Abundant Martial Arts Virtue

A magnificent and grand architecture floated in the cosmos.

Suddenly.

A piercing alarm blared, penetrating the Void and alarming everyone who was monitoring the Pilgrimage.

In a spacious monitoring room as vast as a plaza.

Seven or eight uniformed men rushed into the room, shouting in deep voices:

"What's going on? Why has such an ancient alarm been triggered?"

"M-masters!"

The person in charge of monitoring, drenched in cold sweat, stammered, "It's a guy who's back on the battlefield."

"This is sheer nonsense!" someone rebuked. "Alarms don't go off for a single combatant. What on earth did he do?"

"He—he didn't do anything, masters, please look."

The person in charge pointed, and all the battle scenes on countless screens disappeared.

Soon after.

A long-haired boy in a white robe appeared on every screen.

He was sprinting in one direction.

The monitoring room fell silent for a moment before the men addressed as "masters" couldn't help exclaiming:

"It's actually this super troublesome guy!"

"He's not dead?"

"No wonder the alarm was triggered."

"But how is it possible, back then 128 contestants set a trap, ambushing and besieging—he was surely dead!"

Suddenly, a voice overshadowed everyone else.

"Silence!"

Everyone looked over, quickly stood up, greeted, and said in unison:

"Greetings, Order Keeper Master."

A bizarre man wearing a battle robe, floating in mid-air at the door, said in a deep voice:

"Get to your positions, prepare the world for the upcoming battle—do not let the Pilgrimage lack even a battlefield."

"As for him—"

The bizarre man stared at the boy on the screen, but the boy seemed to wink at him.

"Do not send anyone to observe his combat up close."

"Use remote surveillance only."

"But Master," one subordinate dared to say, "if we don't get closer, we won't be able to see the entire battle process."

The bizarre man's face showed a trace of helplessness, shaking his head:

"I'm trying to ensure your survival, and—"

"Even if you see his fight, you won't be able to tell what's real or fake."

As his voice fell.

An electronic voice sounded:

"The long-missing combatant 'Liu Ping' has rejoined the battle, currently advancing towards the Frostwind Mountain Range, heading towards the location of the four members of the 'Dragon Slayer Team.'"

"10 seconds until engagement!"

Frostwind Mountain Range.

The boy named Liu Ping passed through forests and mountains, landing on a rock in front of a campsite.

The four people in the camp instantly sensed something, all rushing forward with attack stances.

"Liu Ping!"

One person exclaimed.

Among the other three, one immediately crushed a certain treasure, teleporting away directly.

The other two rushed into the sky, flying away in two different directions with all their might.

Only one person was left in place.

He was trembling all over, staring at Liu Ping, raising his hand as if to attack, but finally adopted a defensive stance.

Liu Ping propped his chin with his hand, sitting on the rock, tilted his head, and lazily said:

"Back when you ganged up on me, I remember your voice was quite loud. How come you look like this now?"

"Damn, how can you still be alive?" the man said through gritted teeth.

"Tsk, you're still such a coward—have you learned any new moves recently?" Liu Ping asked curiously.

The man seemed to recall something, falling into a hysterical state, shouting:

"You want to learn my skills again! No! I'll never show them to you!"

"So stingy, I just wanted a look—forget it, let's stop reminiscing and make a bet," Liu Ping said.

"What bet?" the man asked warily.

"I'll sit on this rock, you attack me—if you can make the orchid on top of my head move, I'll count as losing, and today I'll spare your life, won't seek revenge for now," Liu Ping said.

"Deal?"

"Deal."

"Hmph, after all these years, you're still so arrogant, but unfortunately, I'm no longer who I used to be!"

The man shouted, his figure moving, instantly splitting into several afterimages.

The afterimages in mid-air turned into severed limbs, scattering like a bloody rain on the ground.

Liu Ping remained sitting on the rock, propping his chin.

At the spot where the man stood, another Liu Ping appeared casually, waving a long knife to fling the blood off the blade.

"Fool, after all these years, you still can't see through the simplest illusions, and you dare to stay and fight me."

He spoke casually, turning to glance back.

In an instant.

The blood and limbs on the ground vanished.

He too disappeared.

The next second.

The sky flashed.

A swiftly shooting figure directly crashed down, creating a deep pit on the ground.

After several breaths.

The person climbed out of the pit, looked around, and despairingly howled:

"Liu Ping, what else can you do besides deceiving!"

Indeed.

He was one of the three who fled earlier.

Even after sprinting with all his might for quite a while, he didn't escape but came flying back foolishly, crashing straight into the ground.

Before he could finish speaking.

His head flew up, and the body fell down.

An instant.

His corpse vanished too.

Another afterimage flew back, stopping just as it hit the ground.

The third person!

This person realized, scrambled to the giant rock where Liu Ping was sitting, and cried out loudly:

"Spare me, Liu Ping, I really didn't want to kill you, they forced me to do it."