Legendary Son-in-Law: The Man with Poison Talismans

Lin Mu looked at him and smiled: "Alright. I'll bet my life, you bet the teleportation ring."

As they were talking, someone borrowed paper and pen from a shop next to the pavilion and wrote a contract on the spot.

It's written in black and white, regardless of life or death.

Jiang Yanzhou pressed his handprint first, and Lin Mu followed suit.

Chapter 159 Guilty Feelings

A few onlookers peeked over. Some gasped, some muttered, "This is really risking their lives," some shook their heads and sighed, and some had their eyes shining as if they had seen something incredibly funny.

Some people even muttered to themselves, "Does the Jiang family really have a teleportation ring?"

But no one could answer. Did the Jiang family have one? Of course not. This was just Jiang Yanzhou's renewed confidence, even arrogance. He believed he wouldn't have to pay any price this time.

Surrounded by many people, the group walked through several streets and alleys to the arena in the northeast of the city.

This is a designated arena in Bich City for duels between awakened individuals. It is paved with bluestone, flat and spacious, enough for several people to tumble and jump on.

Braziers were set up all around, and the firelight made the stage as bright as day. Even the four characters "Life and death are predestined" carved on the pillar at the corner of the stage could be seen clearly.

Beside the arena stood a small hut, inside which sat an old soldier, a gray-haired man accustomed to such scenes. He expressionlessly accepted the contract, glanced at it, and said in a low voice, "Contract contents: life and death are irrelevant. If Lin Mu wins, Jiang Yanzhou pays with a teleportation ring; if Jiang Yanzhou wins, Lin Mu pays with his life. Do both agree?"

Lin Mu and Jiang Yanzhou both nodded.

The veteran said no more, stamped the document, and put it aside.

His movements were fluid and natural, as if he had done them countless times, without even lifting his eyelids.

"Alright, let's begin." The veteran's voice was soft, as if it were a routine matter. After speaking, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Lin Mu stood on one side of the arena and looked at himself.

It was too dirty, and I felt embarrassed with so many people looking at me, so I shook my robes and dusted them off.

The gray-white robe revealed some of its original patterns in the firelight.

Jiang Yanzhou stood opposite, putting on his gear and stretching his wrists. His gaze swept over them casually, then suddenly stopped.

I was too excited to notice earlier, but now that I look closely, Lin Mu's clothes—a gray-white robe with what appears to be a Tai Chi symbol embroidered on the collar and cuffs, and a swallowtail hem—look exactly like a Taoist's soul battle armor.

He suddenly felt a little uneasy.

He gritted his teeth, turned around and walked to the edge of the arena, whispering a few words to his attendants.

The attendant nodded, ran off quickly, and disappeared into the crowd.

Lin Mu, who was shaking out his clothes, also saw this scene. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He wanted to see what tricks Jiang Yanzhou was up to.

After giving instructions to his subordinates, Jiang Yanzhou returned to the center of the arena, crossed his arms, raised his chin high, and spoke in a voice loud enough to be heard throughout the street: "Lin Mu, look at my equipment. I've improved so much in just a few months, didn't expect that, did you? Don't say I didn't give you a chance. You can still admit defeat now. Kneel down, kowtow three times, and call me 'Grandpa' three times, and I, in my great magnanimity, will spare your life."

As he spoke, he paced toward the edge of the ring, as if giving Lin Mu time to consider, or perhaps waiting for someone.

He walked at a leisurely pace, from the left side of the ring to the right, and then back to the left.

“I made the first move last time, this time, you make the first move.” As he spoke, he patted the Purgatory axe on his shoulder, the blade flashing in the firelight, and then tugged at the War God armor on his body, the metal plates rattling.

Lin Mu leaned against a pillar in the other corner of the arena, arms crossed, the corners of his mouth curving into a wider smile, without saying a word.

He just watched Jiang Yanzhou walk back and forth, like watching a hamster circling in a cage.

However, Lin Mu did some mental calculations about how quickly Jiang Yanzhou had acquired the Purgatory Armor and donned the War God Armor.

炼狱需要26级才能装备。从20级到26级，中间还隔着20级的瓶颈，算下来少说也得300万经验。

Lin Mu didn't believe him when he said he leveled up by fighting monsters; he must have gotten it by consuming Spirit Gathering Pearls.

The Spirit Gathering Bead can be used at level 20. To refine a Spirit Gathering Bead with 300 million experience points, according to the exchange rate at the Manor's Heaven and Earth Furnace, it requires 30 gold coins.

30 gold coins is enough for an ordinary person to live on for several lifetimes.

Having money at home makes all the difference; he stuffed the Spirit Gathering Pearl into his mouth, and his experience level skyrocketed.

Even Lin Mu was envious. This person was not only very talented in writing, but also very rich. No wonder Qin Yumo could tolerate him for so long.

It's a pity that the Spirit Gathering Pearl can't improve reaction speed or on-the-spot judgment.

However, the more money the better, so that I can extort a hefty sum from you.

The time it takes to drink a cup of tea has passed.

Jiang Yanzhou repeated the same few sentences over and over again.

You're just a son-in-law; what makes you think you can fight me? I'll give you three moves. I'm in a good mood today and don't want to see blood.

His voice, which had been full of energy at the beginning, became somewhat weak, and the range of his steps became smaller and smaller. He went from the left side of the ring to the right side, then from the left side to the middle, and then back to the left side. His steps became faster and faster, and he kept going back and forth, which made him seem very anxious.

