Military merits delivered to your doorstep? Brother Lei, you're such a good person!

"You..."

"What is the meaning of this?"

Lin Mo raised his head, his gaze cold as he looked at the smug Lei Jingxiao in mid-air. His face was so dark it looked like it was about to drip water!

The second time!

Counting the previous time, this was already the second time Lei Jingxiao had moved to steal his kill!

The previous time didn't matter as much; after all, he had only entertained the thought and hadn't actually moved yet. Being intercepted then could only be blamed on his own slow hands.

But this time, he had clearly already raised his hand, prepared to harvest!

In the end, this Lei Jingxiao had actually forced his way in, directly blasting that nest of fat, juicy battle merit into dross!

This was a blatant provocation!

If this can be endured, what cannot?!

"It doesn't mean anything."

Facing Lin Mo's almost murderous gaze, Lei Jingxiao acted as if he hadn't seen it at all.

He merely crossed his arms, looking down at Lin Mo from above with a wild and unruly smile on his face.

"I just want to tell you."

"If you don't agree to a battle with me, then don't even think about getting a single one of these Demon Race bastards on this battlefield!"

His tone was domineering to the extreme, as if this entire battlefield were his own back garden.

In his view, as long as he used this tactic, this equally proud Sword Cultivator before him would surely be unable to resist drawing his sword to fight him!

However...

What he waited for was not Lin Mo's sword, but a question filled with the tone of one caring for the mentally disabled.

"Why should I fight you?"

Lin Mo was almost pushed to laughter by this guy's frustration.

"What benefit is there for me?"

"In the time it takes to fight you, I could have already earned a massive amount of battle merit!"

"Do you think I would waste my precious time on such a boring thing?"

Lin Mo was truly speechless.

Where the hell did this brain-dead guy come from?

He actually insisted on pestering him?

We are all adult Cultivators; can't you be a bit more mature?

"battle merit?"

Hearing these two words, Lei Jingxiao froze for a moment, a look of surprise appearing on his face.

"You're actually interested in battle merit?"

"Nonsense!"

Lin Mo gave him a massive eye-roll.

"Why else would I come to this battlefield if not for battle merit?"

"To go on a picnic? Or to look at your muscles?"

He was almost defeated by this guy's train of thought.

With this IQ, he could be the Ninth Sequence of the Yanyang Holy Land?

Was this Holy Land's selection criteria a bit too casual?

"How..."

Hearing this, Lei Jingxiao's expression became a bit more serious. He sized Lin Mo up and asked tentatively:

"Are you very short on battle merit?"

"Or rather... very short on resources?"

He had previously thought Lin Mo was like him, coming to this battlefield purely to temper his combat skills or seek strong enemies.

After all, Prodigies of their level rarely busied themselves for a mere pittance of resources.

But looking at it now, it seemed that wasn't the case?

"I am indeed very short on resources."

"But what does that have to do with you?"

Lin Mo replied irritably.

"I see..."

Lei Jingxiao nodded thoughtfully, seemingly understanding something.

Then, under Lin Mo's bewildered gaze, this guy actually didn't say another word, turned into a bolt of lightning, and vanished with a 'whoosh'!

"?"

"He's just gone?"

Looking at Lei Jingxiao's receding back, Lin Mo was completely dazed.

Could this person really be mentally ill?

Just moments ago he was pestering him for a fight, and as soon as he heard he was short on money, he turned and ran?

Could it be he was afraid I'd ask to borrow money?

"Forget it, whatever."

“It’s good that he’s gone. Finally, there won’t be a fly buzzing around in front of me!”

Lin Mo shook his head, not giving it much thought.

He didn't really want to fight Lei Jingxiao.

Though he wasn't afraid, that guy was a Holy Land sequence after all, with no small amount of strength. A real fight would surely be a long, drawn-out battle.

In that time, he could have already cleared out more than half of the Demon Race on this battlefield!

Why bother getting worked up over a blockhead?

"Hurry up and continue farming mobs!"

In the next moment, Lin Mo composed himself, his Divine Sense sweeping across the battlefield once more.

Soon, he locked onto another direction and moved his body, preparing to harvest the Demon Race there.

Who would have thought.

Before he could even leave.

Rumble!

The familiar sound of thunder echoed once again!

Immediately after, Lei Jingxiao's punchable face appeared near him once more!

"Holy crap!"

"Are you ever going to stop?!"

Lin Mo was truly getting angry this time, and was just about to draw his sword to give this guy a lesson.

But in the next second, his movements froze.

Beside Lei Jingxiao, on a massive spear of purple lightning, more than a dozen demons were skewered like candied haws!

