find someone, you shouldn't have come here."

Yang Ling said indifferently: "You just injured the supervisor under my command. Compensate, or else, even if you are from the Bitter Awareness Temple, you'll be crawling out of here today."

Chen Xu's eyes lit up, immediately feeling a sense of vindication.

The nearby players gradually grew excited.

Today, they might very well witness the Divine Realm Level Ranking's top expert engage in a fight with someone!

Zhang Yan and Li Jun were currently also behind the crowd.

Seeing Yang Ling so majestic and imposing, Zhang Yan was somewhat stunned.

Li Jun noticed this, and his expression grew increasingly unpleasant.

Martial Monk Jue Ming, furious to the extreme, began to laugh:

"Make me crawl away? Hahaha, junior, what level of cultivation do you have to dare say such words?"

"Yang Ling, Great Master Jue Ming is a registered, ranked expert, a proper seventh rank!"

"Quickly hand over Senior Brother Hui Wu, otherwise you are definitely dead!"

A martial monk suddenly shouted loudly.

The nearby martial monks also surged with anger because of Yang Ling's words.

This fellow was far too arrogant and unreasonable!

"Yang Ling, you say you haven't seen Hui Wu, but this disciple says Hui Wu came looking for you."

"Your name, your background, it's all described vividly and in detail."

Martial Monk Jue Ming sneered: "Could this possibly be false?"

Upon hearing this, the martial monk from earlier instinctively shrank his head back.

Yang Ling glanced at him. He was a player, but his level was average.

"Repeat exactly what you said before."

Martial Monk Jue Ming said flatly: "Yang Ling is an Eighth-Rank Ironclad Constable of the Ironclad Department. Killing him outright might be too much."

"But if he doesn't hand over Hui Wu, I will personally go to the Ironclad Department to demand him!"

"I want to see if his position as Eighth-Rank Ironclad Constable can remain secure!"

Seeing the situation, that martial monk immediately said:

"Before Senior Brother Hui Wu left, he told us he was going to find Yang Ling."

"He also said if he didn't return to the Bitter Awareness Temple for a long time, then he must have died at Yang Ling's hands!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the players present instantly turned strange.

Hui Wu... was indeed dead.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have disappeared from the Divine Realm Level Ranking overnight.

Could he really have died at the hands of this number one?

But why did Hui Wu come looking for Yang Ling?

Suddenly, they thought of one possibility, and their hearts immediately understood.

Since Hui Wu was worried about dying at Yang Ling's hands, his purpose in coming here definitely wasn't good.

Most likely, he was attracted by Yang Ling's leveling speed!

This was also quite common in some games, where players wanted to "farm" other players for their equipment.

Wu Xiaochen and the others exchanged glances, their expressions all somewhat odd.

"Yang Ling, did you hear that?"

Monk Jue Ming narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Hui Wu came looking for you, and then suddenly disappeared."

"I want to see the person if he's alive, or see the corpse if he's dead."

"Do you know what kind of crime it is in the Zhao State to falsely accuse an Eighth-Rank Ironclad Constable?"

"We just recently captured the largest spy of the Rong tribe in the Changhe Prefectural Capital, and today you come here to cause trouble for me."

"It seems your Bitter Awareness Temple and the Mining Guild are indeed not very clean."

Yang Ling slowly spoke: "Stop using Hui Wu as an excuse. Monk Jue Ming, come with me to the Ironclad Department."

"What Rong tribe spy? Don't you dare frame me with such a label!"

Monk Jue Ming was slightly startled. He clearly knew what the Zhao State's attitude was towards Rong tribe spies!

The other party was using this reason to set him up!?

His mind stirred, and he immediately strode towards Yang Ling:

"Yang Ling, I'll personally arrest you and take you to the Ironclad Department! I want to properly ask the Ironclad Department if you Ironclad Constables can just do whatever you want!"

After just two steps, he activated Swift Wind Step and Demon-Subduing Staff Technique, simultaneously circulating the Bitter Awareness Heart Sutra.

Martial Monk Jue Ming's strength was beginning to surge wildly!

First, the Bitter Awareness Heart Sutra boosted his strength by a full 70 points.

The Demon-Subduing Staff Technique boosted it by 36 points!

The monk's long staff in his hand also seemed to boost his strength by 15 points!

In an instant, Martial Monk Jue Ming's strength reached a terrifying 188 points!

This was the most terrifyingly strong Martial Artist Yang Ling had ever seen!

But the other party's agility, even with the Swift Wind Step boost, was only 51 points...

This was completely lopsided.

"Hui Wu mentioned before that the Bitter Awareness Heart Sutra at the Comprehensive Mastery level could boost strength by 40 points."

"Now it seems the third layer only boosts it by 70 points, while the Vajra Bright King Technique boosts both by 60, a total attribute difference of 50 points already."

"First-rate and second-rate techniques probably have an increasingly larger gap the further you go..."

"But this Bitter Awareness Temple seems to be a strength-focused faction, or is it just the Martial Monk Hall that follows such an extreme path?"

"A seventh-rank martial monk already has a peak strength of 188 points. One hit from that staff would probably knock off several hundred HP..."

Thinking this, Yang Ling suddenly disappeared from his original spot.

Martial Monk Jue Ming's staff had already smashed heavily onto the ground, creating a large crater.

The ground even trembled slightly.

The players present collectively gasped in shock, instinctively stepping back, not daring to get any closer!

"This is f*cking superpowers!"

"Are Martial Artist methods this powerful!?"

"In the Divine Realm, you really need to become a Martial Artist to have hope!"

The recent period of mining had made the players here somewhat forget that this was a game, a game with supernatural powers!

Martial Monk Jue Ming's strike directly woke them up!

So fast!?

Martial Monk Jue Ming was somewhat surprised, but immediately charged towards Yang Ling again, swinging his long staff!

This time, a layer of vital qi covered the long staff.

Yang Ling continuously dodged, not drawing his blade, constantly observing Martial Monk Jue Ming's patterns.

After more than a dozen consecutive staff strikes, Martial Monk Jue Ming hadn't even brushed the hem of Yang Ling's clothes.

Furious and humiliated, he shouted: "Junior, do you dare to face me head-on!?"

"Only a fool would face you head-on."

Yang Ling inwardly sneered.