Talented Martial Hero

Chapter 146 Changing A Disciple (Part One)

The outer disciples gladly put the demonic monsters' cores in their pockets. Time was up. Their figures

gradually faded, and they were transported back to the plaza of the Holy Land.

"Now that you are all back, it's time to show us what you've got. The person who has the highest points

wins,"

Colin said in a loud voice. He had been waiting for everyone to be transported back.

The expression on the face of the chief of the Wei family wasn't a happy one at all. In fact, he looked

furious. A mere hunt had made his family lose four disciples. Not only that, the talented disciple Rory

was also badly injured and was still unconscious at that very moment. And the worst thing was that

they weren't sure if he would be okay or not. Even if he recovered, his future would probably be

seriously affected. In a nutshell, he would not be as strong as he was anymore. This fact caused a

strain within the family.

"Okay. Then let me show my result first,"

the talented disciple of the Ji family said, taking a step forward. He took out a bag and upturned it.

Cardiac cores came tumbling out of the bag onto the ground in front of the chief.

A disciple who was in charge of counting walked up to him and began diligently counting the cardiac

cores. Everyone else stayed silent with anticipation.

"The Ji family has 170 superior diabolic beasts' cardiac cores, eighteen grade-one demonic monster

cores, one grade-two demonic monster core, and..."

The disciple trailed off, as if he didn't know what to do. His eyes darted around to everyone listening

intently for what he was going to say next.

"Why did you stop? Speak!" Colin reprimanded in a serious tone. He didn't know why the disciple

stopped all of a sudden.

But the disciples of the Ji family all had proud looks on their faces because they knew why the disciple

stopped counting. All that was left was for him to say it.

The disciple stammered as he continued. "They... they have a grade-three demonic monster core.

How... how do I count the points?" He had a tone of surprise in his voice, but his anxiousness also

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"What?" A murmur of hushed voices rose up all around.

Many people who had heard the disciple's words gasped and gossiped at the news. The talented

disciple of the Ji family had killed a grade-three demonic monster? It was too incredible to be true!

Even Darren couldn't help but glance at Kevin for a short second. Not only did he kill a grade-three

demonic monster, he also came back uninjured. It was no wonder he was the best talented disciple of

the Ancient Family.

Before the hunt, they only provided three kinds of points. There was not a standard point for killing a

grade-three demonic monster because no one thought the disciples could do it.

"It equals twenty points, of course," Jack said hurriedly. After hearing that the talented disciple of the Ji

family had killed a grade-three demonic monster, he couldn't remain calm anymore.

"Are you out of your mind? We all know what it takes to kill a grade-three demonic monster. It's not

easy enough to be worth twenty points! Honestly, twenty points? How dare you even suggest that,

Jack?" A disciple of the Ji family immediately retorted. The very idea that such a difficult task could be

brushed off like that was offensive.

They debated for a little while, then finally came to an agreement. They decided that the core of a

grade-three demonic monster was worth a hundred points.

So, in total, the Ji family had accumulated 470 points.

"Ha! Only 470 points. You have to use not only your physical strength but also your brain in the match.

Strategy is just as important as skill. It's no use wasting a lot of time to kill a grade-three demonic

monster, after all!" Jack sneered, a snarky smirk on his face.

He stepped forward next, looking a bit too proud of himself. "Look at what I have!" he said.

Seeing how confident he was, everyone couldn't help but wonder if Jack had killed a demonic monster

even more powerful than the one the disciple from the Ji family had killed. Maybe he was just sure that

he had way more points than the Ji family.

Jack straightened his back and put his left hand behind him, then he used his right hand to take out his

own bag in a showy gesture. He poured contents onto the ground, beaming with pride as he waited for

people to praise him.

Someone out of his line of sight laughed. "My goodness! How funny!"

"What a fool!" another voice said.

"How could he be so full of himself?"

Many disciples from the Ji family laughed loudly after seeing what was inside Jack's bag.

After hearing their sarcastic words, Jack, who had had his head raised with confidence, now lowered

his eyes to see what was so funny. Much to his surprise, there was only colorful sand on the ground.

He dropped to the ground and pawed at the sand, thinking the cardiac cores were hidden underneath.

After a few moments, he gave up and sat stunned. "How could it be? My demonic monster cores all

turned into sand. It's impossible!"

Jack roared in anger, eyes full of disbelief.

Then, his head snapped up, as if he suddenly thought of something. He turned to stare at Darren with

murderous eyes. "It's you! You did this to me!" He hurried to his feet, making it like he was going to

attack Darren.

"Ha-ha! Don't pretend it's someone else's fault, Jack. It's your right to join the hunt and come back with

nothing, but you can't possibly think that you can fool us with a bag full of sand. You're a complete fool!"

The disciples of the Ji family, who had been standing aside the whole time, kept shouting snide

remarks at him.

"Shut the fuck up!" Jack shouted back in anger. His face was red all over with fury and shame. He was

so angry that even his aura burst.

Meanwhile, the look on Darren's face was still calm and indifferent, as if he didn't even hear what Jack

said. He was above petty squabbling.

"Jack has zero points," the disciple who was responsible for counting announced. "Now it's time for

Darren of the Holy Land to show the cardiac cores he has."

At his words, Darren asked the disciple who was holding their cardiac cores to come over to him. He

took the bag and then poured the cores on the ground.