Lord Of Martial Arts

Darren had been waiting in the Tussle Region for a day, when an old man and a middle-aged man in armor arrived one after the other.

"Are you the client?"

They both looked Darren up and down. In their eyes, Darren was young and his cultivation stage was not high. How dared he go to the Chaotic Region?

"Yes I am," Darren replied flatly. "Thank you both for the help. Let's set off right away."

"Take it easy," the old man said, raising his hand. "Let's get some of the rules straight first. My name is Stewart Chi. You may refer to me as 'Mr. Chi' or 'sir'. As for the rules, I think Guard Kermit must have already told you that I am allowed to refuse to help you with anything that is beyond my ability or threatens my life. Do you accept these terms?" asked the old man.

"That's expected. If it comes down to the critical moment of life and death, it's absolutely normal for you to run for your life. Of course I accept it. What about you, buddy? Do you have any rules?" Darren asked, shifting his eyes to the other assassin, the middle-aged man in armor.

"Humph!" snorted the man coldly, thinking Darren was being a little too forward. He was at the top level of the Superior God Realm. He was greatly superior to Darren. How dared Darren refer to him as "buddy"? But he held in his displeasure and said nothing of it, despite the obvious offence on his face.

"My rules are the same as Stewart's. But after the job is done, you need to provide a level-eleven divine pattern to each of us. And remember, it must be the divine pattern we specially designate," replied the middle-aged man.

"Excuse me?" Darren frowned. "Hasn't the price been settled already? Now you're changing your mind right before coming to the stage?"

"Young man, do you in good conscience believe two level-eleven divine patterns for each of us is a fair price for hiring us to break into the Chaotic Region? Truthfully, we reluctantly agreed to take this task on, and only did it because we heard that you were on good terms with the leaders of the two regions and Guard Kermit spoke of you well.

Once it is done, we will all be happy. Do you really think one more divine pattern is excessive in light of that? I'm pretty sure everyone will see our demand as reasonable,"

said the old man named Stewart Chi.

The price they were paying, three level-eleven divine patterns for each, was quite a bargain for a killer at the top level of the Superior God Realm. But there was more to the equation; Kermit had deducted one level-eleven divine pattern from each of their rewards. It was no wonder they were unhappy.

It was quite clearly a losing deal for them.

"I am grateful to you both for going through the trouble to go to the Chaotic Regi

etween the North Cool Region and the Chaotic Region.

"Slow down. There's a small city three thousand kilometers ahead. Let's have a look."

Neither of the assassins had ever been to the Chaotic Region before and so they were being very cautious, making sure they checked their surroundings thoroughly.

The three of them touched down in a simple and small old city. It was a dusty little place, so much so that it seemed as though it had been erected in a desert.

There were not many people walking throughout the city and those they did see appeared to be in a hurry, scurrying away.

Darren felt different here, in this old and shabby city. This was his clan's territory. As the Territory Enfeoffing Emperor, he felt an inexplicable attachment to this strange land.

"You three are new around these parts, aren't you? Why not come into our tavern for a drink and a bit of a rest?"

suggested a middle-aged man with dust all over his face. He stood in front of a low wooden house on the left side of the street, calling out to them as they walked through.

"No, thanks,"

Steward Chi replied, waving his hand politely. He thought it was best for them to not stop unnecessarily.

"Stewart, why don't we just rest here a little? I happen to have something to inquire about," said Darren, trying to convince him.

"Stewart, you're being too cautious. What threat could such a small city pose to us? Let's go in for a drink." Jamison Ji loved alcohol more than most. The smell of it coming from the tavern clawed at his throat as his craving for a drink swelled.

"Alright, what harm could a little rest do?"

"Welcome, this way please."

Darren and the two killers walked into the small tavern. It was a little dark, furnished with three old wooden tables and the slight smell of mold hanging in the air.