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Chapter 397: Naturally, Such a Big Task Falls on the Shoulders of You Youngsters
Chapter 397: Naturally, Such a Big Task Falls on the Shoulders of You Youngsters
"Senior Brother, we actually made it in?" An incredulous voice echoed through the darkness.
"The Martial Alliance paid a great price to get us in here. We must find the body of the Supreme Martial Artist as quickly as possible. If we can uncover its secrets, we can make the Elders' Council pay the price," another voice said with a hint of resentment.
"But, can we really win? The Umbrella Corporation—"
"Don't mention those bastards. Once we break through the Federation and restore the glory of the Martial Arts Era, we will definitely abolish all these so-called technologies. Technology is just an external tool," the Senior Brother interrupted his Junior Brother, his voice tinged with irritability.
Now, all the hopes of the Martial Alliance rested on the body of this Supreme Martial Artist. There could be no mistakes, whether it was real or fake; they had to get it first.
Hearing his Senior Brother's words, the Junior Brother fell silent. As a Martial Artist, he hadn't participated in the great battle when he was young, but he had witnessed the fall of the Secret Martial Base. The overwhelming military power was something that Martial Artists could not resist.
It took decades, even a century, to cultivate a True Martial Segment Martial Artist, yet a single grenade could end everything in an instant. More importantly, the production of such a grenade took only a few minutes.
From the beginning, they had no chance of winning.
Those military weapons were indeed external tools to the Martial Artists, and even today, they still looked down on them. However, their disdain did not mean that these weapons could not harm them.
Thus, these die-hard traditionalists clung to their past glory like rats in a sewer, dreaming of restoring their former glory one day.
However, the Junior Brother said nothing. He was one of them, having enjoyed the resources and protection of the Martial Alliance. Outsiders could criticize and curse, but he could not. They, the Martial Artists under the Martial Alliance's protection, could not act that way.
The two walked through the Elders' Council's treasure vault without turning on any lights. As opponents of technology, they stubbornly believed that not turning on the lights would prevent them from being detected.
But they did not know about infrared cameras, which could see even in the dark.
These old relics were isolated from the world, not even understanding television, let alone higher technology.
Thus, they did not realize that they had already been discovered by the Elders' Council, which was waiting to capture them all at once.
Capturing just two of them was meaningless; the goal was to eliminate the remnants of the Martial Alliance and remove any lingering threats.
"According to the intelligence, it should be here," the Senior Brother said, breathing a sigh of relief. At least the intelligence was correct.
Following the detailed information they had obtained from somewhere, the two worked together to open the warehouse.
The moment they opened it, their expressions stiffened. The terrifying aura that rushed out pressed down on them, making it hard to breathe.
"Whew~ No wonder the Elders' Council kept this in the deepest part. If we were to obtain the legacy of this predecessor, the situation would completely turn around," the Senior Brother said, drawing a sharp breath.
"This predecessor has been dead for thirteen years, yet the body still emits such a terrifying Martial Will. How strong must they have been in life? No wonder they were called invincible," the Junior Brother said, his face filled with shock. He had thought the Martial Alliance was exaggerating, but now he realized that it was not an exaggeration but an underestimation.
Such a terrifying pressure made it impossible for them to even approach the body, let alone take it away.
Just standing in front of it, they could barely move, and their voices trembled as they spoke.
"Senior Brother, what do we do now?" the Junior Brother asked bitterly. They had indeed found their target, but they couldn't take it, which was frustrating.
Moreover, with such a powerful aura, even the few True Martial Segment Elders in the Martial Alliance would not be able to approach it. This task was simply impossible.
Even if they managed to get it, the Martial Alliance's current location could not withstand the terrifying aura, and the entire alliance might be crushed.
This body of the Supreme Martial Artist emitted such a powerful aura that they suspected even steel would be crushed to powder. True Martial Segment Martial Artists might have bodies as hard as steel, but they were not.
