Diligence System: From Servant to Martial King

That day.

Li Xian arrived at a special occasion. An elder from Jade City dispensed "ten thousand taels" of silver, set up a large cauldron, cooked Essence Treasure, and prepared a "feast of competition for food." There were five portions of Essence Treasure and twenty-five bowls of Essence Soup.

Thirty death row inmates were selected to participate. Everyone could get "Essence Soup," but only a few could get "Essence Meat." Yet in every feast of competition for food, there’s never too little but always unequal. The fiercer the fight over the feast, the happier the host, and the more likely they are to host such feasts in the future.

Li Xian was among them. That day... There were more stakes placed on the high platform, and a red jade Eight Immortals table was set up on the Doomsday Platform. Five portions of Essence Meat, twenty-five portions of Essence Soup, wafting white mist. Thirty death row inmates arrived at the banquet.

Each had a place. Quietly enjoying the drinks, everyone gained something, and they could return. But the seating arrangement was deliberate. Those with stronger skills and fiercer temperaments were often placed towards the back and could only divide the Essence Soup. In this way, there would inevitably be dissatisfaction, leading them to seek trouble with those ahead, if the latter refused to submit, it would inevitably trigger a fight, wherever there’s competition, chaos would arise.

At that time, those fishing in troubled waters, those taking advantage... naturally joined in, various calculations of the mind, armed combat. Furthermore, spontaneously forming alliances, jointly besieging, united in combat... not less than a primitive slaughter.

Hundreds of developments, perilous urgency...

The danger of the situation is definitely no child’s play. Although not everyone in Jade City is brutal, those who like to come to Willing Death Valley are filled with pent-up resentment and enjoy seeing these dangerous situations for fun.

Li Xian was placed in a seat for "Essence Meat," with "two qian" of Essence Meat in the bowl. His recent fame was resounding, and the death row inmates, intentionally or unintentionally, eyed him keenly.

Zhao Ranran frowned slightly, feeling this was an insidious situation leading to death. Tai Shu Chunfeng had been to Willing Death Valley but also dared not easily participate in the "feast of competition for food." Firstly, all the death row inmates sat at one table. If it led to a siege, it would be hard to manage. Secondly, he didn’t lack Essence Treasure, and really didn’t need to risk this situation, getting covered in blood just for the sake of fighting and aggressiveness.

This was already contrary to his original intention.

As soon as Li Xian sat down, he sensed a sword light flashing, two people beside him drew swords to kill. Li Xian blocked across with a sword, "clang clang," deflecting the two swords. The sword edges of the two changed, one slashed upwards, the other twisted downwards. Li Xian passed through the middle, raised the bowl of Essence Meat with his sword and gently brought it to his mouth, first sipping the soup inside.

Calmly observing the two, then scanning the platform, the death row inmates.

By now, all thirty death row inmates were gazing at Li Xian, eyes containing hostility. All death row inmates lived reliant on the patronage of the big master from Jade City, hearing the master curse Li Xian, calling to strike and kill games, naturally they wanted to kill Li Xian quickly, to resolve the master’s concerns, in exchange for rewards, to win the master’s gift of ’golden leaves.’

An encirclement seems to be forming. Li Xian remained calm inside, yet dared not be careless, as these people all possessed Martial Arts Realms, the weak in the First Realm, the strong in the Second Realm. For various reasons, willingly entered Willing Death Valley, came with confidence overlooking peers, boasting of their Martial Arts Mastery being exceptional, believing their lives were unharmed, and that they could still find a way out. But it’s too late for regret, life and death pressure, spirits strained, nearly on the brink of madness. If truly attacked by the crowd, especially since martial arts evolution here was suppressed, mysterious changes hard to perform, flesh and blood combat, there’s inevitably the danger of "two fists against four hands."

Li Xian concentrated his mind into the Iron Sword, although suppressed by ’ingenious crafted items, Willing Death Valley,’ he could slightly make it more tenacious, sharper by a percentage, and the sword and heart merged, the momentum added sharpness. He thought coldly, "I’ve never killed anyone before, not out of softness or hesitance to kill. But simply unwilling to follow their intentions. However, the situation now is, either fearing my strength or taking advantage of my being alone, faintly wanting to encircle me. To break this situation, harsh methods must be applied!"

His eyes erupted with cold light piercing the sky, observing everything around, recently he utilized hair to observe, knowing the special martial arts of this place’s thirty death row inmates, their combat habits, temperament, all were comprehended by him. Scanning the eyes around, appearing to stalemate with everyone, actually contemplating and devising a plan.

He indeed had experience of one versus many, fully aware to fight a hundred alone, one must first possess the ferocity of one person’s flame, suppressing the flame of a hundred others.

In the past he faced the Five Mountains Sword Alliance alone. Li Xian was like raging fire, burning fiercely, ten thousand couldn’t open. But Five Mountains Sword Alliance belonged to the righteous path, the disciples back then were quite young, easy to intimidate.

Facing those present now, they were desperadoes, facing death. The battle will be bloodier, and cannot be easily intimidated. Li Xian suddenly had an idea, shouting to everyone, "All want to kill me? Whoever helps me, I can ensure they don’t die and can also get Essence Meat!"

His voice resonated across the land, incredibly powerful. The death row inmates originally thought of forming a group to kill, but upon hearing his promise, calculated in their hearts, they felt it wasn’t a bad choice. Each contemplated, measured repeatedly. Suddenly someone said, "Humph, whoever believes him, dares offend the master above?" Everyone awoke, the encirclement more solid.

Li Xian stalled for a while, following his desire, locking on at one point. Finding the right opportunity, he burst forth suddenly. Immediately approached several people, fists, sword, leg launching in succession, contained terrifying killing intent. Pure Gang Qi Clothing carried fierce wind and intense force, making his every move overwhelmingly more imposing than others.

Those few were extremely panicked, each cried, "My life is over!", convinced such fierce moves were impossible to fend off. But instead of sitting idle, simultaneously switching from defense to offense, employing the tactic of "exchanging injury for injury." Death row inmates originally disregarded life and death, precisely this point, particularly cunning. Li Xian would not fear, this killing blow, really brewing for a long time, immediately avoiding injury as much as possible, with one swing cutting three persons in half.

The death row inmates were used to life and death, bloodshed, brutality hardly intimidating, rather arousing the ferocity, beast nature within them... A dozen people surged together, knives, guns, clubs, fists, kicks, elbows like a tsunami attacking. In such circumstances, however exquisite the moves, advanced Martial Arts, could not be completely performed.