Chapter 387: Chapter 389: The Black Moth Incident, The Beginning of Transcendent Inversion Chapter 387: Chapter 389: The Black Moth Incident, The Beginning of Transcendent Inversion [The additional content is garbled; restoration at 3:50, if unable to restore, long press the chapter in the directory to re-download]
“No, by relying on Umbrella!” Huang Yue’s tone was firm.

“This is our first meeting, and the disparity between us is indeed significant. Liu Shengtian, you have lived for about three hundred years now, right? Dating back from the previous dynasty, I suppose that makes me the junior here.” A young man walked over; he was Huang Yue, the emissary appointed by the emperor, specifically here to use equipment produced by the Umbrella Company in actual combat.

“Heh, you want to commit suicide? Of course, that’s fine. Alive, you are quite valuable, dead you can still settle debts. Although it’s a bit less, but personally, I’d prefer if more of you died. Although the Federation needs to spend more resources because of this, I think the Umbrella might need resources more than living Martial Artists.” Huang Yue said with a chuckle.

“It’s nothing, each of you is quite valuable. The Federation is poor, we can only use you to settle debts,” Huang Yue said calmly.

“Your name is Liu Shengtian, unfortunately, that name is too arrogant. I hope you can hold on a bit longer,” Huang Yue suddenly changed the tone, his voice taking on a sinister edge.

“You use Martial Artists to make puppets, how dare you… how dare you do such a thing!!!” Liu Shengtian was furious, his eyes nearly splitting. He was not afraid of death, but the idea of being turned into a puppet after death and manipulated by ordinary people was unacceptable to him.

“Are you the mastermind? Heh, a bunch of imperial lackeys, the Martial Alliance will not let you off,” Liu Shengtian said irascibly, as far as threats or begging went, he had his own principles. It was merely death, what was there to fear?

“Ptui, imperial lackeys.” Liu Shengtian of the Black Moth Sect fiercely spat out, his expression vicious as he stared at the towering Tyrant.

“Ordinary people? Without ordinary people, you wouldn’t have resources to cultivate. You draw strength from the flesh and blood of ordinary people yet scorn them. Martial Artists? That’s all you are,” Huang Yue scoffed sarcastically.

“What, to settle debts???”

“What?” Liu Shengtian, hearing the tone of Huang Yue, felt a chill in his heart. He wasn’t afraid of being insulted or hit; he was a tough man who could withstand that, but from the looks of it, it seemed like they were about to do something humiliating to him.

“Death? Only cowards die, I’d like to see what this Umbrella behind you is all about, daring to provoke us Martial Artists,” Liu Shengtian said disdainfully, “Just a bunch of ordinary people relying on external aids, they can be wiped out with a mere flick of the hand.”

“I know, but we have the Umbrella, what do you think?” Huang Yue wasn’t bothered by Liu Shengtian’s words, instead, he viewed his adversary as being impotently furious. Observing the Sect’s base, blown to unrecognizable ruins by heavy artillery, he found it not the least bit unsightly but rather like appreciating a beautiful painting.

“This is just the beginning. The gangs and major houses you support will meet the same fate, no exceptions. Eventually, all will be sent to Umbrella Company for human experiments,” Huang Yue said leisurely, his disdain for Martial Artists and Secret Spirit Masters, and even more so for these cruel lackeys, palpable.

“Capture them alive, don’t let them escape.”

“Someday, I will make all Secret Martial Sects and Secret Spirit Organizations look like this.”

The head of the Umbrella Company made no secret of their intentions: to continue researching weapons targeted at these two extraordinary groups, and indeed, capturing many of them alive was ideal.

The Umbrella Company was harboring Martial Artists and Secret Spirit Masters; that’s why he had his bio-weapons like the Tyrant and Hunter capture them alive.

The Tyrant was not only physically powerful but also controlled by a central processor, each move carefully calculated. Though the enemy possessed Martial Arts Will, the attacks were predictable, and sheer brute force could disrupt even the most brilliant moves.

After all, dead Martial Artists could still be useful.

Not for anything else, just to settle debts.

But now things were different. After obtaining the military weapons and bio-weapons provided by the Umbrella Company, the mighty Black Moth Sect had absolutely no power to resist.

The other party was also honest; they only wanted Martial Artists, not the Secret Martial heritages.

