Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System-Chapter 594 - 218: Could You Not Wear Pinru’s Clothes_4

However, something even more astonishing was unfolding before Gong Ling's eyes.

The previous Fixed Celestial Gang would ignite a mountain after a single arrow, leading to the ultimate killing blow falling from the sky.

But the Starfall's arrow did not plunge into the mountain.

After penetrating the Eighth-Grade Grandmaster, the blazing arrow exploded like fireworks.

The resulting fiery trails shot towards the low-level martial artists behind the Grandmaster.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Instantly, the sound of bodies being pierced densely exploded, with small crimson blossoms frantically blooming on the chests of each low-level martial artist.

The Eighth-Grade Grandmaster did not die.

He had taken medicine from another race to heal his injuries.

But the Eighth-Grade Grandmaster was furious.

Behind him, at least a thousand low-level martial artists were pierced by these exploding arrows.

Gong Ling licked her cracked lips, her whole body trembling.

Indeed.

After this arrow exploded, it penetrated at least a thousand low-level martial artists.

"What... this..."

However, Gong Ling's shock was not over.

At some point, the low-level martial artists pierced by arrows began to float one by one.

Yes.

Just like being filled with hydrogen, although they weren't completely dead and struggled, it was to no avail.

More than 1,000 fourth-grade foreign warriors were now floating densely like clouds in the sky.

They looked like countless fish hooked up by fishing rods.

There were remaining foreign grandmasters of sixth and seventh grade on the ground, and densely packed third and second grades behind them.

The floating martial artists were all fourth-grade, every single one of them.

The Eighth-Grade City Lord spat blood, his expression rigid, feeling that things were not simple.

Gong Ling noticed this Eighth-Grade City Lord seemingly wanted to escape.

"Star... Fall!"

At this moment, Gong Ling heard her great-grandfather whispering the words softly.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

In the next blink, an utterly unimaginable scene unfolded.

The bodies floating in the sky exploded into clouds of blood mist, then like a myriad of crimson stars, they plummeted towards the Eighth-Grade Grandmaster.

A barrage of cannonballs.

As the scarlet stars descended, they drew bloody trails, eventually merging into a dreadful and terrifying blood dragon that roared across the world, destroying all in its path.

Uh... Ah...

The Eighth-Grade City Lord wanted to flee.

But where did he still have the chance?

Faced with this doomsday blood dragon, no grandmaster had a chance of survival.

He kept howling miserably, being blown apart until only white skeletal remains were left.

When more than 1,000 crimson stars had all exploded, the majestic Eighth-Grade City Lord lay on the ground, with only some residual bones remaining.

The death was extremely tragic.

The ferocious foreign army fled in panic.

They were already terrified by great-grandfather's Starfall.

Gong Ling turned her head.

Great-grandfather, holding his profound bow, slowly returned to the city wall, with his wild hair fluttering under the blood-colored setting sun, greeted by the cheers of the Divine Land Martial Artists.

Though Gong Ling was shaken, she dared not waste time and quickly jumped down from the city wall to feel that arrow near the bones.

"Great-grandfather, I will definitely become a Grandmaster soon, and I will definitely shoot the Starfall... Definitely!"

Gong Ling's eyes flickered with a determined light.

This is the mission of the Gong Family.

This is the glory of the chief Arrow God.

...

Meanwhile.

Su Yue had once again entered the Lower Spirit Pool early in the morning.

Today, he decided to completely master the Middle Pressure Seal.

In the Yangxiang Race state, Su Yue believed his speed would be very fast.

Before entering, Su Yue had already warned everyone not to come in. He especially reminded others that he might go mad and kill.

Everyone expressed that no one wanted to enter.

The administrator assured that no one would be allowed to disturb Su Yue.

But Su Yue had to promise not to take risks and definitely not kill himself.

After all, this wasn't just Su Yue's own business; it related to the diplomatic relations between the two countries.

Bao Dachang was even begging Su Yue not to court death.

After Su Yue made a series of promises, he returned to the familiar Spirit Pool.

"Looks like I still need to borrow some elixirs from Rich Dog."

Unknowingly, an hour passed.

Su Yue's thrusting attempts exceeded 2000.

Of course, the pills he borrowed from Du Jing's Book had also been completely consumed.

This time exiting the Spirit Pool, everyone felt relieved.

It was obvious Su Yue was in good condition and didn't recklessly cultivate the Grandmaster Chain.

Bao Dachang let out a long sigh of relief.

That hour was truly agonizing.

Su Yue used the Yangxiang Race's body for cultivation, and others couldn't see anything at all.

Before entering the Spirit Pool for the second time, Su Yue shamelessly asked Du Jing's Book for money again. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

This time, he praised him in every way until he finally exhausted this vain wealthy second generation.

