Lord Of Martial Arts

After they left, Darren and the others headed westward.

"No deal?"

"No, they are not willing to pay enough for it." Darren shook his head.

"Then what should we do? You can't leave the region." Lindsay appeared anxious when she heard the news.

"I have found a way to participate in the Tussle Contest."

"But how? You need to be at the peak of the Star God Realm to be eligible for the Tussle Contest. You can't even sign up given your current realm," she objected. The requirements of the Tussle Contest were clear, and Lindsay couldn't understand how Darren would get around them.

"There is another way. The Tussle Region is holding a hunting game. The top three winners can join the Tussle Contest's final competition directly," Darren explained.

"Really? Are you considering participating in the hunting game? There is one issue, though. Whatever you decide, you're the only one to have a chance to leave. Lindsay and I may have to stay here," Finley pointed out.

"Right." When she heard this, Lindsay realized that she couldn't let Darren leave the Tussle Region alone. She needed to follow him. "I'm going to enlist as well," she said with a snort.

"That's absurd." Darren shook his head. He glanced at Lindsay before continuing, "If we both take part in the hunting game, of course I can help you secure a place in the top three positions. But what about the Tussle Contest? Only the super-geniuses will partake in that competition. If I don't have the confidence to be in the top three, how can you have any hope?"

"Well, Darren, don't forget that I have a powerful helper." She smiled.

"What? Who?"

"Jeremy! If I qualify for the Tussle Contest, I might have a greater chance of being in the top three than you as I have Jeremy's help."

After careful consideration, Darren nodded. Jeremy was able to distract Maxwell, who was at the upper-level of the Celestial God Realm. Why wouldn't he defeat a warrior at the Star God Realm?

"That's a good idea, but I'm afraid that it's against the rules."

"It shouldn't be a problem. Jeremy listens to me. He is my weapon. We can use weapons of our choice in the contest, can't we?"

"Perhaps. We should talk about this later," Darren suggested.

"Wait!" Finley interjected. Their plans left him anxious, and

oesn't matter whether I can sell the rank or not. Nothing terrible will happen if I win the third place. At worst, if I can't sell it, I will just choose not to join the Tussle Contest."

Darren contemplated the reasons Finley put forward and soon felt that his arguments were reasonable.

"Why are you still standing here? Get out of the way!" the disciple stated impatiently.

"Bro, help me, please. I want my brother to experience the contest."

Darren stepped up and put in a good word for Finley. As soon as he heard Darren's request, the disciple's face darkened. He was about to drive Darren away, but a crystal flew into his hand.

"Level-five..."

The disciple was surprised to see a level-five divine pattern in his hand. He was so excited that he almost cried out.

"Well, don't blame me for objecting. After all, I was only concerned about his safety since he is weak. Now that you insist, it would seem inappropriate if I continue to refuse. Okay, then." The disciple became friendlier at once.

"Thank you." Darren saluted as the disciple handed them three entry tokens and an instruction manual.

"Ha! Money makes the world go round. Did you see it? The guy's eyes popped out of their sockets when he saw the level-five divine pattern." Finley grinned.

"Of course. Someone like him will never have the chance to earn a level-five divine pattern in his entire life. How can he not be happy?"

"Hey, Darren, look over there." Lindsay's face darkened, and she interrupted Darren and Finley's banter.