Chapter 133

"Long wind shatters ten thousand li!"

Hum—!

As 'Du Yan Long's memories turned into specks of light, they entered Chen Jie's mind.

A voice rang out in his mind.

"This is... Martial Dao Will!? Unexpectedly, this guy actually condensed Martial Dao Will as well!"

"No wonder his leg speed is so fast, so his Martial Dao Will is 'Wind'!"

"Feng Yuhai! You go in peace...!"

Chen Jie let out a sigh in his heart.

'Du Yan Long' Feng Yuhai's memories and martial arts inheritance quickly merged into Chen Jie's mind.

Boom—!

The next moment,

Chen Jie only felt a roar in his mind.

Feng Yuhai's memories, very quickly like a movie playing, flashed through his mind.

—City Lord Xiang Tianxiao made a move! One person battling the Great Inner Court's ten Grandmasters, haha... to see Lord Xiang Tianxiao make a move, I can die without regrets!

—Zhan Wuji has come! The Great Inner Court's First Strongest has finally made a move, the world's two strongest Great Grandmasters, today a battle, who loses who wins...?

—Cough cough... One saber! Worthy of 'Blade Saint' Qi Wuhen, the Guard Commander President of the Great Inner Court, martial arts unfathomable, I actually couldn't block his one saber!

Clang clang... clang clang...!

Mealtime has arrived.

—I know! I'm just pursuing Eldest Senior Brother's footsteps!】

Today counts as the first day entering the 'Wa State Concentration Camp'.

A tragic and heroic aura filled his mind.

—Foolish child, Father is the Tan Leg Gate's Sect Master, with a great enemy before us, how can I leave on my own?

It is hard to describe this tragic and heroic mood with simple words.

Ancient bronze-colored skin, perfect body type, fierce gaze...

This is merely one of the Fifth District's canteens.

—Hai'er, you have finally comprehended 'Leg Momentum', only one step away from 'Half-Step Grandmaster'!

—Father, my body type is too thin, strength insufficient, even if I comprehended 'Leg Momentum', my leg technique compared to Eldest Senior Brother has a huge gap.

Next,

He was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of specially issued 'Piglet' loose pants, and began warming up.

Vast memories swept through Chen Jie's mind.

'Tan Leg Gate' Sect Master's son "Feng Yuhai", a leg technique expert with strength comparable to the 'Half-Step Grandmaster' realm.

The harvest is too great!

Finally made up for Chen Jie's leg technique deficiencies.

After absorbing 'Du Yan Long' Feng Yuhai's memories, Chen Jie's heart once again felt that inexplicable heaviness.

Twelve Roads Tan Tui back six forms — Lift Leg, Sweep Leg, Whip Leg, Stomp Leg, Knee Leg, Swing Leg!

—Your Eldest Senior Brother is a true Martial Arts Genius, you must not compare yourself to him in everything, you are already very excellent, Father is very satisfied.

Thud... thud...

—No! Father, I won't leave! If we leave, we leave together!

Inside the 'Wa State Concentration Camp' there are naturally not just one big canteen.

No one could imagine what terrifying combat power lay beneath that slightly youthful appearance.

A body of strong tendon flesh, absolutely enough to make quite a few of the opposite sex drool three feet.

—The Imperial Court's hundred thousand army has killed into 'Wu Kui City', the city gate is already broken, looks like 'Wu Kui City' this time is doomed, Hai'er, hurry and go!

He stood on one leg, continuously kicking empty legs, beginning to warm up and train the 'Twelve Routes Tan Tui' force generation inheritance he had just obtained in the dream.

The environment here is very quiet, no one disturbs him, making Chen Jie feel very satisfied.

—I won't leave! The world is vast, is there any land that isn't the king's? Even if I escape 'Wu Kui City', where could I flee to?】

—Finally going to die? Father, Hai'er has come to find you...!

—Worthy of the Great Inner Court's ten Grandmasters, too strong! 'Blade Saint' Qi Wuhen, I'm separated this far, yet actually enveloped by his Blade Intent, my heart gave birth to fear, why would it be like this? I've already condensed 'Martial Dao Will'!

—Can't block it! Is Wu Kui City going to fall?

Twelve Roads Tan Tui front six forms — Spring Leg, Intercept Leg, Step Leg, Push Leg, Split Leg, Hook Leg!

For some unknown reason,

When crackling sounds came from the opposite 'Iron Room', Chen Jie slowly opened his eyes.

Although on the seventh underground layer, dark without daylight, like hell.

The memories contained a tragic and heroic aura.

His martial arts inheritance and combat techniques, as well as his lifetime of martial arts experience, were absorbed by Chen Jie.

But his precise biological clock let Chen Jie know it should be around six o'clock in the early morning.

The iron gates of each "House" opened, and a row of armed-to-the-teeth gunmen began taking all the "Piglets" from the Seventh Floor Underground to the Grand Mess Hall.

The Mess Hall had three floors total, each roughly the size of a football field.

After Chen Jie followed the armed personnel to the Mess Hall, seeing the scene before him, he actually felt a thread of shock.

