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Everyone shook their heads, not daring to speak, knowing deep down that Zhao Shanyu was kind on the surface but ruthless and hot-tempered. It was better not to provoke him at this moment when he was in a bad mood.
"Brother Zhao, Brother Wang has arrived." At that moment, a breathless voice pierced through the night and reached everyone's ears.
The crowd's expressions brightened, and they looked up to see two figures emerging from the darkness. One of them was particularly striking; upon closer inspection, the person was large and stout, and even the white clothing could not conceal the body beneath. The belly was round like that of a woman who had just become pregnant, and two wisps of beard danced in the evening breeze. From a distance, it looked as if two straws were about to snap. In the glow of the flames, it appeared somewhat comical. The newcomer was none other than Wang Zhou.
"Greetings, Brother Zhao," Wang Zhou clasped his fists in salute.
"Alright, sit down!" Zhao Shanyu waved his hand.
Wang Zhou rubbed his hands together to warm them from the evening chill, blew warm air onto them, and felt a bit warmer. "I wonder what Brother Zhao wants with me at this late hour?"
"Do you know anything about the man in black?" Zhao Shanyu asked.
"I... I don't know," Wang Zhou's steady body suddenly trembled, and the branch he intended to throw into the flames fell beside the fire instead.
"This person is too despicable. If he falls into my hands, I will make sure he can't escape," Zhao Shanyu said, his gaze fixed on the flames with a hint of malice, as if he wanted to pierce through them.
"Brother Zhao is absolutely right. This person is too vile; many of our brothers have been robbed by him," everyone exclaimed.
Wang Zhou remained silent, looking down at the sparks that splashed onto his feet from the fire; they quickly extinguished. He thought to himself: "Even if I knew, what difference would it make? Can you, Zhao Shanyu, defeat him now?"
"By the way, how many Wooden Plaques do we have now?" Zhao Shanyu asked.
"Brother Zhao, we currently have forty Golden Wooden Plaques, fifty-seven Silver Wooden Plaques, and sixty-nine Bronze Plaques," Tall Disciple replied.
Zhao Shanyu pondered for a moment and said, "So we now have eighty-eight thousand eight hundred points?"
"Yes."
"Hmph, tomorrow there will be a final showdown. I want to see how you, Wang Yi, can defeat me," Zhao Shanyu said with a cold smile at the corner of his mouth. "Tomorrow, everyone will search this forest with all their might. Once we succeed, I will reward each of you with fifty Medium-Grade Origin Stones."
"Yes." The crowd cheered in agreement.
"Wang Zhou, you don't need to go out tomorrow; stay by my side," Zhao Shanyu instructed.
"Yes, Brother Zhao," Wang Zhou replied, momentarily stunned before bowing.
"Wang Yi, this time I want you to call me 'Grandpa' three times in front of everyone. Hahaha..." Zhao Shanyu finished and suddenly threw his head back in laughter.
Under an Azure Pine tree, a handful of flames flickered as Wang Yi sat on the cool grass, staring intently at the blazing fire. He murmured, "Thirty-three Golden Wooden Plaques, forty-two Silver Wooden Plaques, thirty-seven Bronze Plaques—adding up to only sixty-one thousand four hundred points. How can I possibly compete with Zhao Shanyu?"
It was known that countless disciples were attached to Zhao Shanyu's command. Each disciple only needed one thousand points to qualify for the rest, so it was likely that his current points far exceeded Wang Yi's!
Thinking of this made Wang Yi feel a headache coming on. Although he had disguised himself as a black-clad figure and robbed others, he hadn't taken everything; he left behind one thousand points. After all, these disciples aimed to become Inner Sect Disciples. If he took everything from them, it would be a grave sin. Wang Yi was not someone who indiscriminately killed; he still held onto the most basic principles of being a person.
"It seems I have to go again tomorrow," Wang Yi thought to himself. He could only disguise himself as a black-clad figure again and take Wooden Plaques from other disciples.
"Who?" Suddenly, a chilling aura swept in from afar along with the cold wind. Wang Yi stood up and fixed his gaze on the darkness ahead.
In that pitch-blackness, nothing could be seen, but Wang Yi's powerful spiritual sense clearly felt a cold presence moving toward him.
After a while, a white figure appeared before Wang Yi. With pale skin and a cold expression, the figure's white eyebrows contrasted sharply against the night, making the air even cooler.
"Jin Shixiong?" Wang Yi exclaimed in surprise; the visitor was none other than Jin Qinghan.
"Take these," Jin Qinghan said as he approached slowly with the Remaining Cloud Sword on his back. His fair hands gently waved through the air, instantly creating dazzling golden light that was mesmerizing and radiant.
"This..." Wang Yi looked at the Three-Colored Wooden Plaques in front of him, slightly taken aback, but then he heard Jin Qinghan say, "I heard about your bet with Zhao Shanyu. Consider these as a gift to you."
"No way, Jin Shixiong. These Wooden Plaques are what you sought after with great effort. How can I, Wang Yi, accept something that is given out of pity?" Without thinking much, Wang Yi waved his hand decisively and said, "As the saying goes, no merit, no reward. You should take these Wooden Plaques back, Jin Shixiong!"
"I, Jin Qinghan, have never taken back anything I have given away," Jin Qinghan replied coldly. "The Wooden Plaques are not many, and with Zhao Shanyu's abilities, you haven't yet been able to defeat him. Whether these things can help you is still uncertain."
