High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late

Chapter 666: Chapter 445: Just a Bunch of Troublemakers, Divine Miracle Descends, 10,000 Beast Blood Pools

The flesh of a Martial Artist is a natural treasure trove. As a Martial Artist’s realm improves, not only does the flesh grow increasingly powerful, capable of regenerating itself, but even the brain and cognitive abilities experience a significant leap due to the enhancement of Spiritual Power.

This is nothing short of evolution in Su Mu.

At present, although Su Mu’s Sea of Consciousness is greatly constrained, his Spiritual Power is so overwhelming that even the slight amount he can utilize allows his computational and cognitive abilities to rival the most sophisticated and advanced supercomputers in the world.

Su Mu himself might not even realize this point.

In just a few moments.

Su Mu’s powerful Spiritual Power integrated and considered the existing information and plans thousands of times over.

Currently, it’s a time of crisis. What he must achieve is absolute control, bringing the entirety of Bandar City into his grasp, without allowing anyone to notice him in the process.

He must become a shadow, traceless yet omnipresent.

"First, take control of the Beast Fighting Arena!"

In extraordinary times, special means are necessary.

Immediately, Su Mu’s mind moved, and a pure and unparalleled Spiritual Power was infused into the unconscious Pier, who’s foaming at the mouth, causing him to suddenly open his eyes, with a glint of clarity quickly appearing in his once vacant gaze.

Pier, who had awakened, trembled violently, he slightly raised his head to glance at the figure on the grand chair, quickly recalling everything that had just transpired. He swallowed hard, about to say something.

The figure on the chair calmly tapped a finger on the table.

Dong-------

The tapping sound resounded as if echoing within Pier’s head.

Simultaneously, a calm spiritual transmission entered his mind. Among the myriad races of the world, all those possessing intelligence could communicate through spiritual waves.

Both the human and alien races are endowed with high intelligence, thus, communication through Spiritual Power would naturally be unobstructed.

"In our human world, there’s a saying: The human heart is unpredictable. The heart is the most elusive thing in this world..."

The spiritual transmission paused slightly here, and Su Mu’s deep eyes fell upon Pier, the voice continuing to resonate in his mind.

"Right now, you must be wondering what I did to you earlier, and you’re pondering who I really am?"

"Isn’t that right, Ray Pier?"

"You, born into the Ray Family, were exiled from Ray Ancient City fifteen years ago on a tranquil night. That night, under a blood moon, you, at the tender age of nine, were cast out because of your woeful Martial Arts Talent..."

"That evening, only one servant accompanied you, a steward who had cared for you since childhood."

"Ten years ago, you and the steward arrived in Bandar City. Cole Sith, the original owner of the Beast Fighting Arena, humiliated both you and the steward at a banquet. He was also the original owner of this arena..."

"Unable to bear the humiliation, you and the steward secretly killed Cole Sith. The steward also perished due to the affair. Subsequently, you bribed the City Lord and others of Bandar City, declaring Sith missing, and then transformed into the owner of the arena with a contract bearing Sith’s palm print..."

The spiritual transmission continued word by word, Su Mu’s countenance remaining unchanged.

But Pier, collapsed on the ground, could no longer control his emotions, fear spreading wildly within him. His entire body felt coldly numb as he pondered how anyone else could possibly know about Sith’s death, besides himself.

How did the person before him know?

At this moment, the spiritual transmission suddenly ceased.

Pier’s whole being turned pale, his face filled with terror.

Soon, a voice echoed within the palace, no longer a spiritual transmission but a language he could comprehend, the common tongue of their Saint Race.

The initial words were awkward, but soon turned fluent, increasing Pier’s fright.

"Oh, let me guess again, you must be thinking it’s impossible, that no one could know about Sith’s death besides yourself. You’re wondering how I knew?"

"Pier, I know everything about you..."

"I am omnipotent..."

"You are my servant..."

Pier trembled violently, at this moment his spiritual defenses completely collapsed, and in the blink of an eye, without even his own awareness, a Spiritual Brand deeply imprinted itself within his mind.

The one before him was omnipotent.

He was merely the servant of the one before him!

The brand began to take root and sprout in his mind.

A passionate fervor began to seep through the clarity in Pier’s eyes, and soon he prostrated himself on the ground, "My Lord is omnipotent, I am your most devoted servant..."

Seeing this scene, Su Mu knew he had achieved his goal, his deep eyes flickering with a strange light.

The reason he wanted to keep Pier was naturally meaningful.

Su Mu valued Pier’s identity; he was from one of the Eight Great Royal Families, a man of the Ray Race. Even though he was currently exiled from Ray Ancient City, his identity as one of the Ray Race and a direct bloodline of the family couldn’t be changed.

Pier’s father, Reid, was a blood brother of the current Patriarch of the Ray Family, and a duke in Ray Kingdom. During the internal strife of the Eight Great Royal Families, a duke’s son was potentially a candidate for the heir of Ray Kingdom.

This identity is undoubtedly very useful, extremely beneficial for later controlling the surrounding region; he needed Pier to be in the open, while he remained in the shadows to control everything.

At this moment, the noise from the ground faintly reached them, causing a slight ripple in Pier’s eyes.

"No need to worry, just a bunch of rabble."