High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late-Chapter 35: War Order Points Break Ten Thousand, Blood Control Secret Technique

Chapter 35: Chapter 35: War Order Points Break Ten Thousand, Blood Control Secret Technique
Ah?!
What do you mean by saying Fifth Level Alien Races won’t appear again?!!!
Little One was momentarily stunned upon hearing this.
Could it be that Uncle Wolf killed that creature...
But is that possible?
Can a Third Level Martial Artist kill a Fifth Level Alien Race, something even the Celestial Prides of Capital Saint Martial University can’t do?
"Over there is the Poisonous Miasma Mountain Range, that guy was poisoned to death. Stay away from me for now, and take an Antitoxic Pill, lest you get the miasma poison from me."
"Huh? The Fifth Level Alien Race was poisoned to death... just like that?"
Little One’s first reaction was disbelief. After all, this was a Fifth Level Alien Race, the strongest guardian of this battlefield usually, able to rank among the top even in the entire Shenjiang City.
Did it really die that simply?
But when she looked up, Uncle Wolf didn’t seem to be joking.
Phew!
Fortunately, Uncle Wolf didn’t say he directly killed that Fifth Level Alien Race, otherwise Little One felt her little heart might not withstand such a shock.
And the reason Uncle Wolf just stopped her was to protect her, a hint of hidden joy surged in Little One’s heart.
"Why are you grinning foolishly? Let’s go."
"Ah, okay."
...
Under the night sky, Zhou Yuan’s Qi and blood were about to be exhausted. He had just finished the elixir not long ago, and a strong tide of fatigue rushed over him. He could have tossed away the War Order in his hand and fled for his life.
But Su Mu saved his life.
The Bloodline Alien Race was suffocating him, his uncle had also died in battle, and he had already long reconciled with the idea of death, considering this life a debt repaid to Su Mu.
Stumbling, Zhou Yuan fell to the ground.
The footsteps behind him were approaching, the scene felt familiar.
But this time, there would be no one else coming to save him. Su Mu probably had gone down before him, he truly couldn’t think of how a Third Level Martial Artist could escape a Fifth Level Alien Race.
Zhou Yuan gently closed his eyes, his consciousness in a daze, he even began hearing things.
He couldn’t help but smile bitterly.
At his dying moment, he actually heard the wailing of alien races?
In the darkness, a cold gleam flickered, the alien’s face was full of terror, in their understanding, Yida had already intervened, there was absolutely no way to survive on the other side.
Now humans appeared here, could it be Yida is dead?
But... how could this be?
In a panic, Su Mu unhesitatingly chopped off a head. In fact, he had been secretly following for some time, and after confirming these alien races were only of Third Level, he chose the right moment to act.
By the time the alien races wanted to resist, it was too late.
Moreover, Su Mu was no longer the same Su Mu as before, now he had stepped into the realm of a Fourth Level Martial Artist, the first bridge had opened in his heart, allowing the heart to conduct a more efficient internal circulation of Qi and blood during combat.
With his Minor Success in Breathing Technique, Power Talent, and overall fifty percent combat power increase, Su Mu, who surpassed by one Great Realm, made killing these Third Level Alien Races exceedingly easy.
One slash per person, a knife deletes a head.
Soon only Su Mu was left standing on the field, alongside Little One who was running over not far away.
Not having obtained his release, Zhou Yuan hesitated to open his eyes, Su Mu extended his hand to him, further convincing Zhou Yuan that he was hallucinating.
Was all this a sweet fantasy before death?
"Zhou Yuan, do you like lying down?" Until Little One appeared before him too, Zhou Yuan trembled all over, speechless from excitement.
A thousand words turned into two.
"Holy shit!"
Zhou Yuan was pulled to his feet, Little One diligently used the War Order to collect the points of the dead alien races, for five Third Level Alien Races, 4500 points were gathered.
Su Mu’s Battlefield Points instantly broke through the ten thousand mark, reaching 10500, leaving Zhou Yuan dumbfounded. He had been in the battlefield for almost half a year, yet his War Order had just slightly over two thousand points, even that with good luck.