And looking at the aura of those demons, although they were all currently at their last gasp, in a half-dead state...

They were all genuine Void Tempering Realm Demon Race Vice-Generals!

"How about it?"

"Are these Demon Race bastards to your liking?"

Lei Jingxiao looked at Lin Mo and grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.

"For you!"

With that, he waved his hand and, as if throwing out trash, tossed the lightning spear along with the dozen or so demons directly in front of Lin Mo.

Bang!

The lightning spear hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Lin Mo looked at the pile of half-dead "battle merit" at his feet, completely dazed by Lei Jingxiao's bizarre move, his head full of confusion.

What kind of play was this?

One moment he was stealing kills, the next he was delivering them?

Was this compensation for a sudden realization of conscience?

"Aren't you short on battle merit?"

"Then I'll help you earn it!"

"As long as you agree to have a hearty battle with me afterward, that's all!"

Lei Jingxiao shrugged, speaking as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"..."

"Are you serious?"

Lin Mo was at a loss.

He looked up, staring at Lei Jingxiao as if he were looking at a lunatic.

This guy, just to have a fight with him, was actually willing to act as this kind of manual labor?

What kind of spirit was this?

"Of course I'm serious!"

Lei Jingxiao nodded heavily, his expression looking very solemn.

"From now on, all the Demon Race experts I hunt will be left with one breath and given to you!"

"How about it? This deal is a bargain, right?"

To this, Lin Mo did not answer immediately.

He just lowered his head, glancing at the dozen or so Demon Race Vice-Generals at his feet who were already breathing more out than in, and couldn't help but start thinking.

This was all pure, white battle merit!

And it was battle merit delivered right to his door without him having to lift a finger!

As long as he nodded, there would be a continuous stream of battle merit sent over?

If he refused again... would he even be human?

And so... the gloom, impatience, and disdain on Lin Mo's face all vanished in an instant!

In its place was a smile so brilliant it was like the warmth of a spring breeze.

"Hahahaha!"

He laughed loudly and stepped forward quickly, putting an arm around Lei Jingxiao's shoulder with great intimacy.

"Oh! You should have said so earlier, Brother Lei!"

"To tell you the truth, from the first moment I saw you, I thought you looked like a kind person, someone easy to get along with! A good brother worth befriending deeply!"

"What's all this about fighting? We'll call it a spar! An exchange!"

"Since Brother Lei is so hospitable and insists on solving my financial woes, then I won't treat Brother Lei like a stranger!"

Lin Mo's speed in changing faces was faster than flipping a page in a book.

Just a moment ago he was 'brain-dead,' and now he was 'Brother Lei.'

Having said that, he didn't hesitate, lightly waving the long sword in his hand.

Chii!

A sharp Sword Qi swept past.

The dozen or so Demon Race Vice-Generals on the ground who were still gasping for their last breaths were crushed into flying ash.

On the Blazing Sun Battle Merit Token, the numbers instantly jumped, soaring by a large margin!

Lin Mo's rapid face-changing behavior left Lei Jingxiao a bit stunned.

But he had a straightforward personality. He didn't think Lin Mo was hypocritical; instead, he felt this person was genuine and not pretentious!

"Haha, Brother Lin is decisive!"

Lei Jingxiao also laughed heroically, feeling he had finally found a kindred spirit.

"In that case, it's a deal between us!"

"Wait here for a moment, I'll go catch some battle merit for you!"

"Whether it's Void Tempering or Dao Integration, as long as I, Lei Jingxiao, am here today, I'll make sure you earn a fortune!"

Before his voice had even faded.

Lei Jingxiao's body erupted with lightning, turning into a purple flash once more as he excitedly charged toward the depths of the battlefield.

That back view, no matter how you looked at it, carried a sense of being 'full of drive.'

"Tsk..."

"I thought he was an arrogant, supercilious fool."

"Who would have thought... he's actually a thick-headed, honest guy?"

Watching Lei Jingxiao's departing back, Lin Mo rubbed his chin, a strange smile flashing in his eyes.

"Interesting..."

"Does this count as... unexpectedly gaining a super-powerful mob-farming tool-man?"

"And the kind that brings his own food, doesn't want a salary, and even pays me?"

"Heh..."

"With a top-tier fighter like Lei Jingxiao helping out, I might not even have to do much to monopolize the battle merit of this entire battlefield!"

Thinking of this, the corners of Lin Mo's mouth began to curl upward uncontrollably, impossible to suppress.

He could almost see countless battle merits turning into a sky full of High-Grade Spirit Stones, flying toward his pocket with a clatter!

This wave... this wave is a total carry!