Chapter 937: Returning in Disgrace

Although the Saw Brothers’ combined use of the “Madness Scissors” gave them a fierce momentum that seemed unstoppable, in the martial world, such tactics of covering up weaknesses to boost strength could only be considered petty tricks. They might allow them to match up with four or five peers of the same level, but against true masters, they remained just two people with their flaws still exposed.

In high-level battles, what determined victory was the experience gained through life and death, along with exceptional combat intuition, followed by skills and strength.

Happy had no intention of showing mercy to these two clown-like enemies. With a step forward, his hidden energy surged quietly…

Whoosh!

At the exact moment both enemies were momentarily stunned by the attack, he dodged the edge of the Saw Brother’s sword and delivered a knee strike to the left brother’s face, creating a bloody wound.

This attack wasn’t fatal—nor could it seriously injure him—but the impatient Saw Brother rushed forward eagerly. His sword swept downward.

Happy’s afterimage didn’t hinder the sword at all; instead, it carved a terrifyingly deep wound across the brother’s chest.

“Ah!!!”

Though the pain lessened, his reaction was swift. The wounded brother stared at his chest, where his ribs were almost exposed, and let out a agonized scream.

The Saw Brother gasped in shock, his body freezing as a powerful force pulled him forward. His neck felt cold as an iron-like hand gripped it tightly.

“Ding!”

System alert:
“The opponent’s bone strength exceeds 285 points. Attempt failed—no damage dealt!”

Despite the system’s warning, Happy showed no surprise or discouragement. Instead, he sent another wave of hidden energy into the enemy’s body.

A sharp pain in his throat made the Saw Brother feel as though all his nerves had been destroyed, and his consciousness quickly faded.

“I said, the battle has just begun.”

After killing the Saw Brother with a single palm strike, Happy rushed toward the severely injured but still alive brother…

The latter had lost a lot of blood and had little strength left. To be honest, Happy saw potential in his bone strength—perhaps he could obtain some decent equipment.

The wounded brother’s companion tried to rescue him, but Happy’s hidden energy sent them flying back, killing the brother outright.

Five people fallen…

“It’s your turn.”

Turning around, Happy charged into the remaining dozen or so Blood Alliance disciples.

Small in size, he frequently used the Dragon-Seizing Hand, killing three more people in an instant and kicking three others away. His movements were swift and decisive, leaving people feeling suffocated as if they couldn’t breathe.
“Damn it!”
“Run!”
“The Sawtooth brothers are dead—why stay here? We’ll just become sacrifices! Let’s go!” shouted the trap master from the outside.
The few members of the Blood Alliance who were still trying to hold their ground immediately turned and fled without hesitation.
But they had to ask if Happy agreed.
Although Happy didn’t know these people weren’t sent by the Silver-Clothed Faction, seeing that the Blood Alliance had sent such amateurs who underestimated them, he had no intention of being gentle—both hands in the Dragon-Seizing Hand!
He grabbed two people, and his Dragon-Claw Hand swiftly sliced through their necks.
Bang! Bang!
Two more bodies collapsed.
Watching the Blood Alliance disciples flee in panic, Happy glanced at the ground ahead and said coldly, “When you get back, tell the Silver-Clothed Faction to come to me sooner—or these people will end up like them!”
Without even bothering with polite words, the group ran away at full speed.
Happy turned back resolutely.
Lucky enough, he found several pieces of equipment among the corpses of the Blood Alliance disciples!
Two first-class pieces at level 4, along with one magic weapon at level 3.
The quality of the first-class equipment was comparable to that of the Silver Robes, but since its design wasn’t very attractive, Happy ignored it and put it directly into his Qiankun Bag, planning to sell it in the market once he returned to the city.
But this magic weapon was quite good…
A level-3 magic weapon obtained from Big Sawtooth.
Jinmao Rat’s Jade Boots: (Level 3, lower-grade magic weapon)
Defense: 1250 points;
All innate attributes increased by 25 points each;
Mobility increased by 10 points;
Evasion increased by 10%.
In this world, first-class equipment crafted by martial artists generally had higher defense than ready-made equipment in the martial world, but lacked improvements in innate attributes.
This led to two different approaches among martial artists when choosing equipment…
Some chose to focus on innate attributes, sacrificing defense to enhance their innate abilities;
Others opted for higher defense, sacrificing some innate attribute improvements but gaining much greater protection and survival chances.
Only those lucky enough to obtain magic weapons with good attributes (from high-level NPCs) could meet both requirements…
Happy had rarely had the chance to fight against mythic-level strongmen before. Between low-grade magic weapons and first-class pieces at level 4, he had firmly chosen higher defense and stability, relying on his solid skills to win.
But now…
The Silver Robes could no longer meet his needs!