"We'll have to think of another way," the Senior Brother said with reluctance. What else could they do? If they could exchange their lives for the body of this Supreme Martial Artist to be returned to the Martial Alliance, they would have done it without hesitation. However, they couldn't. If they died, it would be in vain. The priority was to get this message back to the Martial Alliance.
"Let's leave here first. We don't want to be discovered by these government lackeys," the Senior Brother said, leading his Junior Brother out of the warehouse. The suffocating aura that had been pressing down on them eased considerably.
"Senior Brother, I just saw the body move," the Junior Brother suddenly spoke up.
"What? You must be seeing things. This predecessor has been deceased for thirteen years; how could they move?" The Senior Brother was taken aback by this.
"No, I definitely didn't see things. It definitely moved just now," the Junior Brother insisted. As a Martial Artist, he would only see things if he encountered someone of his own level or far superior.
In the Secret Martial Base, there were specific techniques to train one's eyesight. Without sharp eyesight, how could one defend against an enemy's attacks or find their weaknesses?
The Senior Brother's expression grew serious, and he decisively said, "Please, come out, predecessor. Now that Martial Arts have declined, our mountains and rivers are occupied by ordinary people. How can we be content with this?"
"Ah, I don't deal with such matters," a slightly hoarse voice replied.
Both of them were taken aback by this response. The Senior Brother had only meant to try, but he hadn't expected the body to actually be alive. This made the situation even more bizarre.
"Predecessor, you are a Martial Artist. Now—"
"It's just that you think I'm a Martial Artist. In reality, I'm not a Martial Artist at all. Besides, this body of mine has changed hands several times. The Martial Artists never treated me as a predecessor. If they had, they would have buried me long ago," Qin Muye slowly got up and stretched.
This action not only frightened the two Martial Artists but also the Elders' Council, who had been watching from the shadows. They hadn't expected this old monster to be alive.
To Qin Muye, whether it was the Secret Spirit Masters, Martial Artists, or the Federation, none of them were good people. They spoke respectfully, but if they truly respected him, they would have buried him instead of tormenting him.
If anyone or any group had buried him, Qin Muye would have ensured their safety. Unfortunately, no one had.
For them, this was the body of a Supreme Martial Artist, a treasure of the highest caliber. Burying it would be a waste. Even if they couldn't study it, keeping it as a collection was better, as it could serve as a foundation.
Qin Muye's words left the two Martial Artists speechless, but the Senior Brother, despite his reservations, said, "Predecessor, the Secret Martial Base is in grave danger. We hope you can set aside your grievances and join us to fight against the Federation, to uphold justice and save the world."
He used a series of righteous appeals, employing moral coercion with considerable skill.
Unfortunately, he was facing Qin Muye. The premise of moral coercion is that the person must have a sense of morality, and while Qin Muye did, his sense of morality was just a bit more flexible.
"Young man, don't advise others to do good without experiencing their hardships. Matters of saving the world and upholding justice are too heavy for an old man like me. Only young talents like you can accomplish such tasks," Qin Muye replied, feeding him a dose of toxic positivity.
"Alright, I have things to do, so I won't delay your grand mission. I'll take my leave first."
Before the other could speak again, Qin Muye's figure had already vanished.
Then, the lights flickered on, and the sound of rapid but orderly footsteps approached from a distance.
Seeing this, the two Martial Artists forgot about Qin Muye. They knew they had been discovered and needed to think about their own survival. Otherwise, death would be the easiest outcome for them.
The Federation would definitely try to capture them alive, not only for the Martial Alliance but also because of the sudden revival of this Supreme Martial Artist. After all, in the thirteen years since the body had changed hands multiple times, nothing like this had happened. The Federation would suspect that they had come to revive him intentionally.
Even if that wasn't the case, they would still face torture and interrogation. After all, they were Martial Artists, an organization opposing the Federation.
(End of Chapter)
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