People of the martial world treasured their Martial Arts beyond measure. A single martial art could establish a sect and become the foundation on which it stood. How could they willingly hand them over now?
But the two of them also knew they had fallen for this thieving monk's trick and likely would not get off lightly. The Man in Black, Han Lichong, rolled his eyes and shouted, "Monk, I know the Swift Thunder Swordplay too. If I tell you the mnemonic, will you give me the antidote?"
Jiang Hao knew Han Lichong was playing tricks. If he gave up the Swift Thunder Swordplay, then Feng Lun would have nothing left to offer.
Feng Lun narrowed his eyes but said nothing.
"Fine." Jiang Hao nodded. He did not care who told him.
Han Lichong wiped the white foam from his mouth and spoke with difficulty. "The sword is swift as thunder, urgent as lightning; with a light flick, cold glints appear in all directions."
As Han Lichong recited the Swift Thunder Swordplay mnemonic, Jiang Hao saw the collection value on the system panel begin to rise again. It seemed his previous guess had been right.
Swift Thunder Swordplay: Collecting, 65%~66%~67%~~~
Jiang Hao was delighted. It seemed he was about to complete a collection mission. More importantly, he had figured out the system's rules for collecting Martial Arts, which would be crucial for what he did in the future.
After Han Lichong finished, he looked at Jiang Hao and said, "Monk, I've finished reciting the mnemonic. Can you give me the antidote now?"
But Jiang Hao did not move. After Han Lichong finished, the collection progress had only reached 85%. The system would not lie, which meant Han Lichong's swordplay mnemonic was incomplete, or he was deceiving him.
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