“This ‘Jinmao Mouse’s Jade Boots’ is quite good. Kai Xin decided to keep it. Once he gets the ‘Fire Qilin’s Scales’, he’ll ask someone to help him reach Level 4.”
……
“What do we do now?”
“We didn’t teach them a lesson, yet we got beaten ourselves, and ten of our brothers died…”
Brother Sawtooth and a group of depressed companions had emerged from the Martial Temple, their strength reduced by 10%. Their expressions were extremely grim.
“Damn, it’s been so long, and I didn’t expect them to still be this strong…”
“So many people at the Liberation Realm couldn’t even match him; they had no chance to fight back. Now I finally understand why Boss Bloodclothes never lets us enter the main hall.”
“……”
“This isn’t the time to talk about it. The key issue is that all our brothers are dead, and we still haven’t accomplished anything. What should we do? We definitely can’t let anyone know about this. If anything goes wrong, Boss Bloodclothes will kill us again…”
“Mm-hmm.”
The group realized they had suffered a huge humiliation. If the outside world found out, they would be laughed at. Boss Bloodclothes, who cared so much about face, surely wouldn’t spare them.
But what they didn’t know was that while they were fighting, someone from the Hunter Family had already recorded the entire process.
While they were discussing this, the REP had already been released.
A post titled “Former Master Returns! Dozens of Blood Alliance Members Fail to Kill, Instead Get Beat Up; Kai Xin’s Myriad Beasts Villa Shines” appeared on the official forum.
A little after 9 a.m.…
Kai Xin logged out of the game.
Xu Yao immediately brought out breakfast, speaking calmly, “While you were playing, the doctor checked on you. He said you’re recovering well, but he advised you to avoid being too obsessed with the game and to spend more time on rehabilitation.”
“Oh, I see.”
As he replied, Kai Xin set his helmet aside.
“Has the master woken up?”
The door to the ward was slightly opened, and Nurse Xiao Yi along with Qiu Ming entered carrying fruit. “Master, we came to see you.”
“……”
Lying in bed, Kai Xin rubbed his forehead. Those two had already started addressing each other formally.
“Master’s wife.”
Qiu Ming called out to Xu Yao again, but she ignored him.
However, Kai Xin suddenly felt uplifted:
“Qiu Ming, come here.”
“Mm.”
“A true master should have good judgment. I suddenly think you have the potential to become one.”
“Really?!”
Qiu Ming was thrilled by Kai Xin’s words:
“Then when will you teach me, master?”

“I can’t teach you. The path of a master is filled with loneliness and solitude; one must understand it on their own, grow through experience.” Kai Xin said impulsively, “Since I started working in the martial world, over the past three years, I’ve fought thousands of battles and challenged more than 300 top martial artists—all of them the best at that time. That’s how I’ve become skilled today.”
“…”
Qiu Ming showed signs of excitement.
Xiao Yi stared at Kai Xin intently, listening.
“Especially by studying others’ battle records, for three months I focused on understanding One Emperor’s sword techniques, trying to figure out how to counter them. Unfortunately, I never got the chance to test them against him in person…”
“Boss, you’re amazing! You even want to challenge One Emperor!”
“That’s right. Although the current top martial artist in the Central Plains has been replaced by Shadow, she herself admitted that she’s no match for One Emperor. You’re challenging the top fighter in the Central Plains!”
“Heh…”
Kai Xin smiled, but inwardly felt a sense of relief for finally revealing a secret he’d kept for so long.
In another world, Kai Xin was on par with One Emperor, even surpassing him in some aspects.
So, in front of the people from that world, he wouldn’t say such things.
But in this world, his own world, One Emperor remained an unattainable peak!
“It’s a pity we don’t know where One Emperor has gone, nor if Master will ever have the chance to meet him again.” As Qiu Ming and Xiao Yi expressed their regret, Xu Yao quietly took care of Kai Xin, bringing him water and breakfast…
But Kai Xin’s next words suddenly moved Xu Yao, who had remained calm up to that point.
Kai Xin comfortably crossed his arms behind his head, stared at the ceiling, and said seriously, “Don’t worry. I can sense his presence… He won’t leave until I fully understand the ‘Thirteen Deadly Swords’ and defeat the Evil Emperor… In this life, I and One Emperor are destined to fight!”
“…”
Xu Yao stopped mid-gesture.
It seemed as if she had suddenly returned over a year ago.
Back when Kai Xin was already famous in the martial world, full of pride and confidence…
One morning, just as proudly and confidently:
“After fighting… today, I’ll officially prepare to challenge One Emperor. Though I know I’m likely to lose, I’ve been looking forward to this day for so long. There are hardly any people in the Central Plains worth challenging anymore!”
…
Tears glistened in Xu Yao’s eyes. She quickly put down the breakfast and rushed to the bathroom!

Closing the door, she looked at her excited, joyful, yet seemingly sad reflection in the mirror. Xu Yao slowly covered her face and began to cry silently:
Happiness has returned!
The happiness from back then, before the great changes, that proud and confident happiness has returned!
No…
Her words and expressions showed even more pride and self-respect! Filled with fighting spirit and vitality!!