Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System

Su Yue left Crown Temple Valley, and the next day he really didn’t go back.

In fact, these past few days, Su Yue hadn’t been idle either.

Other than delivering food three times a day, he was very busy the rest of the time.

In Shenchu City, there were quite a few five-grade criminals; each of them was brave and vicious, and the reason they were still alive was that they were ruthless enough, cruel enough, and vicious enough.

So, in his spare time, Su Yue started seeking out these five-grades to fight.

Of course, Su Yue’s win-loss record was... very touching.

fights... 72 losses.

He fought for a full week and did not win even once.

Su Yue was also beaten very badly.

Fortunately, the medical conditions in Shenchu City were pretty good. Although Su Yue’s injuries weren’t light, the treatment was decent. Plus, the Martial Artists here respected Su Qingfeng, so they would never punch Su Yue in the face, which was why he could still guarantee not getting disfigured.

Combat really is a field where there is no end to learning.

Fighting against this group of desperadoes, Su Yue was clearly being suppressed the whole time, and it was very hard for him to fight back.

Of course, Su Yue also wasn’t using his auxiliary combat arts; doing so would be meaningless.

He wanted to make good use of this group of perfect sparring partners.

Compared with a week ago, the current Su Yue had already undergone a qualitative transformation.

Because his Qi Blood had risen by a whole tier, there were actually some subtle differences between the slaughter among five-grades and that among four-grades.

Some of these Martial Artists had been stuck at five-grade for a long time, and they themselves weren’t even aware of what was different, but in reality, it was indeed different.

Su Yue had been carefully summarizing these subtle gaps.

Every time he had a moment of insight, his thoughts flowed freely.

Although nothing showed on the surface, and his Qi Blood hadn’t surged, Su Yue knew he was improving.

This trip to Shenchu City, with these gains, was already not in vain.

"Young Master, the Greed Wolf Camp still won’t let you go to Crown Temple Valley?"

This morning, Su Yue didn’t go deliver food. Instead, he was eating a Wet Realm meal with a group of five-grade criminals.

One of the one-eyed five-grades asked.

After a week of brutal fights, the criminals had also started to look at Su Yue with new eyes.

A college freshman actually came to challenge them, these five-grade desperadoes.

The key was that this kid was like a madman, fighting non-stop every day, and with every fight, he made some progress—small or large.

They had gone from utterly crushing Su Yue at the beginning to now having to use some tricks.

Su Yue’s improvement was enough to make one’s blood run cold.

Fierce people are worthy of respect.

Of course, this group also grumbled endlessly about the Grandmasters of the Greed Wolf Prison.

Only the incompetent vent their anger on the young.

If you have a grudge with Prince Qing, you should go after Prince Qing for revenge—what does it have to do with Su Yue?

He was just an 18-year-old youth who came to Shenchu City because he wanted to train hard.

But you kept making things difficult for him in every way—that was really especially classless.

The key thing was that this youngster’s character was practically flawless.

He was Su Qingfeng’s son.

Even if Su Yue had been a bully, the prisoners wouldn’t have found it strange.

But Su Yue was courteous and polite, treating everyone like brothers; his sense of loyalty was practically carved from the same mold as Prince Qing’s.

He ate and lived with them, never demanding special treatment, and even spent his own money to improve the brothers’ meals.

And you lot in the Greed Wolf Prison, eating the hot food Su Yue delivered every day, yet going out of your way to make things hard for him—who knows how you manage to swallow those meals.

"Yeah, wasn’t it Old Duan who agreed for you to go to Crown Temple Valley? Why do they have to pick on a student!"

"I say they’re just spoiled—eat well, drink well, and then still put on the big boss act."

"Guarding Crown Temple Valley is indeed hard, but which Martial Artist in Shenchu City doesn’t have it hard? Who here hasn’t crawled out from under a pile of corpses? They’re going way too far."

The prisoners chimed in one after another, mercilessly cursing out the Greed Wolf Camp.

"Sigh, don’t badmouth people behind their backs. I was the one who gave up the opportunity!

"Besides, even though I didn’t go to Crown Temple Valley, getting to know all you brothers is also a kind of gain.

"I’ve already decided: as long as I can defeat Scar fair and square, I’ll go back to West Martial."

Su Yue stopped everyone from making a ruckus.

There was no need to put pressure on the Greed Wolf Camp.

For this kind of thing, just let it take its course; sooner or later they would invite him back.

Whether it was cultivating Qi Blood or honing combat arts, both were still cultivation, and Su Yue hadn’t been wasting his time.

"Scar, did you hear that? Our Young Master’s going to take you down, haha!"

Everyone teased a thin, scar-faced middle-aged man.

"There’s nothing shameful about losing to the Young Master. My Qi Blood is over 2500 calories; the Young Master may be four-grade, but his Qi Blood definitely exceeds 2000 calories.

"Of course, I won’t hold back."

Scar nodded.

Among this group of five-grades, his Qi Blood value was on the low side, but his strength was absolutely no joke—even five-grades with 3000 calories of Qi Blood weren’t his match.

Being able to train Su Yue’s real combat ability was also Scar’s honor.

He particularly worshiped Su Qingfeng and was an iron fan of Su Qingfeng’s.

"Mm, don’t you dare hold back!"

Su Yue swallowed the vacuum-packed cold ration. To be honest, it was really especially nasty.

What he called defeating Scar meant doing it without using his auxiliary combat arts, relying purely on instinct to fight.

As long as he could defeat Scar, Su Yue was confident that with all his auxiliary abilities fully activated, he could challenge mid-level five-grades.

Fighting on instinct was also basic training, and in this area, Su Yue was somewhat lacking!

Combat arts were very important, but combat arts were like a house built on a foundation.

Instinctive combat—that was the foundation!

Even though no one could see the foundation, only the Martial Artists themselves knew how important it was.

"I think the Young Master’s future achievements might surpass Prince Qing!"

A few five-grade prisoners discussed again, and the atmosphere was harmonious.