As for Liu Shengtian’s abuse, the Tyrant couldn’t care less. It was merely a bio-weapon without any autonomy, naturally unable to feel anger over Liu Shengtian’s curses as it lacked any emotions.

Just now, he had been captured alive by the Tyrant, and despite being a human, his fight against the bio-weapon ended in a complete overpowering.

Perhaps to others, this seemed excessively brutal, yet Huang Yue believed it was a lofty goal.

Today, this batch of bio-weapons and military equipment was actually credited by the Umbrella Company to them.

Liu Shengtian could not contain the rage that burst forth from his chest, and after another glance at the Tyrant, he understood something.

Liu Shengtian, hearing Huang Yue’s words, couldn’t help but sneer, “Just with you ordinary people?”

If they used living Martial Artists to offset the debt, of course, it wouldn’t cover it all, because this batch of military hardware was simply too valuable.

The real combat targets were naturally the Black Moth Sect Secret Martial, and his heart had been heavy when he first received this mission–previous incidents with the Super Soldier Serum had led to many deaths in the lab, and even the professor in charge had had to be executed; he had been one of them.

The conflict between the two sides was incredibly intense. The Extraordinary forces had been oppressing everyone in the Duke Federation from the start, from the common folk to the upper echelons, with no one exempted. The demeanor of the Transcendents made it clear that there was no room for easing of tensions from the beginning.

Although he had been defeated, it was only his Black Moth Sect that lost, not the Martial Artists.

Though it was just the Black Moth Sect, which was considered a medium to lower small sect within the Northern Secret Martial World, it was still led by a Sect Master of the True Martial Rank.

So even if the Umbrella Company didn’t take it, considering it merely a gesture of goodwill, if he could be transferred there, he might wake up laughing, since the Umbrella Company certainly needed people when they were developing the Super Soldier Serum originally.

So the first thing that came to his mind was suicide.

So, of course, he thought he was coming over to die, but now he realized it was for revenge.

He didn’t care at all about the opponent’s life or death, because it all could be converted into money. From the standpoint of the researchers, he naturally hoped for more deaths so that Umbrella could have more resources to develop better, rather than using a group of Martial Artists to settle debts.

No matter the strange Tyrant puppet or different new-style firearms, they ultimately couldn’t match the powerful physiques and indestructible Martial Arts Will of the Martial Artists.

Martial Artists didn’t deal with economic management or government affairs; they just wanted power without any obligations. For them, daily strength training was enough.

Martial Artists have their pride. He would never let his corpse be reduced to such a state.

Martial Arts is all about competition. Disputes with other sects and Martial Artists are minor conflicts. The real battle is with the Extraordinary forces continually absorbing the flesh and blood of ordinary people for growth. Only with a massive supply of ordinary people could the Martial Artists cultivate resources without laboring and indulge in lavish eating and drinking without worry.

On a normal day, such a powerful Martial Artist would not be someone he could meet, but now things were different. The Tyrant effortlessly restrained him with just one hand.

You should know, just the Black Moth Sect alone controlled dozens of gangs, with Guihuan City as the center radiating outwards. These gangs committed extortion, murder, and arson–no crime was off-limits.

A robust voice accompanied by a multitude of explosions and screams, a great number of Martial Artists scattered fleeing.

Because production also requires a massive amount of resources, hence the need for Martial Artists and Secret Spirit Masters.

Long-range firepower, the Martial Artists didn’t even have time to react before their heads were blown apart.

In his view, no matter how strong ordinary people got, they weren’t all that, especially those relying on external aids.

That was just a small gesture. The real control was over all the economic lifelines of the region, and under aggressive militarized development, ordinary people had no way to survive, as if all the land finally flowed toward the Black Moth Sect, with rising prices and boundless greed.

This statement calmed Liu Shengtian instantly. These were a bunch of madmen, and where did that Umbrella come from, after all? It was utterly baffling.

This is Guihuan City, where the Black Moth Sect Secret Martial resides. The whole city appears to be under the control of the Duke Federation, but in reality, whether wealth or various resources and food, it all ultimately flows to the Black Moth Sect.

Only at that time they used death row inmates.

Ordinary people have no strength, and thus absolutely no way to resist.

As someone from the research lab, Huang Yue obviously knew how expensive these developments were, so when the manager and he cried poor, he believed it.