While Su Mu reached ten thousand in just a few days, sometimes people cannot be compared.
At this moment, Zhou Yuan didn’t even know about the Fifth Level Alien Race dead in the Poisonous Miasma Mountain Range, if accounted for, Su Mu’s points on the War Order should triple, directly reaching a terrifying thirty thousand points.
"Drop these War Orders."
"Uncle Wolf, are you just going to throw away all your ten thousand points? I heard one battlefield point is roughly worth several low-grade Spirit Stones, that’s tens of thousands of Spirit Stones, and they can also be exchanged at the Martial Arts Association or Martial Arts University for precious Martial Arts Classics!" Little One blurted out.
"Drop them."
At once, Zhou Yuan and Little One both respected Su Mu solemnly, at this moment Zhou Yuan was in awe of Su Mu.
The three of them resumed in place for a moment, soon leaving.
By dawn the next day, the group had smoothly arrived at Yellow Sand Canyon, the three stood atop a high giant rock overlooking afar.
"That’s the location of the main base, look quickly, that’s the space channel, Su Mu, you guessed right, the alien races indeed dare not linger around the main base too long." Zhou Yuan was exceptionally excited.
After several brushes with death, he finally saw the dawn of victory in making it out alive, who wouldn’t be excited, who really wants to die if they can live!
...
"Hmph, even Yida the waste died, I had said I would personally act, this is your responsibility!" Nanu coldly snorted, immediately challenging.
Yuliss was silent for a few seconds.
"I will take responsibility for Yida’s death, that item isn’t in this battlefield, let’s retreat."
"That waste died as he did, but you mean to have me just retreat like this? Are you trying to humiliate me, Ray Nanu?" Nanu roared out.
"There’s a fourth Fifth Level Martial Artist existing on the Human Race’s side, which contradicts the information we received, our mission here is complete, there’s no need to make an unnecessary detour." Finishing, Yuliss took out a dark red token.
Nanu saw the token and clenched his fist tightly, producing a creaking sound, before finally speaking with ridicule, "Roy Clan’s genius? Not much, you’re just a waste in my eyes."
Killing intent flashed through Yuliss’s heart, she finally commanded, "Everyone, listen to the order, retreat to the space channel, then exit the battlefield."
...
In the realm of life and death, there is great creation.
Since Su Mu killed the Fifth Level Alien Race in the Poisonous Miasma Mountain Range, he had been contemplating the matter of that layer of Qi and blood membrane.
Thus, a conjecture formed in his mind.
The Nameless Breathing Technique Professor Wang gave him, after reaching Minor Success, contained a Secret Technique, named Blood Control Technique, which Su Mu couldn’t initially grasp entry of.
"Perhaps the principle of the Blood Control Technique shares similarities with that Qi and blood membrane!"
"If so, my initial direction of comprehension was incorrect, the Blood Control Technique isn’t to be applied internally, but externally..."
Upon realizing this point, with a clear idea, Su Mu felt like the fog had lifted, revealing a clear sky, suddenly enlightening.
Stepping into the realm of a Fourth Level Martial Artist, with a new, more efficient complete Qi and blood circulation, plus currently an overall fifty percent boost from his superpower.
This boost also included Qi and blood, therefore Su Mu’s control over Qi and blood ascended a level, and he immediately began his attempts.
After failing the first time, Su Mu did not become upset but rather delighted, as he sensed this time his thinking was correct.
Time passed, towards dusk.
A peculiar fluctuation of Qi and blood radiated from Su Mu.
Zhou Yuan, who was on lookout rotation, glanced over, rubbing his eyes the next second, thinking he must be hallucinating!
Then, opening his eyes again, his expression froze, as if he’d seen a ghost.
Su Mu’s palm had a small patch of Qi and blood, extremely thin, seemingly ready to break upon contact, circulating, though extremely unstable, yet existing for real.
"Qi Blood Membrane, this is Qi Blood Emission!"
"But... isn’t Qi Blood Emission a skill only Fifth Level Martial Artists can master?"
"This ability not only heavily consumes Qi and blood but also demands high coagulation of Qi and blood, how on earth did Su Mu achieve this?"
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