Stuck in a Chinese novel-Chapter 418: Show your worth

"Will of the dragon."

Clap!

Boom!

Wei Jun calmly said and clapped his hands. The old man hadn't clapped his hands, but Wei Jun felt the necessity to do so. The essence of the technique was the same, the idea was the same; however, the effect was different.

Where the old man only emitted one shockwave, Wei Jun emitted multiple of them with the echo of his clap, each one striking the old man in lesser intensities but in quick succession.

The old man couldn't help but be shocked, and apparently, from his question, he was more shocked than hurt. Wei Jun ignored the old man's question and shortened the distance between them again. Bearing the pain coming from his wounds, the old man swung his sword in a pattern that was hard to read.

Wei Jun also moved his hand the same way, his hand coated in a thin, sharp layer of Qi. As both of the strikes collided, the shockwave from their collision shook the area once again.

Once again, the shock on the old man's face was immense. The shock of his hard work being copied like that and being used on him enraged him, if anything else.

However, Wei Jun was merciless. He purchased another pair of daggers from the shop that were of A rank in ranking. Wei Jun coated them in the same thin and sharp layer of Qi that the old man had done so with his sword and brought the relentless attacks down on the old man.

"Kugh!" The old man managed to block a few of the attacks, but the attacks were too many for the old man to block. He was slashed in different places, and the death Qi managed to use those openings to make cracks in the old man's Qi.

"Will of the roaring dragon."

As the death Qi created openings in the defense, the sonic booms shook the old man's internals. The old man knew that that was the end, so he had only one option.

[Host, he's overexerting his core]

Wei Jun moved forward to deliver a killing strike, but a shield appeared in front of the old man and managed to block the attacks of Wei Jun.

"Sh*t!" Wei Jun panicked but...

"Plum blossom pierce!" The old man had forgotten about one crucial thing. His opponent wasn't the only one who could imitate his attacks. There was a crazily violent woman as well. And her target was none other than the old man's abdomen, or more accurately, his Qi core.

"Kugh!"

Wei Jun didn't miss the chance, and while the old man was distracted by the attack on his Qi core and his Qi slowly spreading through his body, Wei Jun stabbed the old man in his heart with his pointed palm, ripping it out of his chest.

Thud...

Thud...

The old man fell on his knees, his eyes wide in disbelief, and then finally fell on the ground, his eyes lifeless like a mannequin's.

"Haa... Haa..." Xing Xiaomei sighed and stood straight with her sword still stabbed in the old man's body. "That was close."

Wei Jun nodded. He couldn't help but admit that it was indeed a close call. The old man had resorted to the explosion of his Qi core, which could have been a fatal strike for both of them, and perhaps even those beyond the barrier of mana.

Wei Jun could tell that a Qi explosion from a grandmaster wouldn't be just a scratch. Wei Jun might have survived with the class and Death Qi at his disposal but the same couldn't be said to be about Xing Xiaomei.

[Death Qi +9017]

[Death Qi: 500,991]

After killing relentlessly for almost nine months, and having taken everything he could from the protagonist, Wei Jun's death Qi had risen to the point that it would be massive. Wei Jun couldn't help but think where he would have been had he not given up on his yang Qi core.

Wei Jun sighed and looked at Natasha, telling her to dissolve the barrier. Natasha did so, and the blue colored barrier made of mana disappeared from view. Yan Rong, Natasha, and Mark Wilson made their way to Wei Jun and Xing Xiaomei.

Wei Jun knelt to take the ring of the old man and inspected it from the inside. However, he was distraught to find only one item inside. Other than the sword in the old man's hand that was in particularly good condition, killing the old man had only brought forth one more item.

As Wei Jun pulled it out, a chill of frost spread throughout the area. As soon as the frost spread, everyone felt their power waning and instantly put up their respective guards to protect themselves from the chill.

Wei Jun immediately put it back in the ring.

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"..." As silence stretched across the space, Wei Jun was about to check the description of the item when Mark Wilson spoke, "Pure Yin stalactite."

"A what now?" Wei Jun asked as he once again checked the crystal of ice inside the ring.

[Pure Yin stalactite]

[Just like stalactites in a cave]

[That is a treasure after the accumulation of almost ten thousand years of Qi, or even more]

[One stalactite can bring the Qi of a person from the beginning of the martial realm all the way to the peak of the grandmaster realm]

[And if someone already at the peak were to take it]

[Then I'd leave it up to you to imagine]

[I suggest you give it to Yan Rong, whose cultivation might even lead to a breakthrough]

Wei Jun couldn't help but agree. If it really was such a miraculous item, it could grant Yan Rong the opportunity to advance to the next realm, which could be really helpful to Wei Jun in his upcoming fight with the protagonist, Li Fan Sho.

But before Wei Jun could come to a decision...

"My lord!"

Mark Wilson suddenly fell to his knees, addressing Wei Jun in a loud but desperate manner.

"What?" Wei Jun was taken aback by the sudden call, but he managed to keep the prestige of a calm man and asked what it was about.

"Please, grant that item to me." Mark Wilson said, his head low, and so was his voice. He knew he was asking for too much, and since Wei Jun already had many more people, he could grant the items to such as both of his lovers who practiced Yin Qi.

There were no words he could say, nothing he could offer in return for the precious treasure that was worth more than anything in the world. There were only a handful of such items, and Wei Jun had every reason to give them to his lovers rather than to him.

However, he needed it. He knew he needed it more than anyone, and the desperation in his voice was evident to everyone present. The girls left the decision to Wei Jun. After all, Xing Xiaomei and Natasha had no use for the stalactite; only Yan Rong did, and even if she was silent, then it was all the more reason for both of them to remain silent.

Wei Jun grabbed the ring in his fist and threw it at Mark Wilson. Mark Wilson was caught off guard but still managed to grab the ring, although he almost dropped it. Wei Jun simply said, "Knock yourself out."

Due to the party system, Wei Jun could feel the desperation coming off of Mark Wilson. He could tell it was his most desperate wish. As if that item could solve all of his problems. He could also tell. If he were to refuse, he might lose Mark Wilson as well.

There were many alternatives present for Liu Yu and Yan Rong. For Mark Wilson, however, there was probably no other alternative. Wei Jun didn't take too long to come to a reason.

"Thank you, my lord!" Mark Wilson bowed completely, kowtowing to Wei Jun with all his might. Wei Jun simply ignored that show of gratitude and turned to Yan Rong and Natasha, "Take everything. Leave nothing behind."

They both nodded and left which made him turn to Natasha who was still a little tired from the looks of it. He gave her a stamina pill and said, "Rest."

"Hah! That's all you have to give me?" Xing Xiaomei complained but didn't really mean it. She had gotten more than she could ever have from Wei Jun. The steady and strong rise in her power was only because she stuck to Wei Jun so tightly.

"You'll have more soon." Wei Jun said as he checked the plethora of items in his inventory. He was confident that no one in the world would have more treasures than him. After all, that pile was an accumulation of plunder from all nine sects in the top ten.

He then turned to Mark Wilson, who was in the same position, and said, "I hope you won't make me regret this decision."

Mark Wilson had no answer. There was no answer. There was only one way to show his answer. And that was by showing him.

'I'll be sure to show you, my lord.' Mark Wilson decided inwardly with determination.