Lord Of Martial Arts

"Don't look so surprised."

Watching Darren's brows arch up in response to his shock made Akbar give his forehead a flick.

"I never expected that you, such a dignified lord, would turn out to be an assassin."

"I used to be one when I was young. Besides, it's not easy to become a top assassin. One has to assassinate at least three warriors at the top level of the Celestial God Realm before they can take part in the examination. Only after going through with the strict examination can one be promoted to the rank of a top killer. The status of a top killer is equal to the Left or Right Guard of the Blood Abyss Sect, only second to the leader of the Blood Abyss Sect," Akbar explained, puffing his chest out with pride.

"Does that mean you're one of the senior leaders of the Blood Abyss Sect?"

"Of course, I am. Except for the leader and a selected few top killers, no one dares to defy my orders when they see my token." Akbar spoke in a dignified manner.

"Okay, I get it. I'll take it." Darren chuckled, watching Akbar boast before he placed the token securely in his Space Ring.

"Don't forget to bring it back to me once your issue is resolved."

"Don't be so obnoxious. You can't go out anyway, why not just let me keep it instead?" The token was of significant value. Once Darren laid his hands on it, he would naturally want to keep it to himself.

"Have it your way then, keep it for as long as you like. But I must forewarn you, you won't survive more than three months out there," Akbar blurted out, his steady gaze testified how serious he was.

"You don't have to be so rude to me all the time. After all, I am your big brother. I just need this token from you. Is that too much to ask? Why must you kill me for it?" Darren said jokingly, attempting to clear the tension between them.

"Oh, it won't be me who kill you for it. It'll be someone else. Do you honestly think possessing this token is just like having any other ordinary item? Once the others catch wind of it, they will want to snatch it from you by any means necessary. Some won't even hold back. They'll be coming at you with everything they've got. Back when I was still an assassin, I had over a hundred thousand enemies. Any one of them could appear before you and rip your head clean off your neck before you could even react. If you have what it takes to survive the consequences that come with wielding this token, by all means, keep it.

Besides, there's also the possibility of the Blood Abyss Sect appointing a task while you still have the token. You will have no other choice but to get it done. If you fail to do so, the leader of the Blood Abyss Sect will see to it himself that your existence is wiped clean off the surface of this world." Akbar listed the consequences without hesitation.

An unsettling feeling sprouted in Darren's heart as he quietly listened to Akbar's warnings. 'This thing may have its benefits. But I can't overlook the fact that the bad overweighs the good here. This should be called the suicidal token instead! I guess I'd better return it as soon as my problem resolves, ' Darren thought, sighing to himself.

"You said the Blood Abyss Sect would kill the person with the token if the task they assigned isn't fulfilled, right?

g him the item. Donovan was actually left in Yama's Prefecture, and he was under his watch instead.

"Haha, good boy. Alright then, it's settled. You have yourself a deal."

"Tell me about this item that you mentioned," Darren said, his eyes brimming with curiosity.

"Well, look behind you," Akbar said, guiding Darren with his gaze.

To his surprise, there was an armor sitting neatly behind Darren.

The armor was painted with a charred-black color, giving it an intimidating vibe. On top of that, dark halos were circulating around its surface.

"So, you've already arranged it..." The armor had been sitting patiently behind Darren the entire time. Soaking its view in, Darren understood Akbar never intended to send him off empty-handed.

"Is this thing durable enough to endure the relentless attacks of the warriors at the upper-level of the Celestial God Realm?" Darren asked, tapping the armor with his fingers to check its sturdiness.

"Of course, it can't if someone as weak as you were to wear it. Don't you have a friend who's at the middle-level of the Celestial God Realm? Let him wear it instead. He will definitely be able to resist the attacks from the warriors you speak of. As for whether those enemies can be killed, the armor can't decide the fate of the battle. It depends solely on your friend's abilities," Akbar said, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Okay, I get it now. Thank you." Darren nodded, and then he put away the armor with the token.

"Now that everything is sorted, I'll be on my way. Master Murphy must be waiting for me to come back bearing good news!" To bid Akbar a proper goodbye, Darren saluted him out of respect and gratitude.

"Just leave already." Growing impatient, Akbar waved his hands frantically to dismiss him.

Darren gave the annoyed Akbar a warm smile before turning his back towards him and walked away.

Once Darren was out of sight, Akbar's irritated expression loosened, and he nodded to himself.

"This boy actually managed to obtain another God Character. God must be looking out for me, after all," Akbar muttered to himself, as a relaxed smile formed on his lips, without him realizing.