Only to see inside the entire Mess Hall, a sea of people, one glance revealed a black mass stretching out.

Imagine,

Over five thousand people gathered together, sitting in one grand mess hall eating — what a spectacular scene this was.

Around the Mess Hall stood many high platforms, on which armed personnel stood sentry.

All the "Piglets," though they acted fierce, domineering, arrogant, conceited...

However,

During mealtime, very few people dared cause trouble.

The guns in the hands of the armed personnel around them weren't for show.

Whoever dared cause trouble — lightly, solitary confinement, five days without food; heavily, killed on the spot, no quarter given.

Therefore,

Within the regulated mealtime was the most peaceful moment in the entire "Wa State Concentration Camp."

Several armed personnel brought the "Piglets" imprisoned in the "Iron Rooms" of the Seventh Floor Underground to a row of tables in the corner of the Grand Mess Hall.

This should be the area specially designated for the "Piglets" inside the "Iron Rooms" to eat.

After Chen Jie sat down, looking at the food prepared on the row table, he ate with a calm face.

At this moment,

That "Qilin" sat beside Chen Jie, looking at the food before him, smiling as he said:

"Haha... today's rations are pretty good, actually two slices of beef, yo... and half an apple, what day is it today, to actually have extra food?"

Chen Jie silently ate his food, not acknowledging the other party.

Entering the "Wa State Concentration Camp," the biggest taboo is: don't meddle in others' business, don't casually engage with others.

Qilin saw he'd spoken for half a day and Chen Jie still made no sound.

He thought to himself, perhaps this little brat in front has a more reclusive personality, doesn't like communicating with people.

Next,

He turned his gaze toward another Horse-Face "Piglet" sitting at the row table!

In this Horse-Face "Piglet's" hand, he was actually pinching a string of beads, continuously rolling it.

"Yo, bro, you're the one living in Hell Number Nine 'Iron Room' right? What're you rolling in your hand? How come it looks like teeth?"

The Long-Face "Piglet" went blank for a moment at those words, sizing up Qilin for a moment.

He smiled faintly, coldly: "What you said isn't wrong, these are indeed teeth! Every time I kill a person, I like to eat their heart, then knock out one of their teeth as a memento. On this string of beads, there are thirty-one teeth total."

Chen Jie sitting at the side, his gaze turned cold!

Next,

He raised his head and glanced at this Horse-Face "Piglet," made no sound, paused a moment, then continued eating the food before him.

Qilin seemingly didn't expect this Horse-Face "Piglet" to actually be a pervert.

He likewise went blank for a moment, then said:

"Fuck... aren't you disgusting? Eating human hearts raw? Those teeth are so small, they're women's teeth, right?"

"Your taste is rather special, ruthless enough...!"

The Horse-Face "Piglet" hearing "Qilin's" praise, seemed to feel quite proud.

A smile emerged on his face, he said in a deep voice: "Right, whether man or woman, as long as I kill them, I must eat their heart raw! Hiss... how I miss the taste of fresh heart, so delicious!"

Qilin depressedly waved his hand:

"Stop... stop stop, I'm eating right now, you're fucking disgusting!"

"Talk about something else, how long have you been in the 'Wa State Concentration Camp'? Where are you from?"

The Horse-Face "Piglet" sighed with unfinished interest: "I'm Indonesian, been here nearly two years, don't know when I'll be able to leave?"

Qilin perked up at that, asked:

"Indonesian? You actually speak Chinese? I've been here ten-odd days, you've stayed here this long, you should be very familiar with this place, right?"

"Introduce it a bit?"

The Horse-Face "Piglet" said disdainfully: "My home is right on 'Chinatown,' speaking Chinese isn't very normal?"

Finished speaking,

He glanced at Chen Jie and Qilin, pursed his lips:

"Seeing you two so sensible, today I'll chat with you about the situation here."

Qilin pricked up his ears listening, made no sound.

Chen Jie had just finished eating his allotted food, calmed down, quietly listening to the Horse-Face "Piglet's" narration.

"The entire 'Wa State Concentration Camp' is divided into eight districts total, among them two districts are garrisoned by the armed personnel of several major Wa State Clans."

"So, the districts imprisoning 'Piglets' total six, respectively the Left Three Districts and Right Three Districts."

"Our current district is the Fifth District of the Right Three Districts, counts as the most ordinary group, 'Ruthless People' aren't many, just the several dozen people imprisoned in the Seventh Floor Underground 'Iron Rooms.'"

"Inside the six districts, each district has one publicly recognized strongest 'Ruthless Person,' called 'Steward'! The Six Great Stewards are the leaders of all 'Piglets' inside the six districts."

"Our Fifth District's 'Steward' is named Ruan Shixiong, a Nan Yue person, his strength is very strong, the publicly recognized 'Ruthless Person' of the Fifth District, has killed not a few people, heart cruel hand spicy!"

Qilin hearing this, suddenly said disdainfully:

"Publicly recognized my ass, I don't recognize him! Where is he? Find a chance, I'll take him out!"

