Zhang Hao was practically laughing with anger. 1000 contribution points for a Half-Saint artifact. Was this person trying to trick him because he was ignorant?
If this person had been more sincere, Zhang Hao might have actually exchanged it with him. After all, Zhang Hao was not lacking in treasured artifacts. His Blood God Blade was a Saint artifact, and another Half-Saint artifact didn't hold much meaning. If the other party's contribution points were close, Zhang Hao would have sold it even if he took a slight loss.
However, this person actually wanted to exchange his Half-Saint artifact for 1000 contribution points, which was simply an insult.
"Ge Xia, how about I buy your Heaven-Grade treasured artifact for 1000 points?" Zhang Hao looked at Ping Donghai and sneered.
"Heh heh, actually, I know that 1000 contribution points is a bit low. But your Senior Apprentice Brother here has used up quite a few contribution points recently. How about I compensate you later, Junior Apprentice Brother? Just consider it a favor Senior Apprentice Brother owes you." Ping Donghai had a sincere look on his Face.
"Then, Senior Apprentice Brother, please come find Junior Apprentice Brother after you've gathered 20000 contribution points. Junior Apprentice Brother doesn't need Senior Apprentice Brother's favor." Zhang Hao refused without politeness.
"It seems, Junior Apprentice Brother, you're not planning to give Senior Apprentice Brother any Face, are you?" Ping Donghai's expression immediately darkened.
Zhang Hao stared at Ping Donghai, pretending to be surprised, and asked, "Junior Apprentice Brother seems to have only met Senior Apprentice Brother today, may I ask where Senior Apprentice Brother's Face comes from?"
"A newcomer actually dares not give Brother Hai Face, it seems you don't want to get along in the Inner Courtyard."
The thin-faced youth walked towards Zhang Hao with a punch.
"Scram!"
Zhang Hao threw a punch at the thin-faced youth.
"Sun Heart!" Zhang Hao snorted coldly, and the Seven Injury Fist blasted out.
Zhang Hao had not yet increased his level at this moment. However, this mere Martial King First Heaven fellow would naturally not be his opponent. This person was just a very ordinary Martial Warrior who had reached Martial King by relying on medicine. He was far inferior to Ye Rufeng, Chang Tian, and Duan Yunrui, and others.
With a "bang!"
Zhang Hao's punch landed on the thin-faced youth, sending him flying.
The thin-faced youth let out a scream and flew backward. He landed on the ground, spitting up large mouthfuls of blood, and fainted.
"Audacious!"
Another Black-Faced Youth also rushed towards Zhang Hao. He struck down at Zhang Hao with a palm.
"Lung Splitting!"
Zhang Hao blasted out the second punch of the Seven Injury Fist.
The Black-Faced Youth felt a domineering force Mountain-Toppling Sea-Overturning kill towards him. With no power to resist at all, that punch had already landed on his body.
A domineering force blasted into his internal organs.
"Pfft!"
The Black-Faced Youth screamed. He flew backward. He landed on the ground and fainted.
Ping Donghai was slightly startled. Although he knew Zhang Hao was the first place in the Outer Courtyard Competition, he was still a Great Martial Master. Although it was rumored that he finally defeated Duan Yunrui, a Great Martial Master Third Heaven, Ping Donghai absolutely did not believe this fact. After all, rumors are easily distorted. In his opinion, Great Martial Master and Martial King were two different concepts. But now Ping Donghai had personally witnessed Zhang Hao effortlessly defeat his two followers. Although his two followers were just ordinary Martial Kings.
But a Martial King is a Martial King. Even an ordinary Martial King is not comparable to a Great Martial Master.
"Kid, it seems I need to teach you a lesson so you know your place."
Ping Donghai quickly recovered his composure. Although Zhang Hao had defeated his two followers, he was a Genius ranked ninety-seventh in the Inner Courtyard, and his cultivation was not comparable to ordinary people. Moreover, his Martial King Second Heaven cultivation also made him extremely confident.
"Don't know my place?"
Zhang Hao looked at Ping Donghai and sneered, "I think the one who doesn't know his place is Ge Xia! I also don't know what Ge Xia is relying on to dare to be so presumptuous?"
"Hahahaha, relying on what? I rely on my strength. And even if Ge Xia has some strength, he is still just a Great Martial Master. With this level of cultivation, in the Inner Courtyard, a place filled with hidden experts, if you are a dragon, you must coil for me, and if you are a tiger, you must lie down for me." Ping Donghai looked at Zhang Hao with a mocking expression.
"Isn't it just Martial King? What's so great about it?" Zhang Hao squinted his eyes and smiled faintly.
Just arriving at the Inner Courtyard, Zhang Hao wanted to keep a low profile. But now it seemed he was wrong. Without strength, no one would respect you. Therefore, Zhang Hao decided, to reduce trouble and deter some petty individuals, he needed to be high-profile again.
Originally, Ping Donghai wanted to mock Zhang Hao. Suddenly, a powerful aura emanated from Zhang Hao's body. This aura was ten times stronger than before...
No! A hundred times!
"Ding dong! Congratulations Player Zhang Hao on leveling up, current level Martial King First Heaven!"
"Ding dong! Congratulations Player Zhang Hao on leveling up, current level Martial King Second Heaven!"
The System's notification sounds rang in Zhang Hao's ears.
"This... how is this possible? Aren't you a Great Martial Master?" Ping Donghai looked at Zhang Hao in surprise.
"What do you think?" Zhang Hao looked at Zhang Hao with a half-smile.
"Impossible, you must be using some illusion to deceive me, it must be so."
Feeling humiliated, Ping Donghai snorted coldly. He instantly lunged at Zhang Hao, striking down with a palm.
"Severed Liver and Intestines!"
Zhang Hao's expression was solemn. The third punch of the Seven Injury Fist erupted, killing towards Ping Donghai's body.
"Boom!"
Fist and palm collided. The void vibrated. Invisible ripples spread out in all directions.
Ping Donghai felt a domineering force. It was transmitted from the center of his palm, impacting his internal organs.
"Wow!"
Ping Donghai screamed. He flew backward, falling to the ground and spitting up large mouthfuls of blood.
"Impossible, how can you be so strong? Absolutely impossible..." Ping Donghai looked at Zhang Hao, his Face filled with fear.
"Next time you appear in front of me, be careful or I'll break your five limbs."
Zhang Hao's Killing Intent enveloped Ping Donghai's body, making him almost suffocate.
"Hmph!"
Zhang Hao smiled coldly and turned to leave.
Arriving at the Treasure Pavilion, two guards blocked Zhang Hao's path and said, "This is an important area of the College, unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter."
Zhang Hao took out his access token, and the two guards were slightly surprised. They moved aside, allowing Zhang Hao to enter.
Inside the Treasure Pavilion, an Old Man about sixty years old was sitting on a chair reading a book. Seeing Zhang Hao walk in, he didn't even lift his head and said indifferently, "Hand over your token!"
Zhang Hao saw that the Old Man's aura was very powerful, and he couldn't even discern his cultivation. Knowing that this Old Man was an unfathomable expert, he didn't dare to be negligent and quickly handed over the token.
The Old Man's slightly cloudy eyes looked at Zhang Hao's token, and he was slightly surprised. He asked, "Kid, I couldn't tell, you're actually the first place in this competition. Not bad, your token allows you to go up to the third floor. You have half an hour to choose a treasured artifact, no waiting after the time is up."
"Yes, Senior!" Zhang Hao quickly nodded.