Something’s Wrong with This Game — I Became a God by Mining!

Yang Ling's Agility was far higher than Martial Monk Jue Ming's, having long since produced the effect of a Qualitative Transformation.

In his eyes, Martial Monk Jue Ming's movements were as slow as a snail's.

It was akin to an adult fighting a seventy-year-old grandmother.

The only difference was, if he were actually hit by this grandmother, he'd probably cough up blood.

The monk staff swept past Yang Ling's face from time to time, the fierce wind it carried ruffling his bangs.

Over a hundred moves had been exchanged.

Martial Monk Jue Ming hadn't managed to hit Yang Ling even once.

His Vital Qi was slowly declining, and his heart was filled with both rage and shock.

In the eyes of ordinary players, the exchange between the two didn't seem to show much of a significant difference.

But Wu Xiaochen and the others were different.

They were Martial Artists!

In their eyes, Yang Ling's speed had already reached an inhuman level!

That's about enough, Yang Ling suddenly closed the distance, unleashing Boulder Crushing Fist, punching Martial Monk Jue Ming's bald head again and again.

From time to time, he used Twelve Paths Vajra Legs to kick his buttocks a few times.

At this moment, his speed increased yet another notch!

It was like toying with a rooster or a dog, Martial Monk Jue Ming was left only with the part of getting beaten, repeatedly trying to fight back but unable to hit Yang Ling.

Gradually, Martial Monk Jue Ming felt dizzy and lightheaded, his shiny bald head now sporting many small bumps!

Dozens of moves later, Martial Monk Jue Ming suddenly stopped moving, swaying unsteadily like a drunkard.

He barely managed to grip his monk staff to guard in front of him, staring fixedly at Yang Ling.

"You... are you a Seventh-Rank?"

His voice was hoarse.

No matter how dull he was, he had realized the other party wasn't the rumored Eighth-Rank, but a Seventh-Rank!

His strength was much greater than his own!

The martial monks from Bitter Awareness Temple exchanged glances, each seeing a trace of shock and terror in the other's eyes.

Especially that player, whose face was now deathly pale, legs trembling.

His eyes darted around, seemingly searching for an escape route.

But the area had long been packed full, where was there a path for him to run?

Yang Ling smiled, his figure disappearing from the spot once more.

Again!? Martial Monk Jue Ming was slightly startled.

A dozen or so moves later, his staff was knocked flying.

Without his staff, his high Strength attribute wasn't much of a threat anymore.

Yang Ling also had Vajra Indestructible Body, so he wasn't afraid of Martial Monk Jue Ming at all.

Thus, his movements also became more open and unrestrained.

Utilizing his Agility advantage, he attacked head-on.

Fists, legs, even creating afterimages.

Blow after blow landed on Martial Monk Jue Ming's face.

Martial Monk Jue Ming was beaten back step by step, his hands even beginning to flail wildly and chaotically, trying to block.

Every attempt was easily brushed aside by Yang Ling.

Wu Xiaochen and the others were dumbstruck.

It was only now they realized Martial Monk Jue Ming was being completely crushed by Yang Ling!

The other party had never had the slightest chance of winning from the very beginning!

Martial Monk Jue Ming kept retreating, and the crowd also kept retreating.

Only after beating him back over a hundred meters did Yang Ling finally stop.

Martial Monk Jue Ming still stood in place, yelling "ah ah," his hands constantly waving as if blocking the air.

The martial monks he brought looked deathly pale, standing silently in place, faces full of guilt.

"What's all the yelling about? Slaughtering a pig?"

Yang Ling said coldly.

A few breaths later, Martial Monk Jue Ming slowly lowered his hands, looking at Yang Ling with shock and doubt.

His appearance was already completely different from before, beaten into a pig's head.

His eyes were swollen like eggs, leaving only a slit.

"I now suspect you are a Rong tribe spy. Come with me to the Prefectural Capital."

Yang Ling said calmly, "Will you walk by yourself, or shall I break both your legs and drag you there?"