Ma Lian Zhu Zai shook his head, sighed, and said:

"You have no chance to deal with him now!"

"The way disputes are settled here is by opening the 'Blood Arena,' where everything is settled in the ring."

"In the Blood Arena, even if you kill your opponent, no one can say anything."

"Usually, it's best not to cause trouble; if you happen to run into patrolling armed personnel, they might shoot you dead."

"Of course, if you don't run into them and someone provokes you, killing them is no big deal."

"Once a gun is pointed at you, you'd better obey and not resist, or you'll be shot dead by random gunfire—I'm not joking; I've seen several top experts with very strong abilities gunned down."

"A few months ago, Ruan Shixiong fought the First District Steward 'Tony,' lost, but fortunately only suffered minor injuries and was sent to the hospital!"

"This guy is crazy, known as the most difficult person among the six districts."

"Counting the time, he should be back soon; I advise you all not to provoke Ruan Shixiong lightly—he's not someone you can handle."

After hearing this, Qilin felt very unconvinced in his heart.

"A Nan Yue person, why would I be afraid of him?"

"When he comes back, let's see if I dare to deal with him?"

At this time,

Chen Jie was very dissatisfied that Qilin interrupted Ma Lian Zhu Zai's narration, and suddenly raised his head to stare at him silently.

Qilin chuckled and said to Ma Lian Zhu Zai: "Continue!"

Ma Lian Zhu Zai continued:

"Most of the 'Piglets' imprisoned here were tricked into coming, thinking there was gold everywhere, only to end up trapped here unable to leave."

"However, some came voluntarily—some to avoid enemies, some fleeing disaster, and some to lay low."

"In short, all kinds of people are here!"

"But to survive here well, you must be ruthless; rather than saying this is a concentration camp, it's more like a prison."

Qilin interrupted him again, impatiently:

"Get to the point; since I've come to the 'Wa State Concentration Camp,' I naturally know what kind of place this is."

"There are many Big Bosses here, and some former 'Bosses' who came here to lay low."

"There are also murderers on the run, even including top experts who fight in underground boxing arenas, including some War Kings!"

"The Four Great Families of Wa State raise gu here to build the strongest local armed forces—I know all this; tell me the specific details inside."

Ma Lian Zhu Zai was interrupted by Qilin but was not angry.

He smiled and said:

"Then let me first talk to you about the Six Great Stewards; I'm sure you're very interested."

"The First District Steward is named Tony, from Thailand South!"

"He is a top expert from the Chiang Mai Muay Thai Training Camp, has been to the 'Ancient Thai Camp,' and is the best boxer in Southeast Asia!"

"It's said that at the Lumpini Boxing Stadium, he killed Thailand South's top Muay Thai King Wamuni in less than half a minute."

"Later, for some unknown reason, he left Thailand South and came to the 'Wa State Concentration Camp'!"

"Here, he is recognized as the First Strongest; previously in the Fifth District, later he went to the First District and became the First District Steward."

Hearing this, Qilin widened his eyes and said in surprise:

"I've heard of 'Tony' before; he's called the most mysterious 'Muay Thai King' in Southeast Asia, with terrifying strength."

"I haven't heard news of him for two years and thought he was dead; so he came here?"

Chen Jie listened carefully without making a sound.

This information was very important to him.

He wanted to investigate news of Big Brother Chen Yao; asking some 'small fry' would surely yield nothing.

Only the 'Stewards' of the six districts inside the 'Wa State Concentration Camp,' or important people around them, would know some clues.

Ma Lian Zhu Zai continued:

"The Second District Steward is named Watanabe Ichiro, a Nichi Island person, a Fighting King with extremely terrifying strength, killing without blinking, cruel and ruthless, a true pervert-level figure!..."

"The Third District Steward is named Wang Hou, a Hong Kong person, sells 'Ice,' has no strength, but no one dares to provoke him; he has money, came here voluntarily to avoid enemies, has many confidants under him, people who live by their wits..."

"The Fourth District Steward is named Park Jintae, a South Korean, formerly a top expert of the South Korea Taekwondo Association, fought in North America Underground Boxing with a decent record, a very cunning guy, with terrifying strength!..."

"The Fifth District Steward is named Ruan Shixiong, a Nan Yue person, already introduced just now; this guy is like an indestructible cockroach, challenged Nichi Island person Watanabe Ichiro, was beaten half-dead by the Nichi Island person, after recovering challenged Tony again, and was sent to the hospital again, like a mad dog—whoever provokes him, whoever is unlucky!..."

"The Sixth District Steward is named Amrahan, an Indian, said to be a top assassin with extremely terrifying strength; heard he was betrayed by someone and finally ended up here!..."

Ma Lian Zhu Zai spoke eloquently, knowing everything about the Stewards of the six districts of the 'Wa State Concentration Camp.'

After hearing this, Qilin's eyes lit up!

Indeed,

he was not frightened by the might of the Six Great Stewards; instead, he looked excited.

Obviously, this guy was the most typical 'warmonger'!

Chen Jie also felt a surge of hot blood...

(Chapter End)