High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late

Chapter 663: Chapter 443: Awakening, Alien Race, I Heard You Were Looking for Me? (Part 2)

"Our martial arts skills are certainly not as good as Master Su Mu’s, but it would be a great pity to let them end here... how about..." Cang Feng’s eyes flickered slightly.

Qing Zhi was intrigued, but those two were Master Su Mu’s disciples.

"We don’t intend to take Master Su Mu’s disciples, we’re just passing on martial arts, not hoping for a disciple-master relationship. This way, we can also repay Master Su Mu’s kindness for sparing us..."

"Moreover, Master Su Mu will surely leave a name in history, perhaps no less than the Human Great Sage from a thousand years ago. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, a chance to leave some inheritance for our lineage..."

"The martial arts foundation of the two of them is very solid, but apart from that one move, there is not much else outstanding in their martial arts. This indicates that Master Su Mu hasn’t officially started teaching them yet, and currently Master Su Mu hasn’t returned..."

"We can’t waste their talent during this time."

Qing Zhi was silent for a moment, then finally nodded.

The continuation of the legacy completely moved Qing Zhi.

Not to mention leaving a name in history, this kind of once-in-a-lifetime opportunity might not come again if missed.

The two looked intensely at Ji Xiaoyan and Ling Xue, who were unaware in the crowd, determined to impart all their martial arts knowledge to them without reservation.

...

"Master, he really did it!"

Dao Yi knelt toward the direction of South China with fervent devotion, prostrating on the ground.

After a long time, he stood up.

"One year’s time, huh..."

"The last task the Master entrusted to me... I, Dao Yi, will definitely accomplish it."

Dao Yi then immediately set off for the Southern War Zone.

...

Under the blood-red sun, the Beast Fighting Arena.

"Hmm, that mixed blood is interesting, too bad it’s about to die!"

"If it dies, it dies, just a lowly mixed blood."

In the Death Arena, the fresh scent of blood caught the attention of the Iron Claw Wolf as it was devouring, its large wolf eyes scanning around, the fragile blood meals were all fleeing towards the arena’s edge.

Only a frail figure stood there, head bowed, motionless. The Iron Claw Wolf, with its excellent eyesight, could clearly see the figure trembling violently.

Immediately, it chose its new target.

With a sudden push of its hind legs on the ground, in the next second, its body was like an arrow off the string, lunging towards that figure.

Seeing this scene, the bald man holding a Wolf Fang Club secretly breathed a sigh of relief; a moment ago, that guy instantaneously killing that pair had unnervingly intimidated him.

Such a swift and clean sword technique couldn’t possibly be someone killing for the first time. The bald man judged that frail figure must have killed many, as only someone seasoned in slaughter could refine such a clean and deadly sword technique.

"However, your condition is really too poor, your body too weak... Die! Just die for me."

In mere moments, the Iron Claw Wolf crossed hundreds of meters, lifting its powerful forelimbs high to strike down at the frail figure, wolf claws shimmering with terrifying sharpness.

Tier Four Barbaric Beast’s claws and fangs can tear apart refined iron, let alone the flesh and blood too terrified to even flee.

Everyone could already foresee the hideous scene of the frail figure being torn apart by the Iron Claw Wolf, causing the adults in the audience to become excited.

The wolf claws blocked the light, the space above the frail figure suddenly darkened.

Yet the figure still had no movements, just stood quietly with its head bowed.

However, in this moment, no one saw the deepening gaze on the lowered face, suddenly a sharp glint flashed, then clarity emerged.

"Such a familiar feeling..."

"I remember now..."

In a flash, the frail figure calmly lifted its head, showing not even a trace of fear, only carefree ease.

In those deep eyes, the wolf claws magnified infinitely.

Yet simultaneously they slowed down infinitely, almost as if coming to a halt.

In this moment, the Iron Claw Wolf’s fur stood on end, suddenly it felt the blood prey before it had changed, from an ant to be easily crushed.

The next second, transformed into a tremendously terrifying Ancient Barbaric Beast, it felt the blood in its veins trembling, its soul quivering.

This was the absolute oppression of a ruling being over a subordinate.

The terrifying oppression caused the Iron Claw Wolf’s very core to shake in an instant, the ferocity in its blood-red eyes vanishing, replaced by endless fear.

"Such a fragile body, truly uncomfortable... But it’s enough, just a mere Fourth Level Fierce Beast..."

"And not a current Martial Saint..."

The frail figure took a gentle breath, then leisurely swung a sword.

"Hahaha, he’s dead for sure, that swing is way too weak!"

"That’s right, it’s like a three-year-old swinging a sword."

Yet the next second, the mocking voices abruptly ceased.

The entire arena fell into a deathly silence.

A sword like a graceful hinging arc.

This sword carried neither Qi and Blood fluctuations nor any Spiritual Power disturbances, truly as what the mocking alien races said.

It seemed like a three-year-old haphazardly swinging a sword, yet it instantly reversed everything.

What seemed like a disorderly sword was in fact enough to crush every Grandmaster alive, but not one alien present could understand this blade.

The following moment.

Everyone’s pupils shrank violently, only to see the Iron Claw Wolf, huge in mass, its single claw several times larger than the frail figure, freeze suddenly in mid-air.

Then...

Puchi!

Blood spurted forth, from the Iron Claw Wolf’s abdomen fresh blood spewed wildly, then the blood line expanded, the abdominal flesh tore open, blood gushing like a spring, mixed with organs, liver and intestines bursting out.