Purgatory shifted its weight on its shoulder three times, carrying it, putting it down, and then carrying it again, as if searching for a comfortable position but unable to find one.

In contrast, Lin Mu stood there with his arms crossed, leaning against a pillar, not even taking out his weapon, looking as relaxed as if he were admiring the moon in his own backyard.

Many of the onlookers were starting to get impatient.

Someone in the crowd shouted, "Are we going to fight or not?" The voice was sharp and loud, exploding in the night sky.

Then came a chorus of boos, some whistling, some clapping, and some shouting at the top of their lungs, "Don't be a coward, Young Master Jiang!"

Several young people dressed in plain clothes crowded at the front, arms linked, watching the commotion with laughter and joking. Every now and then they would utter a strange remark, which would make the people around them burst into laughter.

An old man selling candied hawthorns pushed his cart past the crowd, peeked inside on tiptoe, shook his head, and then pushed his cart away.

Just then, a squad of Imperial Guards emerged from the street corner.

The armor gleamed coldly in the torchlight, and the boots clattered on the bluestone slabs as they headed straight for the arena.

The leader was a squad leader, in his thirties, with a fair complexion and no beard. He swept his gaze across the arena and asked loudly, "Who is Lin Mu?"

It became.

Jiang Yanzhou felt a sense of relief and almost burst out laughing. The muscles on his face twitched, but he managed to hold it in.

"My lord, it's him!"

Jiang Yanzhou pointed at Lin Mu, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement, his finger trembling slightly, "This man is a remnant of the Qin family! Among those who attacked the Golden Guards and seized the Woma leader on the second floor of Woma were members of the Qin family! He had been hiding while the Qin family was exiled, but he finally showed up tonight! Quickly capture him."

His voice was shrill and bright, as if he wanted everyone on the street to hear the words "remnants of the Qin family".

Lin Mu saw through it. Some people around him saw through it too. So Jiang Yanzhou was up to his little tricks.

Chapter 160 Teleportation Protector

The squad leader sized Lin Mu up and down, frowned, and waved his hand: "Take him down."

Two Imperial Guards stepped forward, their hands already on the hilts of their swords.

Their steps were slow, but each step was firm, the soles of their boots grinding against the gravel with a soft, rustling sound.

The onlookers automatically made way, some took several steps back, some tiptoed to look inside, and some whispered, "Lin Mu is finished this time."

Lin Mu didn't move.

He took out a bronze-yellow token from his Qiankun bag, twirled it in his hand, and the firelight reflected on the token, revealing the four characters "Royal Martial Arts Academy".

He held the token to his chest calmly, as if he were displaying something utterly ordinary.

The squad leader's expression changed. He took the token, examined it from all angles, and then handed it back to Lin Mu.

Although the students of the Royal Martial Arts Academy were of lower status than him, they were not people that a mere squad leader like him had the right to touch.

Moreover, the fact that this person was able to enter the Royal Martial Arts Academy shows that the imperial court already knew about his background.

If they knew about it but didn't make the arrest, then there must be something else going on.

He didn't want to get into this trouble.

He turned around, facing the crowd, and said in a low but clear voice, "This is a student of the Royal Martial Arts Academy, not a fugitive."

After speaking, the sergeant of the Golden Guard walked to the edge of the arena, clasped his hands in a salute to the veteran in the hut.

The veteran leaned back in his chair, not even lifting his eyelids, and gestured with his chin toward the crowd: "Keep an eye on things, don't let anything happen."

The squad leader responded and waved his hand, "Stay here and maintain order."

Then they led their men to disperse and stand around the arena, keeping the onlookers outside the cordon.

The crowd fell silent for a moment, then a buzz of discussion arose.

Someone asked, "What is the Royal Martial Arts Academy?" Someone explained it to him, and after the explanation, the person gasped and the way he looked at Lin Mu changed.

He then asked, "Who exactly is this person?" but no one answered him.

Jiang Yanzhou stood on the arena, his smile still lingering, when it froze.

When he sent his attendant to deliver the message, he was thinking of killing two birds with one stone.

By capturing Lin Mu, the duel can be avoided, saving face and preserving dignity.

But now...

Lin Mu put the token away, turned to look at him, and smiled: "What, still thinking of some countermeasure? The contract has already been signed, and you're afraid to fight?"

Jiang Yanzhou's face flushed red and then turned pale.

The onlookers began to jeer, and the boos grew louder and louder. Some shouted, "Fight! Young Master Jiang, don't back down!" Others shouted, "Young Master Jiang, are you scared?"

"Weren't you quite talkative just now?" This drew a burst of laughter.

Jiang Yanzhou gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

If he doesn't fight, he'll become a laughing stock in Bichon City. The dignified young master of the Jiang family, having signed a death pact but daring not to step onto the stage, will never be able to hold his head high again.

Even if he fights, he might not win. The fact that Lin Mu can wear the Soul Battle Armor means he's at least level 22; I wonder where he trained these past few months.

But if we back down now, it would be even more humiliating than losing. At least losing is losing with dignity, but backing down is losing on your knees.

He took a deep breath, slammed the Purgatory axe into the ground, and the handle struck the bluestone slab with a dull thud.

With Purgatory in hand, his back seemed to straighten a bit.

"Fight if you want! Who's afraid of who?"

Jiang Yanzhou took a deep breath and gripped Purgatory tightly, but still didn't move.

He stared at Lin Mu, his eyes flickering, as if he were weighing something.