114: Chapter 114 800,000 Civilization Points Returned! The sorrowful Bai Shiwei...

"Civilization Arena?"

Bai Shiwei tilted her delicate chin and said, "Doesn't that cost civilization points? I heard from our school principal that civilization points are very important at the Transcendent stage!"

"You should save your points; there's no need to spend them on me."

It was exactly what he wanted her to spend them on.

Fang Zhuo smiled and said, "I recently made a huge sum. I'll give you some in a moment. Just go to the Civilization Arena and spar with others. Don't be afraid of losing; raising your Body Control to the Micro-Perception perfection level and breaking through to become a Transcendent Martial Artist is what's most important!"

He didn't wait for an answer and transferred 200,000 civilization points to Bai Shiwei's federal ID card.

"Ah?"

Bai Shiwei's mouth fell open. "2... 200,000 civilization points!"

She hadn't seen many civilization points, but she knew how precious they were. Her own father, an Advanced Martial Artist, often went to the Origin Star to hunt exotic beasts to make money.

After all these years, he had only earned less than 10 points!

She had heard that her school's principal had less than 10,000 points.

"This is too much!"

Bai Shiwei looked at Fang Zhuo with stunned, beautiful eyes, shaking her head repeatedly.

How could Fang Zhuo earn so many civilization points? This couldn't just be a "little bit," could it?

Direct returns don't work... as expected, they have to be consumed.

Fang Zhuo hadn't really been listening to Bai Shiwei. After waiting a moment and seeing no return, he said seriously, "It's not much. I still have plenty of civilization points."

"Shi Wei, you don't understand what kind of place the Civilization Arena is. It's full of... snobs among the geniuses!"

"If you only have three or five thousand points, or even ten or twenty thousand, they won't bother dueling you."

Seeing Fang Zhuo's righteous expression, Bai Shiwei asked skeptically, "Do they really play for such high stakes?"

"Yes."

Fang Zhuo nodded as if it were a serious matter.

When he arrived at the Civilization Arena with Bai Shiwei, the curvaceous female receptionist greeted them enthusiastically.

"Mr. Fang Zhuo."

"Are you bringing your partner to watch the matches this time?"

She was very enthusiastic because she had seen the change in Fang Zhuo's civilization points in the Civilization Arena system!

At its peak, it had reached over 200,000!

Since it had just dropped by 200,000, she assumed he had transferred them to his partner to avoid the risk of losing too many points in a single defeat.

Even so, Fang Zhuo still had a few thousand civilization points left, and if he lost, he would likely take points from his partner to continue fighting.

Fang Zhuo was definitely a battle maniac...!

This was beyond doubt, as evidenced by him accepting ten duels in one breath that afternoon.

The receptionist wasn't afraid of Fang Zhuo winning—he would eventually encounter a master; the Civilization Arena didn't lack true powerhouses.

"No."

"I'm here to watch this time. My wife is the main character."

"Your partner wants to engage in a martial duel?"

The receptionist was stunned. It wasn't because Bai Shiwei was only an Advanced Martial Artist—carrying civilization points into the Civilization Arena for duels wasn't a privilege exclusive to Transcendent Martial Artists.

civilization points weren't very useful to Advanced Martial Artists yet and couldn't assist in cultivation, but talented individuals often saved them up in preparation for the future.

Over the years, there had been quite a few duels involving Advanced Martial Artists in the Civilization Arena.

But... they were all small scuffles involving less than a hundred points. Where had anyone seen an Advanced Martial Artist carrying 200,000 civilization points to a duel?

If anyone beat Bai Shiwei, wouldn't they win 100,000 civilization points?

The receptionist took a deep breath, her chest heaving.

If this news got out, all the Advanced Martial Artists in the Federation would go crazy!

"That's right."

Fang Zhuo nodded.

The moment Bai Shiwei entered her information into the system, several duel requests popped up. Within seconds, they filled the system screen.

Bai Shiwei scanned them with her beautiful eyes.

[Duel Invitation 1: Li Mei, Life Level 38, civilization points: 60, Federal New Moon Martial Artist.]

[Duel Invitation 2: ... civilization points: 80, ...]

None of these Advanced Martial Artists had over a hundred civilization points!

