Chapter 192: Chapter 164: If He Can Do It, So Can I
And these thousands of young boys and girls are carefully selected from the Feather Race vagabonds by the Baelon Clan as reserve death warriors, undergoing various ruthless training from a young age, but less than one-tenth can ultimately become true death warriors of the Baelon Clan.
Because it costs a lot of money to raise these death warriors through cruel training from a young age, the strength of the Baelon Clan ranks above the two major martial artist families, Bain and Pevin.
However, at this moment, in a secret chamber several hundred meters below the courtyard, a giant Feather Race man with the strength of a middle-tier martial artist hurriedly walked into the chamber.
As the giant Feather Race man entered the chamber, he saw an elder sitting there. Although the elder’s figure was hunched, his qi and blood were so powerful, it was even more astonishing than the giant man.
"Patriarch, Dibbs is dead." The giant Feather Race man said nervously.
The Patriarch Kedewen, who brought the Baelon Clan to prominence all the way, has now reached the top in the suburbs of the city, and his personal strength is unfathomable. As early as more than ten years ago, he was already a high-tier martial artist, just waiting to break through the barrier and move the Baelon Clan into the city, making it a top family in the whole Chasing Light City.
Now that Dibbs, the family’s future patriarch, is dead, it is indeed a big deal, and he can only brace himself to disturb Patriarch Kedewen.
"I already know." The hunched elder’s voice was completely void of emotion, only looking at the giant man, "What do the other three families say?"
"The gist of the three families is much the same; they just want a quarter of the lord-level monster remains, as for other matters they don’t care." The giant man reported.
"What a bunch of jackals, each wanting benefits but hoping our Baelon Clan will spearhead the effort." Kedewen laughed indifferently, "Alright, just tell the other three families, if there’s a problem, everyone will step in, no one can stand aside, or else the other families will join forces to wipe out the one that wants to stand aside!"
"What about the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall?" The giant man asked.
"Since they appeared in that place and dared to take our four families’ things, I don’t care if they were framed." Kedewen glanced at the giant man, "Drake, you go and tell the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall, I’m willing to give Lin Qi a face, hand over the lord-level monster remains and all our four families’ things, and compensate our four families eight billion bits, and this matter will be settled."
"Patriarch, what if Lin Qi is unwilling?" Drake inquired.
Genius martial artists only emerge a few times every three years in the entire Chasing Light City. Once they join genius training, they are the absolute high-levels in the city, especially young people, who are youthful and vigorous. It’s not strange if they don’t agree.
"Unwilling?" Kedewen laughed immediately, "If he doesn’t agree, just tell him that his Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall won’t be opening anymore."
"Understood." Drake bowed and left.
The sun set in the west, at the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall.
Lin Qi transported the pharmaceutical equipment back, and after a bout of installation, he finally had the pharmaceutical workshop completely set up, ready to officially start making potions.
This made Yakro very happy to see, as she could finally start her money-making treatment plan.
Just as Lin Qi was about to return to his room to draft a teaching plan for the natives, the hall’s doors were suddenly pushed open, and a giant Feather Race man over three meters tall, followed by twenty young pre-martial artist-level youths clad in A6-level battle armor, walked in.
"Who here is Lin Qi?" The giant man walked into the training ground, scanned the crowd, and asked loudly, "I am the elder Drake of the Baelon Clan, here on behalf of the Baelon Clan."
As soon as Drake spoke, the whole crowd fell silent, and some old players who were cultivating turned to look at Drake.
"Is this the hidden storyline Sister Wu mentioned?" One Leaf Floating Cloud, who had just revived, looked at the giant man claiming to be from the Baelon Clan with a rare hint of joy on his face, "Did it come so quickly?"
"Sister Wu and her team really hit the jackpot this time, being able to trigger even the hidden storyline. If I had known, I wouldn’t have rushed to be a martial artist; I would have gone with them." The also recently revived Xiao Yuan said enthusiastically, also looking at Drake with eyes full of anticipation, "This person’s strength is definitely a middle-tier martial artist-level BOSS; I wonder if there will be a chance to exploit the later storyline."
"A middle-tier martial artist-level BOSS, huh?" One Leaf Floating Cloud looked at Drake, also licking his lips in anticipation, "The drops should be great; hopefully, the later storyline lives up to it."
While the old players in the hall were discussing on the second floor, Lin Qi also walked out of the resting room.
"I am the Hall Master Lin Qi. What do you want with me?" Lin Qi looked at the arrogant Drake and asked softly.
"So you are Lin Qi." Drake assessed Lin Qi, paused, and said, "On behalf of the Baelon Clan, I inform you, seeing as you are a genius martial artist, our Baelon Clan is willing to give you face. As long as you hand over the lord-level monster remains this time and all the spoils in the valley, compensating our four major forces with eight billion bits, our Baelon Clan will consider this matter settled."
"Your four major forces took the initiative to attack our Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall without an apology, and now you ask our Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall to hand over the lord-level monster remains and compensate eight billion bits. Do you think it’s appropriate?" Lin Qi glanced at Drake and softly asked, "I don’t think the four major forces are unaware of what happened."
"I don’t care. I am just representing the will of the Baelon Clan to inform you." Drake shook his head and continued indifferently, "You just need to tell me your choice."
"What if I choose to refuse?" Lin Qi said with a smile.
"Our Patriarch anticipated that; Patriarch’s intention is, from now on, your Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall won’t be opening anymore." Drake replied coldly without surprise.
"Alright, I understand your Patriarch’s intention." Lin Qi nodded calmly and said, "Please go back and inform your Patriarch that I refuse his proposal, and offer one sentence to him: Whatever he does, I can do too."