Su Yue took the medicine and returned to the Spirit Pool once more.

In his Beast Selection Bag, there were still some very durable kraft papers and iron pens.

In the Spirit Pool, ordinary plastic pens were easily crushed.

Only thick and resilient kraft paper and fountain pens can remain intact.

The Yangxiang Race's state counteracts like a massage, making it comfortable. With nothing better to do, Su Yue plans to tailor a rear-position battle strategy for each of them, including Wang Lu Feng.

After all, idle hands are the devil's workshop.

He needs to save every bit of time, leaving the strategy for Wang Lu Feng and the others to cultivate.

After all, they can only muck around for a month, better hurry and start some trouble in the Wetlands.

...

Outside the Spirit Pool.

There were noticeably fewer onlookers today compared to yesterday.

Liao Ping and Fang Jingmiao were sweet-talking each other from afar.

"That shameless Liao Ping has already made his move; he's not even afraid of the Jiangyuan Country's authorities catching him."

A few of Wang Lu Feng's men were observing from a distance.

"Liao Ping is a top-tier expert, second only to Su Yue, an excellent student from Northern Martial Arts, and Jiangyuan Country would jump at the chance to marry off another strong Prince Consort."

Du Jing's Book had just been coaxed by Su Yue into a batch of elixirs and was feeling the sting.

"Brother Du, may I boldly ask you something?"

Suddenly, Tian Hongwei said somewhat embarrassed.

"Ah... What is it?"

Du Jing's Book was taken aback.

"What kind of business is your family in?"

Tian Hongwei asked cautiously.

This is ridiculously lavish.

Just a moment ago, Su Yue borrowed five to six thousand school credits' worth of elixirs from Du Jing's Book.

He's practically a walking elixir warehouse.

Wang Lu Feng's ears perked up, staring intently at Du Jing's Book.

This is a Rich Dog.

"Well, it's actually nothing special, just some good ancestral fortune. My family owns three mines that seem to produce some alchemical additives, so the Du Family can get a slight discount when buying elixirs.

"I'm also very poor; it's Su Yue who's heartless and ruthless."

Du Jing's Book modestly explained.

Sigh!

To outsiders, I appear to be a carefree rich second generation, but in truth?

I am indeed a rich second generation, living worry-free, and that grandson Su Yue even has to come to me for help.

"Wow, no wonder, having family mines."

Wang Lu Feng marveled secretly.

My family also has a Grandmaster, but compared to Du Jing's Book, it's embarrassingly poor.

"Brother Du, can you lend me some credits?

"I can't keep up with the Martial Arts Network loans, the late fees and interest are suffocating me."

Tian Hongwei was on the verge of tears.

In order to defeat Wang Lu Feng, he recklessly took out loans to buy elixirs, resulting in crushing debt.

He originally planned to repay part of it after completing missions abroad.

Damn it, the interest is fiercer than a tiger.

Finally catching a sight of a wealthy person, I had to seek help.

A martial artist like myself, relying on talent, ultimately can't compare to the comfort of wealth.

Behind the glory of the arena lies the sorrow of "Dai Bei" loans.

"Borrow money?

"Sure."

Du Jing's Book readily nodded.

"Thank you, thank you, Brother Du, let me borrow 100,000 credits for an emergency first."

Tian Hongwei held onto the lifeline.

"I want to borrow money too."

Wang Lu Feng also joined in the fun.

Even though his dad is a Grandmaster, compared to someone with family mines, he's just a beggar.

These days, which martial artist doesn't owe some "Dai Bei" interest?

It's a story of woe.

"Wear women's clothes then.

"To borrow money from me, you'll have to dress as a drag queen, and it has to be especially soft.

"Oh, and I suggest you wear some of Pinru's clothes."

Du Jing's Book placed his hands on his hips.

Do you also suffer from poverty at times?

Damn impressive.

"Du Jing's Book, you're too much."

Wang Lu Feng was furious.

He's not quite desperation, so he still had some dignity.

"Wang Lu Feng, I'm a bit thirsty, go buy a Coke."

Du Jing's Book said calmly.

"You dare send me on an errand? Do you want ice with that or not?"

Wang Lu Feng stood up.

"Room temperature."

At those words, Wang Lu Feng ran off.

"Can't I not wear Pinru's clothes? I think it's too daring, I can't pull it off."

Tian Hongwei thought about the "Dai Bei" interest, swallowing his tears of humiliation.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, Wang Lu Feng ran back with a Coke, as fast as flying.

"Darling, drink your medicine!"

Wang Lu Feng cursed internally while thoughtfully popping open the can.

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