High Martial Arts: I Awaken a Low-Tier Martial System Chapter 762 - 391: Myriad Phenomena Ice Essence Fruit

[Name: Jiang Ye]

[Huanglong Merit: 20500]

"Merit points have surged by more than five thousand?" Jiang Ye stared in shock.

Remember, just before, slaying a mid-period Eight Breaks savage native had only earned him fifty merit points.

Yet now?

Eliminating Hongfang and his group had actually rewarded him with over five thousand points!

Jiang Ye wasn’t the only one surprised.

"Check it out, my merit points rose by more than five hundred!"

"I got over a thousand points!"

"Hahaha, we hit the jackpot." Zi Yaozhi and Mo Xin were just as thrilled.

Even though they hadn’t claimed many kills themselves, contributing to the fight ensured they received Huanglong Merit later on.

That’s precisely why so many opt to team up with a strong group.

Once the team overcomes the foes, everyone in the squad reaps the rewards.

"Looks like."

"Taking down powerhouses from the Alien Race Civilization yields far greater profits than natives," Jiang Ye concluded: "The merit rewards differ by a hundredfold."

"Moreover."

"These secondary civilization powerhouses carry plenty of treasures." Jiang Ye concentrated his thoughts, appearing amid the ruins to gather the items dropped by Hongfang and his crew.

The earth-yellow armor grabbed Jiang Ye’s focus the most.

Divine Level Armor!

Upon contact, Jiang Ye sensed a dense, sturdy fluctuation, like grasping not mere armor but the earth’s very heart, brimming with boundless heaviness.

"Indeed divine-level," a wave of excitement filled Jiang Ye’s chest.

He recognized this aura well.

Such profound pulses only came from divine-level treasures, their true power impossible to fathom.

"Buzz~" Jiang Ye infused Star Energy into the armor.

With Hongfang gone, the item was ownerless, allowing Jiang Ye to refine it in a flash.

Whoosh!

The divine-level armor erupted in an earth-yellow glow, then swiftly merged into Jiang Ye’s form, becoming a supple inner armor that hugged his body perfectly.

At once, an unseen barrier enveloped Jiang Ye.

"Protected by this armor, not even an Eight Breaks powerhouse can pierce my defenses," Jiang Ye mused: "Too bad it only guards the torso, leaving head and limbs exposed."

Hongfang had fallen instantly from the Ashen Law striking his head.

Without that blow, Jiang Ye couldn’t have felled him so swiftly.

"Huh?"

"Even more divine-level treasures?" Jiang Ye inspected Hongfang’s storage treasure, his gaze igniting.

Within lay three artifacts radiating grand auras—all divine-level!

"Divine Escape Talisman?" Jiang Ye’s sharp vision identified the trio instantly.

The Divine Escape Talisman serves as a supreme lifesaving escape tool.

Activation lets it bypass spatial barriers, teleporting the user a thousand miles in an instant.

Earlier, Hongfang had used one to shatter Jiang Ye’s Holy Domain restraint, almost fleeing to safety.

"Hongfang was merely a Talent’s follower, yet possessed so many divine-level treasures?"

"What about Mo Wushuang—surely he carries even greater riches?" Jiang Ye’s eyes flashed, a weight settling in his heart.

These Talents boast immense personal strength.

Crucially, each Talent is often a God’s direct disciple, never lacking in treasures.

Zi Yaozhi, for example, might struggle to produce two divine-level items.

But for a Talent, ten or twenty is no big deal.

"Just how mighty is Mo Wushuang’s real power?" Jiang Ye pondered deeply.

A foreboding sense gripped him.

This Mo Wushuang could become his greatest foe ahead.

Slaying Hongfang had forged their grudge, and with camps opposed, their clash would be fatal.

The sole relief?

The Star Domain Battlefield spans immense territory, so encounters might be delayed.

"Brother Wang!"

As Jiang Ye reflected, Zi Yaozhi and the rest approached flying.

"Killing these guys—won’t Mo Wushuang seek revenge?" Zi Yaozhi voiced gravely, grasping the peril.

Mo Xin and others wore anxious expressions too.

Drawing a Talent’s ire? Dire straits indeed.

Despite Jiang Ye’s prowess, it fell short against a Talent.

"If I’d let them live, would Mo Wushuang befriend us?" Jiang Ye responded steadily: "As a Cangxu Civilization Talent, meeting us means mutual destruction anyway."

"Or else."

"Did you truly believe he’d let you off?" Jiang Ye shook his head.

He knew the thoughts lingering in some teammates’ minds.

Mo Wushuang had claimed that sparing Hongfang today would earn Jiang Ye’s team mercy later.

From their own side, such vows might hold weight.

But Mo Wushuang hailed from the foe’s ranks!

And this was a battlefield!!

Enemies clashing on the field—mercy? Only death awaits.

Thus, Jiang Ye never trusted Mo Wushuang’s ploy from the start.

Those words aimed to erode the team’s unity; falling for them meant disaster.

"The captain’s correct."

"We didn’t think it through."

"No sparing enemies, right?" Mo Xin and the group awoke, voicing agreement.

Right then, Zhao Zishuang—garbed in tattered attire, pale traces marring her fair skin—advanced abruptly.

"Jiang Ye."

"...I’m sorry." Embarrassment colored her aloof, beautiful features as she murmured: "I’ve brought you trouble."

She knew full well.

Without rescuing her, Jiang Ye likely wouldn’t have drawn such mighty adversaries.