"In that case, thank you very much, Jin Shixiong." Wang Yi pondered for a long time before cupping his fists in gratitude.
"I'm leaving now." With that, Jin Qinghan disappeared into the night without looking back; he came quickly and left just as swiftly.
Wang Yi looked at the Three-Colored Wooden Plaques at his feet and clenched his fists tightly. He counted them: there were seven Golden Wooden Plaques and five Silver Wooden Plaques. It seemed these Wooden Plaques were all obtained by Jin Qinghan alone; otherwise, with his abilities, it would have been impossible for him to find so many.
The night passed without a word. As dawn broke, sunlight flowed like water into every corner of the Deep Forest.
Wang Yi once again disguised himself as a black-clad figure in front of everyone. However, the number of Wooden Plaques he collected was not much because many disciples had already learned about this black-clad person who was snatching Wooden Plaques everywhere. Some hid away, some left under the cover of night, and others traveled in small groups. Xu Cheng and his companions were among them, hoping that the black-clad figure would retreat upon seeing their numbers.
But things often unfold unexpectedly.
"You... what do you want to do? I warn you, no matter who you are, this act is too much and has angered everyone," Xu Cheng swallowed hard and looked at the black-clad figure in fear, hoping he would leave.
"Exactly! If the elders find out about this matter, you won't be able to bear the consequences," one of Xu Cheng's companions pointed at Wang Yi.
"You all know my rules, right?" Wang Yi replied with a calm smile.
"What rules?" Xu Cheng knew very well the rules of the black-clad figures. However, thinking about how hard he had worked to obtain those Wooden Plaques only to have them fall into someone else's hands made him feel miserable. He mustered his courage to feign ignorance.
"You four will each leave behind one thousand points; hand over everything else," Wang Yi said. He knew that these people were seasoned veterans; if he didn't pressure them a bit, they wouldn't honestly give up their possessions.
"No... we don't have it," one person said, glancing fearfully at the man in black, suppressing the dread in his heart.
"Hmph, since that's the case, I'll take it myself," Wang Yi sighed inwardly and said coldly.
"Hmph, he is just one person, while we are four. The winning side will definitely be us." Xu Cheng greedily glanced at Wang Yi and continued, "He has countless Wooden Plaques on him. As long as we defeat him, those Wooden Plaques will be ours. At that time, it won't be impossible for the four of us to make it into the top ten. Let's all go together."
The other three felt their hearts ignite with excitement, like a blaze burning within them. They thought to themselves, "Xu Cheng is right. This man in black has taken so many Wooden Plaques. If I can take him down, I can definitely enter the top ten. Then Vitality Pills, Yuan Stones, and Third-Rank Martial Arts will all be mine!"
Greed is indeed one of humanity's ugliest desires; who wouldn't be tempted by immense wealth?
"Senior Brother Xu is right; let's all go together," one person shouted.
The three exchanged glances and almost simultaneously rushed out, surrounding Wang Yi and cutting off his escape route in an instant.
"Hmph, since that's the case, you can't blame me," Wang Yi said as he surveyed the greedy four with a cold gaze.
"Attack!" Xu Cheng's face flashed with a hint of killing intent as he waved his hand.
"Ah!"
A piercing scream tore through the cold air, echoing in everyone's ears.
A palm strike landed on one person's shoulder with a crack; the arm bone shattered. Wang Yi leaped into the air and kicked this person away.
The man lay on the ground, clutching his right arm tightly with his left hand, cold sweat dripping from his forehead as he let out a silent scream of agony. Xu Cheng and the other two exchanged glances, each seeing the fear reflected in one another's eyes.
"Bang bang bang."
In that moment, Wang Yi moved like a ghost, faster than lightning. With a swing of his hand, he struck three times in quick succession, and Xu Cheng and the others fell to the ground, clutching their arms and crying out in pain.
Wang Yi's casual strike carried at least seventeen thousand pounds of force, while Xu Cheng and his companions were merely ordinary Earth Spirit Realm Martial Artists. How could they withstand such weight? The siege formed by the four of them collapsed in an instant.
Lying on the ground, Xu Cheng and the others looked at Wang Yi in fear, their faces filled with regret. It was clear that Wang Yi's displayed strength had conquered them from the depths of their hearts, and they all begged for mercy.
"Senior Brother, please spare us!"
"This is my Wooden Plaque; you can take it all, but could you leave me just one piece?"
"Senior Brother, we know we were wrong; please forgive us!" Xu Cheng managed to squeeze out a smile through his fearful expression.
Wang Yi coldly glanced at the four of them, leaving each with a thousand points before he departed.
Time slowly passed, and the sun began to set in the west. The Wooden Plaques hidden in the Deep Forest had almost all been found by everyone. At this point, finding even a single Bronze Plaque became exceedingly difficult. Time was precious for Wang Yi; he was unwilling to waste even a minute.
Meanwhile, the news about the black-clad individuals robbing Wooden Plaques had spread widely. People spoke of their strength as if it were legendary, claiming they were unmatched in power, even more terrifying than Li Gang and others. Many disciples who had been searching for Wooden Plaques stopped their efforts and began making their way to Mountain Base.
Niu Meng walked through the forest, cursing under his breath, "What a bastard! Who are these black-clad people? I refuse to believe they're that powerful!" Just moments ago, he had heard news about the black-clad individuals from another disciple. From the fear on that person's face, Niu Meng could tell it wasn't mere fabrication; he couldn't help but believe it to some extent!
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