"You're slandering me!"

Martial Monk Jue Ming was both shocked and furious.

At this moment, he deeply regretted why he had come here.

"Your timing is too coincidental. The Giant Spirit Sect Leader was just captured by us, and you come here to cause trouble for me. You say you're not a Rong tribe spy?"

Yang Ling laughed.

"What!? The Giant Spirit Sect Leader!? In Changhe Prefectural Capital!? Captured by you!?"

Martial Monk Jue Ming suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

In a flash of insight, he seemed to think of something and hurriedly said,

"Yang Ling, this might be a misunderstanding. With your cultivation level, what possible connection could Hui Wu have with you!?

It must be a misunderstanding!"

"This time, capturing the Giant Spirit Sect Leader was an operation I and Second Division, Public Security Department Director Yun Ruo of the Ironclad Department took the lead in."

"The Rong tribe spies must hate me to death, and I knew I'd face some retaliation. I just didn't expect the retaliation to come from Bitter Awareness Temple."

"That makes sense too. Giant Spirit Sect Leader He Dongfeng is an elder of the Mining Guild. Behind the Mining Guild is Arhat Temple. Your Bitter Awareness Temple is also a lackey of Arhat Temple."

Every sentence Yang Ling spoke was like a guillotine blade, chopping down hard on Martial Monk Jue Ming.

For a fleeting moment, it seemed even he himself believed he was a Rong tribe spy.

After all, the timing of his visit was truly suspicious.

He kept sucking in cold breaths, his face pale.

"I truly didn't know about this. If I had known, I would never have come looking for you!"

After speaking, he looked at that martial monk disciple, furious beyond measure.

"Were you trying to harm me!?"

"No, it's not, it was..."

That player stammered, sweating profusely.

"Both he and you need to take a trip to the Ironclad Department."

Yang Ling said calmly, "Whether you are Rong tribe spies or not, the Ironclad Department will make its own judgment."

"Yang Ling, I'm not a spy. Actually, I'm a player! I'm a player!"

The player hurriedly said.

He was a player!?

The players present suddenly understood. They were now certain Hui Wu must have tried to loot Yang Ling's equipment and got killed instead!

"What player? Nonsense."

Yang Ling knocked him out with a slap, then picked him up like a dead dog, looking at Martial Monk Jue Ming.

"Let's go, to Changhe Prefectural Capital."

"I can compensate. You said before that compensation would let me leave."

Martial Monk Jue Ming hurriedly said, but then noticed a faint flicker of killing intent in Yang Ling's eyes. He immediately didn't dare say more.

"I'll go with you."

Going to the Ironclad Department still offered a chance to live. He was truly afraid the other party would kill him on the spot.

At such a critical juncture, even Bitter Awareness Temple might not be able to cover for him.

"You all... come along too. I'm afraid you might also be Rong tribe spies."

Yang Ling looked at the remaining martial monk disciples and smiled.

The expressions of these martial monk disciples grew even paler, yet they didn't dare refute.

"Old Wu, I might be away for a while this time. Watch over the Vermilion Gold Mine while I'm gone."

"If anyone causes trouble, go to Green Mountain City and ask Guo Qing to dispatch some Constables."

"This is the Zhao State's domain. If there really are Rong tribe spies secretly inciting trouble, they should be executed without mercy."

As Yang Ling spoke, his gaze swept over the surroundings.

Whether it was the local miners here or the players, none dared meet Yang Ling's eyes.

Their expressions grew slightly stern, silently warning themselves not to make a mistake.

Otherwise, something big would really happen!

"Brother Yang, rest assured. Nothing will happen to this Vermilion Gold Mine. At worst, I'll go to the Mountain and River Sect and invite a few more senior and junior brothers to keep watch."

Wu Xiaochen said with a cupped fist and a smile.

Not long after, thousands of pairs of eyes watched in unison as the bedraggled figures of Martial Monk Jue Ming and the others gradually faded into the distance.

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