Lord Of Martial Arts

"What do you mean? Are we all going to fight each other for them?" someone questioned.

"No! That's not what I'm saying. If you want the treasures, attack each other. The ones that are left alive will get the treasures!"

"Well... I object!"

"I object, too!"

The people who lacked strength but already had treasures refused to agree to a proposal like that. It was unfair.

"You don't agree? Refusing is equal to death. Fine. Let's make another rule. Anyone who voluntarily hands over their treasures and doesn't participate in the fights won't be attacked. Is that enough?"

"Okay. That sounds good to me."

"Yes. The prince's suggestion is sound. Everyone, hand over your treasures."

The powerful warriors were eager. After all, they were all strong enough to get the treasures.

"No! No! I won't!" someone protested.

Bang!

Not giving him a second chance, a man with six metal meridians slapped him into blood mist.

"Not handing over your treasures is your own choice, but the consequences are ending up like this man. Whoever violates the rule must die!"

Looks of surprise and worry covered everyone's faces. They swore internally. They had no choice but to hand over their treasures. Otherwise, they would die.

One of the disciples from the noble clans stepped forward and placed his storage space unit on the ground. He waved his hand to remove the restrictions so the others could see what was inside.

"Good. I'm glad that you decided to hand over all of th

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looked worried. His confident facade had vanished.

"No one knows who this guy is or where he comes from. All we know is that he has been hiding among us. I suspect that he is a spy that was sent by other regions. I say that we work together and kill him!" Terry announced.

"There are no people with the surname Chu in our Eastern Imperial Region. He must have been deployed by another region."

"If we don't kill him, he will continue to wreak havoc. Come on, let's get him!"

For once, all of the warriors shared a goal and that was to kill Darren.

"All of you, kneel down and hand over all of your white metal. Otherwise, you will all die," Darren ordered in a calm tone.

They slowly closed in on him, trying to intimidate him, but Darren wasn't afraid. In fact, his aura was only growing fiercer.

"Kneel down? Why would we kneel for someone as insignificant as you?"

a master with seven metal meridians asked. Then, he gathered his god's power and it transformed into a ray of light in the air. It flew towards Darren.

"Fine! Don't listen to me then!"

Darren raised his hand and swung it through the air.

The sand on the ground collected in the wind as the power approached the master.

Puff!

Before the master could fight back, he was thrown through the air. He landed on his backside and spat out mouthfuls of blood.

With a flash of sword light, the master was cut in half. The pieces fell to the ground.

Darren had killed him using one sword strike!