He was stunned for a long time, but he still found it unbelievable.
He lowered his head and looked at his muddy hands. He could not believe that a martial artist in Gate Realm had died in his hands for no reason.
His opponent was in Gate Realm.
Once his qi exceeded 40 points and he activated his realm, the damage, defense, and speed of his martial arts would increase by 10%.
And he was just a newbie who had just learned Shaolin's Long Fist a few days ago.
"Killed Tomb Robber 'Third'. Obtained 10 Chivalry Points!"
"Killed a martial artist in Gate Realm. Obtained fifty World of Martial Arts Reputation Points!
"Battle Danger Assessment: Class A. You have gained a deeper understanding toward the flexible usage of Shaolin's Long Fist. Your realm has increased from the ninth realm to the tenth realm!"
The continuous notifications from the system finally snapped Happy out of his daze.
However, what caught Happy's attention and excitement were not the Chivalry Points or World of Martial Arts Reputation Points. The former could be obtained by killing evil people who were harmful to society. The latter might be a little more difficult, but it was not very useful at the moment.
But the battle danger assessment just now!
Once the battle ended, the system's acknowledgement of it made Happy incredibly happy.
This was one of the great characteristics of World of Martial Arts. When the enemy was clearly stronger than the player, the player would evaluate the level of danger based on the difference in strength between the two sides. The lowest level would be Level E, and the lowest level would be Level D. The lowest level would be Level D. The lowest level would be Level C, and the lowest level would be Level B. The highest level of danger would be Level B, and the lowest level would be Level S.
The system might not make a judgment after the battle was assessed!
Unless both sides fought to the death and one of them died, only then would the notification appear.
If the disadvantaged party won and killed their enemy, it would be the same as them achieving a breakthrough. The system acknowledged them, and they would receive some unexpected rewards.
The higher the danger assessment, the higher the rewards!
Class A!
The system's assessment of the tomb robber was that he could not win, which was very normal. One side was a martial artist in Gate Realm who killed without batting an eyelid, and the other was a newbie who did not even have lightness skills. There was indeed a great disparity between them! And Happy had used quite a lot of brainpower for that unexpected kick. At the same time, he also received the system's acknowledgement.
Shaolin's Long Fist had reached Level 90.
He only needed to reach Level 9.99 before he could complete his quest and enter Grandmaster Realm.
Happy threw a few casual punches in high spirits. His attacks were swift and clean, and they brought with them the sound of air being torn. The ground two feet away from him swayed slightly.
Awesome!
He was only one level away from the Transcendent Grandmaster realm!
His qi had also increased from its original value of 2.27 to 4.57 due to the increase in his qi realm. Any low-tier martial art that enters the ninth realm at Level 80 will automatically increase one qi point. Qi cultivation techniques can slowly increase qi, and the time spent in World of Martial Arts in a day will not exceed 0.15.
What a pleasant surprise.
Just when he was feeling incredibly excited, he did not forget the other benefit of killing a Gate Realm martial artist.
"You can search the corpse of the grave robber 'Third Brother' and retrieve his belongings …"
Another notification popped up.
He quickly moved to the side of Tomb Robber Third's corpse. Even though World of Martial Arts was a virtual reality, there were still some limitations to it. There would not be scenes that were gory and unbearable.
The corpse's face and wounds were blurry.
He groped around Third's body for a while before he brought out a small black cloth bag. His eyes could not help but light up.
Cosmos Bag.
It was a unique storage tool produced by the Heaven's Secret Valley. It could expand and contract freely, and it could hold many things. It was very convenient to store weapons, elixirs, and so on. Usually, when a newcomer reached a certain level or completed a certain mission, they would be given a Qiankun Bag by their sect.
See what's inside?
Happy poured out the items inside, and when he looked at them, delight appeared on his face.
The rewards were pretty good!
There were twelve ingots of gold, a few jade pendants, a Lancet Knife Throwing Manual, thirty-six Lancet Knives, and some Jinchuang Ointments in the Universe Bag.
One hundred and twenty taels of gold was equivalent to one thousand and two hundred taels of silver crumbs. If he added in the jade pendants and jewelry that he could sell to shops, he would be able to get around that price. Happy was grinning from ear to ear. He was rich.
The Lancet Knife Throwing Manual might have come from a small sect, but to Happy, who needed a new martial art, it came at the right time. There was also the Hundred-battle Saber beside the corpse. 'Heh heh, not bad, not bad.'
Happy put away all the items in one go and pinned the Universe Bag to his waist. He searched for a while, but found nothing. Only then did the Murong Clan's butler and a group of men with extraordinary presences arrive.
"Where are the grave robbers?"
The butler looked around at the corpses strewn all over the place in the sword tomb and frowned. When he moved his gaze to Happy, his frown relaxed a little.
"Yes." Happy could tell that the group of people behind the butler had extraordinary presences and qi realms. He did not dare to be inattentive and told them everything that had happened.
As the butler listened, the shock in his eyes grew stronger.
Two groups of grave robbers had appeared in the sword tomb in one night. The first group of greedy villagers had all died, and one of the second group of martial artists had actually died in the hands of his own disciple.
The group of people from the Murong Clan who stood behind the butler had praise and incredulity appear on their faces.
One of them went forward to look at the third grave robber's palm and bones before he nodded at the butler.
"He shouldn't be weak."
"Hmph, how dare he set his sights on the Murong Clan? He deserved to die!"
At the same time the butler flew into a rage, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.
He said to Happy, "You did well. Once we return to the mansion, I will tell the lady about this and have her personally reward you!"
"This is what I should do."
Happy might have sounded humble, but in his heart, he was incredibly delighted.
This time, he should have completed the quest above his quota, so the reward should not be too shabby.
'This feels great!'
The butler gave a few more orders and memorized the faces of the other two grave robbers. Then, he brought the people and the corpses on the ground out of the sword tomb. Happy believed that Six Doors would hang the portraits of the two grave robbers who had escaped on the four city gates the next morning.
When he returned to the mansion, Happy met the Murong Clan Lady in the backyard.
The Murong Clan Lady smiled while holding Whitey. She walked over in a very friendly manner.
"As expected, I didn't misjudge you."
"The butler has already told me that not only did you manage to protect the sword tomb, you even managed to kill a grave robber and bring glory to the Murong Clan. This also proves that my judgment was right, and the master is very pleased."
"It's all because of your teachings and cultivation, my lady."
"Alright, this is the sword technique of Wudang Sect that the butler originally wanted to reward you, Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Sword." The Murong Clan Lady handed over a brand new manual. Then, she flipped her palm, and a very simple and elegant longsword with a purple tassel appeared in her hand.
"If I have a sword technique, how can I not have a sword?! The disciples of the Murong Clan must have good swords when they practice sword techniques! And they must match the status and temperament of the Murong Clan! " She redirected her gaze to the longsword in her hand, and she said in a profound manner, "The Noble Sword belongs to my younger brother when he was young. Now, I will give it to you. I hope that you will not ruin the dignity of the Noble Sword."
Happy was lacking a good sword, and his eyes instantly lit up. He quickly thanked her and took the sword to play with it. The Murong Clan Lady smiled faintly and left without batting an eyelid.
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