Lord Of Martial Arts

Six hours later, Merle finally approached the fiend the Rule Soul Avatar had mentioned. The powerful guard had lost interest in him and no longer paid him any attention.

"Brat, do you want to rest?"

Merle asked in a low voice.

The fiend, who had taken on the form of a human, lifted his head and looked at Merle.

"What?"

Merle trembled. He looked into the fiend's purple grey eyes, and he suddenly felt a burst of inexplicable fear rise up from the bottom of his heart.

Merle calmed himself down, but the fiend didn't seem to want to talk to him. Instead, he kept on digging.

"Brat, didn't you hear me?" Merle asked, his tone more serious and authoritative.

"Get away from me!" the fiend said. His tone was firm, and he did not even lift his head to look at Merle this time around.

"You!" Merle fought the urge to rush toward the fiend and beat him.

"I'm serious. I can grant you rest. I can even grant you your freedom." Merle tried his best to suppress his anger.

The fiend paused for a moment, lost in thought.

"Why should I believe you?" he said coldly. Rest and freedom were the only desires of his heart. He wanted these two things more than anything.

Merle couldn't answer his question. He sought out the Rule Soul Avatar through spiritual sense. "He doesn't believe me. What should I do?"

"Let a little bit of time pass, and then put your left hand on his shoulder," the Rule Soul Avatar answered. He sent a wisp of his law force into Merle's body through soul transmission.

Merle stretched out his hand and did as he said.

Swish!

A cold killing intent instantly enveloped Merle. It gripped every part of his body, and he let out a small gasp.

Merle felt a chill in his heart. He was about to fight back when the killing intent suddenly retreated.

The fiend's unsettling, purple grey eyes were fixed on Merle. He looked at him quizzically.

"What do you want?"

"What?" Merle was dumbstruck.

"What do you want in exchange for my freedom? Surely there should be something in this for you. Why would you even help me?"

"Wow. You finally believe me." Merle breathed out a sigh of relief.

Seconds ago, the fiend had wanted to kill Merle on the spot. However, something had happened when Merle touched his shoulder. A strange force had gone into his body and had loosened the shackles on him by a bit.

"It's very simple. Help us kill that guard," Merle said.

the guard was already dead. There was no reason for them to go against Merle.

Soon, all the tens of thousands of miners dropped their tools and pledged their loyalty to Merle and the Rule Soul Avatar. After thousands of years, they were able to rest.

The Rule Soul Avatar was able to collect ten Blood Stones.

The purple-eyed fiend had been standing in silence the entire time, observing what was happening in front of him. It was not until he saw that the Rule Soul Avatar had collected all the Blood Stones that he approached him.

"You seem to be very arrogant,"

the purple-eyed fiend said, coldly. He had never seen anyone more arrogant than himself, let alone one that was a human.

The Rule Soul Avatar obviously did not fear him. This upset him immensely.

"Cut the crap and get out of here if you want to," Merle bellowed.

He was not afraid of the purple-eyed fiend now, because the fiend was a miner. He assumed that the Rule Soul Avatar can imprison him once more if he wanted to.

"Ha! I didn't expect that you human beings would be so fearless. I'm impressed." The purple-eyed fiend burst into laughter.

"Shut up. If you want to get out, do it now. If you don't, we will put your shackles back on you and you will spend the rest of your life here, toiling away with no rest," Merle shouted.

"Really? I'd like to see you try." The purple-eyed fiend puffed out his chest, undaunted by Merle's threats.

"Humph!" Merle winked at the Rule Soul Avatar.

"I can't do it,"

the Rule Soul Avatar said.

Merle was dumbfounded, his eyes widening at the Rule Soul Avatar's words.