On the Goblin Lord's body, two distinct charred palm prints stood out prominently, evidence of the scorching heat from Draken's mastered Diamond Dust Palm technique.Strictly speaking, Diamond Dust Palm wasn't bound by specific palm techniques but served more as a versatile martial enhancement.It boasted high temperature, toughness, and increased strength, allowing for varied strikes, even a mere slap."What a waste," sighed York, tallying his earned martial arts examination points. "Selling the materials from these demonic beasts and devils could fetch us a good sum. Sadly, time and energy are scarce for such endeavors..."After a tumultuous night, the area was littered with numerous corpses, emitting a pungent stench of blood.While gathering points was manageable, collecting materials would be time-consuming. Plus, lingering too long risked attracting more demonic creatures."Don't fret, we have six more days in this realm. Plenty of opportunities ahead," Draken reassured with a g
York was dumbfounded as he looked at Draken waving his sword. Raul and Nana had already run far away.York had heard of sword techniques that could block hidden weapons or other flying tools.However, even the lowest level of cultivation for those sword techniques had to be in the pulsing realm.No martial apprentice could cultivate such a sword technique.This was because all of those sword techniques required the assistance of strong eyesight.To put it nicely, the martial apprentice realm was the reserve for martial artists. In fact, in this world where everyone valued martial arts, even an ordinary person who was physically unsuitable for practicing martial arts could have the strength of a martial apprentice realm after long-term training.Therefore, in theory, the martial apprentice realm was still the level of ordinary people.A martialist in the pulsing realm could open up meridians, allowing themselves to truly possess vitality.The so-called vitality was energy and spirit. I
"Let's go! Let's go! Let's hold hands. Let's go! Let's go! Let's go traveling," Draken chanted cheerfully, leading the way after their narrow escape from the stinger demon bees. They slowed their pace, mindful that running might attract more trouble than it solved.In high spirits, Draken even began to sing a nursery rhyme, his mood buoyed by their successful evasion. He had managed to collect thirty-five stinger demon bee stingers, which could fetch around thirty-five thousand dollars on the market. Each stinger could be used to craft a single special arrow imbued with deadly poison, making them highly sought after despite their relatively modest individual value."Draken, your sword skills..." York finally gave in to his curiosity, unable to contain his wonder at Draken's remarkable defense against the stingers."I created it myself. Pretty amazing, right?" Draken chuckled, confirming York's suspicions. He had indeed developed the sword technique himself, drawing on his extensive kn
“Lt’s go! Let’s go! Let’s hold hands. Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go traveling.”After escaping from the stinger demon bees, Draken and the others slowed down. After all, if they kept running, they would make a lot of noise and attract unnecessary trouble.Draken was in a good mood and even started to sing a nursery rhyme.He had collected a total of thirty-five stinger demon bees ‘stingers. According to the market price, he could sell them for about thirty-five thousand dollars.A single stinger could only be used to create one special arrow with deadly poison. The stinger itself could be sold for 1000 dollars.This price was not exaggerated. Although the toxicity of this poisonous thorn may not have much effect on some higher-level demon beasts or demons, it would still have a little effect.At a critical moment, it could turn defeat into victory because of this little effect. Therefore, this thing never lacked a market.In other words, there was no lack of market for any materials, p
Although it had been a few months since Draken transmigrated to this world, and he had already merged with the host’s memories, Draken did not accept the host’s social relationship.Draken seemed to be very familiar with his classmates, but only Draken himself knew that these ‘familiar’ classmates were strange to him.The original host’s memory was still the original host’s memory.In Draken’s eyes, these ‘familiar’ classmates were just the original host’s familiar classmates.Earlier, when York, as the class president, had planned to lead by example and cover the retreat of Draken and the other ‘ordinary students,’ Draken’s heart had been shaken.That ‘I’m the class monitor after all!’ It was like a heavy hammer that smashed the barrier in Draken’s heart.Although York phrased it nicely, the result of staying behind to cover while they retreat was death.Did York not know? Of course, he knew!Even so, York still decided to bring up the rear. Even though he was also very afraid and ev
"Are there candidates nearby? And are they still alive?" The director's astonishment was palpable.Though the Myriad Beast Mountain teemed with examinees and a plethora of missing patrolling martial artists, most were only at the pulsing realm level. Despite their prowess, they were no match for the numerous level nine Martial Apprentices among the dead demonic beasts and demons littering the terrain.While the patrolling martial artists might have had the upper hand in individual skirmishes, they were ill-equipped to handle the sheer volume of adversaries. Furthermore, the irregular distribution of fatal wounds on the corpses hinted that human intervention was unlikely, both during and after the chaos.Upon inspecting the corpses, the director noted a glaring absence: no materials had been harvested from the demon beasts or devils, suggesting that no martial artist had ventured into this area. Thus, the only plausible explanation was that the examinees were responsible, as these corp
"Students, it's mealtime."In Grade 12 Class 4 of Yonkers, the form teacher, Li Bingdao, appeared weary as he brought forty-four boxes of food into the classroom using his vitality.The martial arts exam still lingered, and the rescue mission persisted. All rescued students remained in the classroom, awaiting the return of their missing classmates.The education division and Bactria's higher-ups acknowledged the profound psychological impact on the students and sought to compensate them. Hence, during the seven days leading to the exam's conclusion, all rescued students received specially provided meals from each city. The provisions included top-grade demonic beast meat, spirit energy vegetables, nourishing herbs, and even blood-red rice. It was a luxurious affair, an attempt to assuage their collective guilt.The incident exposed a glaring flaw in the martialThey feared their hopes for the year might vanish within the next two days.Perched safely on the tree, they sensed no immine
Draken lay submerged in the mud, carefully assessing the situation. Despite the spider queen looming at the edge of the swamp, it failed to detect Draken and his companions. Their concealment was impeccable, thanks in part to their seamless integration with the surroundings.In the heart of the swamp, the tentacles swayed aimlessly, seemingly perplexed by the recent disturbances. Perhaps due to the venomous influence of the demonic spider, the devil's reactions were sluggish.The enraged spider queen, though oblivious to Draken and his group, sensed the presence of her offspring on the tentacles. Observing the faint purple hue, she deduced that some of her progeny had fallen prey to the opposing party.Under ordinary circumstances, the spider queen might have refrained from action. However, incensed by the significant losses among her descendants, she found an outlet for her fury.With a furious hiss, the spider queen vaulted into the air, spinning her body mid-flight. A dense, purple