Not everyone is able to go far on the road of martial arts, more people are not talented enough, and they often stagnate all their lives after reaching the innate level.
The realm of martial arts depends on diligence and hard work on the one hand, and on the talent of martial arts on the other hand.
Zhao San is such a person.
City of Beasts, a month ago.
Zhao San is a master who licks blood with a knife. Since he was twenty-five years old, he found that his realm was stuck at the eighth level of congenital, and he hadn't moved for five years, so he gave up his plan to continue practicing martial arts.
Instead, he became a mercenary, and formed a mercenary team of more than forty people with others. On weekdays, he went to the outer edge of the Beast Cliff to fight monsters, and bought some monster fur and minions to sell. The gold coins were squandered in Hundred Beasts City.
This kind of person puts his head on his waistband to earn money. He has no future today, and he will die under the claws of monsters at some point. Therefore, he pays more attention to enjoyment. It can be said that he is good at eating, drinking, whoring and gambling.
This day was the same as usual, when Zhao San came out of the gambling house, his pocket was already empty, and the three thousand gold coins he had earned so hard a while ago were squandered within a few days.
"Damn, I'm not lucky recently! Go back to Hundred Beasts Cliff again, and earn the betting money, and I will definitely win it back even harder."
"Grass! No eyes!"
In the crowd, Zhao San was hit by a bump. He was already upset, but now he felt bad luck.
When he was rubbing his waist cursingly, he suddenly found that his pocket was bulging. He reached out and touched it, and found a bright silver ball.
"What the hell is this? I don't know if it's worth it." Zhao San held the ball curiously, and at this moment, the ball made a crisp sound.
The ball opened, and the fluorescent light inside formed a row of words.
"Touch any woman's butt, and reward two hundred gold coins."
"What thing?" Zhao San scratched his head, and casually threw the ball into the rubbish on the side of the road.
But after walking a few steps, he started laughing, and grabbed a woman's buttocks passing by the roadside.
He also ignored the woman's abuse, just whistled and continued to move forward triumphantly.
Beside him, a silent passerby appeared, that person quickly stuffed something into Zhao San's hand, and left in a hurry.
Zhao San was puzzled, opened the bag, his eyes lit up, and the bag was full of gold coins!
But the ball under the gold coin made Zhao San extremely surprised: "Eh? Isn't this the thing I threw away just now? Why is it back?"
"Who gave me the money?"
"Ah... that's right!"
Zhao San suddenly recalled the words that appeared in the ball just now.
"Could it be true?"
Ding... The ball rang again, the ball opened, and the fluorescent light inside formed a new row of words.
"Steal a steamed bun, the time limit is five minutes, and the reward is five hundred gold coins."
"Ah? Is there such a good thing?" Zhao San looked left and right, found a shop selling steamed buns, rushed up quickly, touched a steamed bun and stuffed it into his arms.
With his skills, this is not difficult to do.
After he got the steamed buns, in just ten minutes, a silent person walked up to Zhao San and stuffed Zhao San with a bag.
The bag was opened, and there was a bag of gold coins inside, exactly five hundred in detail!
"My God, is this okay? Then the money comes in too quickly, and it's much easier than when I go to Hundred Beasts Cliff to do the task." Zhao San smiled broadly.
He didn't know who gave him the money and why, he didn't care.
A person who earns money with his life, a person who can lose all the money he earns with his life in just a few days, doesn't think so much at all.
In the next three days, Zhao San continued to receive all kinds of weird tasks.
Each of these tasks is more difficult than the other, and the rewards are higher than the other.
On the fourth day, he received a mission to kill people. The reward for this mission was 3,000 gold coins.
Zhao San was ruthless, and kept doing nothing! simply…
In the middle of the night, a drunk passed by the alley staggeringly. Zhao San suddenly jumped out of the alley and stabbed the drunk to death.
Half an hour later, he got three thousand gold coins.
The ball rings, the next task, kill five people, reward 10,000 gold coins!
Although Zhao San is a mercenary who trades his life for money, he is by no means a vicious gangster.
It's just that these days he has been doing tasks continuously, and easily got a sum of bonuses, which slowly seduced the desire in his heart, and even got out of control, and finally embarked on the road of murder.
But now, killing one is killing, and killing five is killing!
This night, Zhao San was always in an extremely excited mood, he hardly rested, he wandered around in every corner of the West City, always looking for opportunities.
At dawn, he finally killed five innocent passers-by, and 10,000 gold coins arrived on time.
"Haha, haha!" Zhao San laughed wildly while holding the money, his brain was a little paralyzed, and he no longer felt the guilt of killing people.
He was just blinded by this easy way of making money. As long as he can make money, he can do whatever he wants.
Ding!
The ball opens, and the next task is a chain task.
Reward: After perfectly completing the next five tasks, you will get a second-rank lower-level Quen Yuan Pill.
Zhao San was stunned, the second-grade Quenching Yuan Pill! That is a treasure that can temper the meridians of a warrior. If he can obtain such a elixir, maybe his realm can be improved a little bit.
If he advances to the Ninth Heavenly Level, then his weight in the mercenary team will be greatly increased!
Immediately afterwards, the first task appeared.
"Within five hours, kill a martial artist with at least the innate triple realm."
"Warrior..." Zhao San was taken aback. Previously, he just killed ordinary people, but this time his mission is to kill warriors!
But, it’s all about the third level of innateness, and I am the eighth level of innateness, so I’m still afraid
After a thrilling ambush, Zhao San was terrified but very relaxed, and sneaked up on a triple innate warrior.
Chain mission, the second mission appears.
"Within five hours, kill a martial artist who has at least the innate fifth level realm."
This task was safe and sound, and Zhao San successfully completed it.
Chain mission, the third mission appears.
"Within five hours, kill a martial artist who has at least the seventh level of innate realm."
Zhao Sanyi gritted his teeth and did it for the second grade Quenyuan Pill!
Before evening, he waited a long time for a drunk with the seventh level of birth, and when he got the right opportunity, he took the opportunity to kill him.
Chain mission, the fourth mission appears.
"Within ten hours, kill a warrior who has at least the eighth level of congenital realm."
This time, Zhao San failed in this mission. His strength is really not that subtle. It was because an innate eighth-level martial artist retreated with serious injuries after fighting.
Ding! The ball rang: "Mission failed, punishment: death."
"I... I don't play anymore, don't kill me, don't kill me, I will give you all the money in exchange."
Zhao San was frightened. He yelled at the ball in horror, but there was no response.
Zhao San fled, flying in the cool night wind, but a black shadow suddenly jumped down from the building in midair.
The shadow raised the knife and took away Zhao San's head.
After the shadow landed, there was a crisp "ding" sound from his body.
The figure opened the ball, and there were four words on it: mission completed.