Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 588 - 480~481: Eight Desolate Disciples vie for supremacy, Grass King! (Extra 13 - s for monthly tickets)_3

Chapter 588: 480~481: Eight Desolate Disciples vie for supremacy, Grass King! (Extra 13 Chapters for monthly tickets)_3

With this turn of events, the Shaolin Players on the platform grew increasingly frustrated as they fought.

Among them, some Shaolin Bahuang Disciples who had righteously refused to engage in dirty deals suddenly realized that even if they didn’t play along and pretend to lose, they could hardly win anyway. It was almost better to have taken the money and acted as performers from the start.

And when they regretted their initial refusal and desperately sought to collaborate again, the sponsors were nowhere to be found.

On the Jianghu Forum, laughter abounded.

"You monks are dreaming too beautifully, aren’t you? We offered you money to act, and you refused. Now that you know you can’t win against us, you come wanting to make a deal? Don’t think it’s that easy."

"Brothers of Shaolin, have some integrity will you? You’re going to lose all the face of the Bahuang Disciples."

"Maybe as long as I don’t feel ashamed, then it must be someone else who should be!"

Amidst the noisy players, the representatives of other sects such as Wudang, Kongtong, Kunlun, and more who had gathered, all felt their faces burning with embarrassment and squirmed uncomfortably while sitting on pins and needles.

If only they weren’t worried about maintaining appearances and the reputation of their respective sects.

At this moment, individuals like Song Yuanqiao of Wudang, Zhuo Feifan, and the Kunlun Sect Leader He Taichong would have gone up on Stage to pull down those "mysterious head-covered figures" who were using their own sects’ Martial Arts so brazenly.

But now, out of various concerns.

These sect representatives could only pretend they saw nothing and remain silent while exercising restraint.

Seeing this, the Bahuang Disciples from all the various sects on the platform were overjoyed.

Even more Bahuang Disciples cast aside all concerns, donned black head-coverings in unison, and lined up the Pear Wood Chair, equipped with lime powder, bone-piercing nails, itching powder, and other gear, queued up to get on the stage.

"Hahaha, damn big watermelon! I thought the elder from our Kongtong who came this time would recognize me as a Kongtong Disciple and never dared to join the fight. But now, this brainless elder actually can’t recognize me; I was scaring myself."

"Hehe, me too. I deliberately chose a stage right in front of our Diancang Sect Leader to challenge, using Diancang Swordsmanship. Guess what? Our Sect Leader actually cheered loudly."

"Guys, don’t get too carried away. I guess it’s because we’re all wearing the distinctive clothes of Black Wind Village Mountain bandits and we all have head-coverings; they can’t recognize us. Even if they do, they’re probably concerned about offending our village chief and don’t dare to pull us down."

"The village chief is mighty! The village chief is domineering! Just wait and see, I’ll use a move called ’Butt-Backward Sand-Falling Goose Style’."

"You shameless guy from the Huashan Sect actually mixed in here? Your Sect Leader is learning embroidery with Dongfang Bubai in Black Wind Village now."

"Pah! Our acting Sect Leader is now Ling Hu Chong, and our Supreme Elder is Feng Qingyang. I am a genuine Black Wind Village Mountain bandit and a disciple of the Huashan Sword Sect."

...

Meanwhile, at the viewing platform.

Jiang Dali watched the fierce battles unfolding below and received two notifications on his panel.

"By leading a multitude of Black Wind Village Mountain bandits and holding a friendly exchange competition with a group of Shaolin monks, you have successfully instigated a major event in the Jianghu. You are the only Green Forest Hero in the Martial World who has accomplished such a feat. Black Wind Village’s reputation in the Green Forest forces within Mixed Martial Arts World has increased. You have been rewarded with 20,000 reputation points."

"The world abuzz, your name outshines the rest.

Sword and saber honor lifelong aspirations, wealth and nobility can’t compare to today’s glory.

Your reputation in the Jianghu has risen to the level of a Grass King, widely renowned. In the court, Princes, Generals, and Ministers heed your strategic directions; in the Green Forest, you command legions with none daring to defy!

The status of your force [Black Wind Village] in the Jianghu has been elevated, your Luck Index increases by 100 points, and all Jianghu Sect forces recognize the prestige of your power."

After reading the two messages.

Jiang Dali couldn’t help but reveal a satisfied smile on his face.

"It’s only by creating such unprecedented, epic events that one can receive such substantial rewards! Now, my reputation has risen to a level unimaginable by many players in my previous life.

Grass King... Could my next step be the Heavenly Emperor?"

Jiang Dali pondered thoughtfully, looking at his Cultivation Points which had once again reached 100,000 and his Potential Points which sat at 170,000. After a moment’s hesitation, he chose to continue enhancing the Vajra Invulnerability Divine Skill to the 3rd Realm and slightly successful.

Since the last time he elevated the Vajra Invulnerability Divine Skill to the 2nd Realm, he had also consumed a Blood Bodhi.

Thus, under the Vajra Invulnerability Divine Skill State, the normal duration of sustainment had extended to about twelve minutes. Even if he entered the Life and Death State, his arm would no longer disastrously explode after a single strike.

And now, with the enhancement of the Vajra Invulnerability Divine Skill to the 3rd Realm.

Jiang Dali felt as if a myriad of Cultivation Points and Potential Points were burning up, forming a Mysterious force that drew in the Heaven and Earth Power around him into his Body.

In an instant, the drapery trembled and fluttered.

Energy waves rolled around the high platform.

Kou Zhong and the others standing guard at the corners below were all startled, yet they didn’t dare turn back to look. Pretending ignorance, they continued their vigilance, but their hearts were shocked, all thinking the village chief must have broken through some Divine Skill with such an astonishing momentum.

Thunderous booms—

In Jiang Dali’s Spirit, it seemed as if a thunderclap had exploded. Upon introspection, his Body’s meridians, blood vessels, capillaries, and neural networks all seemed vividly clear.

Countless thread-like Energy streams flowed inward from the outside, infusing his Body, penetrating the membrane beneath the skin, and activating his inner potential.

He circulated his Inner Strength, his muscles and bones cracking and popping like firecrackers, his complexion began to show an ancient and robust gold hue.

A sensation of even stronger, more enduring, and more vigorous Energy filled him.

Two incense sticks later.

When the battles on the platforms outside had reached a frenetic climax.

Jiang Dali had silently slipped away through the secret door behind the high platform.

At the same time.

A beam of white light suddenly appeared from the high platform.

Within the white light emerged a burly figure in majestic armor, wearing a golden Bull Horn Helmet.

His simple and robust face surveyed his surroundings, eyes suddenly fixing on the empty Pear Wood Chair in front of him...

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(Sorry, there might be no update tomorrow! Because my child suddenly got a fever today, and it’s the first time, which is making me a bit anxious. I’ll have to go to the hospital later. My child is too young; I might need to take a leave of absence. Apologies. Sigh. I hope everything is okay.)