Chapter 1320 |
Chapter 1320: Writing an IOU
“Han Lin, how dare you hit me! You’re finished! When we return to the Heavenly Water Family, I’ll tell my grandfather.
You won’t keep your position as an elder or as manager of the Heavenly Water Demon Battle Arena!”
Shui Wu screeched, lashing out like a furious hen, her voice thick with fear and frustration.
Han Lin had come looking for trouble unprovoked—or so she thought.
At her words, Han Lin raised his hand and slapped them both again from a distance.
“I’m hitting you two worthless fools! You’re as dumb as pigs! You dare mention your grandfather?
If you don’t tell him, I will, you idiots.
Ten Demon General Realm-level spirit tools, huh? Can you produce them? I’m not cleaning up your mess. Report it to the Heavenly Water Family yourselves.
If they won’t help, you’ll pay with your lives or your legions.”
Still unsatisfied after his tirade, Han Lin slapped them once more, sending them sprawling to the ground.
With a cold glance at Huo Yang and Su Jingzhen, he turned and stormed off.
He’d already learned of the bet between Huo Yang and the siblings. Bound by a heavenly oath, not even the Heavenly Water Family could shield them. Worse, their blunder had made the family a laughingstock across the central region yet again.
Shui Ze and Shui Wu exchanged terrified glances, clutching their swollen faces.
“Brother, what do we do?”
Shui Wu whimpered, panic overtaking her.
They hadn’t anticipated this disaster.
Unable to produce the ten Demon General Realm-level spirit tools they’d wagered, Han Lin’s words plunged them deeper into despair. His tone implied the family elders would offer no aid this time.
Just then, Huo Yang approached, her voice calm but edged with triumph.
“It seems I’ve won this bet. What do you two have to say? Hand over the ten Demon General Realm-level spirit tools. And from now on, whenever you see me, you’ll bow.”
Lie Shan loomed beside her, his presence radiating overwhelming pressure.
Shui Wu and Shui Ze’s expressions twisted further.
“Sister Huo Yang, could we have some time to gather the spirit tools?”
Shui Ze pleaded, his voice strained.
Huo Yang smiled, as if she’d anticipated their inability to pay.
“Of course, that’s possible. Denying such a request would make me seem heartless, wouldn’t it?”
Hope flickered in their eyes, but her next words dashed it.
“However, you’ll write an IOU right here, in front of everyone.”
She turned to Man Qiong, the manager of the Barbarian God Demon Battle Arena, who had just approached.
“Elder Man Qiong, would you witness this?”
Man Qiong chuckled.
“No problem at all.”
With the Divine Flame Family at its zenith and tied to the Demon Battle Guild, he was eager to oblige, especially in Demon Battle City.
Shui Ze and Shui Wu’s fear deepened.
Writing an IOU before the crowd at the Barbarian God Demon Battle Arena would shred the Heavenly Water Family’s reputation beyond repair.
The punishment awaiting them at home was now a grim certainty.
“Sister Huo Yang, please, show mercy,”
Shui Wu begged, her tone submissive.
“From now on, my brother and I will honor our agreement—bowing and stepping aside whenever we see you. But can we skip the IOU? We’ve sworn a heavenly oath; we’ll absolutely gather the ten spirit tools for you.”
Their groveling irked Huo Yang.
She preferred their earlier arrogance. With a faint smile, she replied, “If you write an IOU in the Heavenly Water Family’s name now, it might still hold weight—your family might honor it. But later? Who knows if your words will still carry their backing?
So, either hand over the ten spirit tools now or write the IOU. Hurry up—my time’s precious, and I won’t waste it here.”
She paused, glancing at the War Dance Legion and Dry Marsh Legion behind them.
“Of course, you could mortgage your legions to me. I’d accept that too.”
Huo Yang savored the moment. In past clashes with these two, she’d never held such dominance. Now, she’d crushed them in an instant.
Fear darkened their eyes further.
After a tortured deliberation, they relented.
Before the onlookers at the Barbarian God Demon Battle Arena, they wrote an IOU for six Demon General Realm-level spirit tools, supplementing it with four from their personal possessions—a substantial sum even among young elites.
Mortgaging their legions was unthinkable; with them, they still had a chance to recover. Without them, they’d be nothing in the Heavenly Water Family.
Resentment glinted in their eyes as they finished. Without a word, they fled the arena, unable to endure another moment.
“Husband, did you break through again just now?”
You Yue asked, curiosity lighting her gaze as Su Jingzhen returned to her side.
As his closest companion, she sensed every shift in him. During his earlier point allocation, she’d noticed his strength surge across the board.
Su Jingzhen smiled. “The past few days of relentless battles built up deep insights. Just now, I had a sudden epiphany—natural progress from accumulated effort.”
You Yue’s eyes sparkled. Golden text flashed before Su Jingzhen:
[Emotional Connection +75]
[Emotional Connection +75]
[Emotional Connection +75]
[Remaining Available Points: 52,203]
A triple strike of emotional connection points.
Instinctively, she pressed, “So, what level are you at now?”
“Probably around the Sixth Stage of the Demon Marquis Realm.”
You Yue froze, shock rippling through her. She vividly recalled that before this battle, he’d been at the Second Stage.
[Emotional Connection +75]
[Emotional Connection +75]
[...]
[Remaining Available Points: 52,578]
Five consecutive strikes followed.
After a brief exchange, the group ignored the chattering gamblers and departed Demon Battle City. For Huo Yang, the outcome was beyond perfect.