Bai Shiwei suddenly turned around and glared at Fang Zhuo, her cheeks slightly puffed out, her eyes clearly questioning him.

However, considering there were people around, she didn't speak directly.

Instead, she pulled Fang Zhuo outside.

"Husband! How do you explain this?"

"Haha, this..." Fang Zhuo had forgotten that detail. He paused for less than half a second before improvising, "Don't worry about others."

"I gave you so many civilization points mainly to make you feel pressure. You need to do your best to win every duel!"

"Only with this kind of immense pressure will the effects of the sparring be at their best! This kind of psychological pressure is no less than fighting for your life against exotic beasts in the Wilderness Area, right?"

"Um... but it's still too much. It's completely unnecessary."

Bai Shiwei felt like Fang Zhuo was trying to sweet-talk her, but upon closer thought, it did make some sense.

She was under immense pressure now! Carrying 200,000 civilization points onto the battle platform, this battle was truly no less than a life-or-death struggle for her.

"Actually, if you had given me ten or twenty thousand civilization points, the effect would have been the same..."

"No, these 200,000 civilization points provide the maximum training effect. Don't you want to raise your Body Control to the Micro-Perception perfection level sooner and then break through to become a Transcendent Martial Artist?"

"But..."

Bai Shiwei wanted to say something more.

But she was interrupted by Fang Zhuo.

"No buts. Pick an opponent and defeat them!" Fang Zhuo smiled.

"Okay."

Bai Shiwei took a deep breath. Her heart was a mix of emotions—touched, sweet, and nervous. The immense pressure made it hard for her to breathe.

"I'll choose this Li Mei!"

Bai Shiwei looked around repeatedly and decided to choose someone with a lower Life Level for this first battle; 38 was one level lower than her.

She would play it safe.

...

On the viewing platform.

Fang Zhuo looked down.

On the massive alloy battle platform, Bai Shiwei and Li Mei stood facing each other, their expressions forming a sharp contrast.

Bai Shiwei's pretty face was tense, and she bit her lip, looking like she was facing a formidable enemy.

It was clear she was extremely nervous.

Li Mei, on the other hand, was excited—almost crazily so!

"Win this battle! 100,000 civilization points in the bag!!!"

Li Mei shouted in her heart, gripping her long blade tightly.

The opponent dared to carry 100,000 civilization points to fight, so her strength must not be weak. Perhaps she is doing weighted training. I must go all out!

If I win 100,000 civilization points, when I become a Transcendent Martial Artist in the future, I can even cultivate up to level 45. I won't be any weaker than Grandma Lan!

What a sin...

Fang Zhuo thought to himself. If Shi Wei lost this match, given her personality, he didn't know how depressed she would be.

He would have to think of how to comfort her tonight... There was no other way; to get the return of civilization points, he had taken this step. He would have to comfort the wife he made cry himself.

Not far from Fang Zhuo.

Several alien Transcendent Martial Artists had gathered, all glaring at Fang Zhuo—it was Lucien and the others.

They were all victims from the afternoon.

Most of them looked puzzled.

What was Fang Zhuo up to? He had gotten a huge sum of civilization points from somewhere and actually gave it all to his partner, letting a mere Advanced Martial Artist use it for dueling.

She couldn't find a suitable opponent; winning meant nothing, and losing meant a huge loss!

What was the point?

Could he be stupid and rich, just doing this to amuse his woman?

"Bai Shiwei, please enlighten me!"

Li Mei shouted softly, then immediately charged forward, her long blade unleashing a fiery red shadow.

It was the third form of the Thunder Fire Blade!

Fang Zhuo saw it instantly; this Li Mei's Body Control had also reached the Micro-Perception perfection level, and her apparent combat power boost was far beyond Bai Shiwei's.

And that wasn't even all.

Li Mei had even simultaneously activated her Martial Aspect, with a flaming phoenix phantom appearing behind her.

This was going for the kill...

If Bai Shiwei hadn't been wearing the ss-grade combat suit he gave her, Fang Zhuo would have been genuinely worried about her getting hurt.

On the platform, Bai Shiwei's expression changed drastically in the face of this aggressive strike. Li Mei's combat power boost was too high! It was almost on par with the top geniuses of the three major groups!

She swung her blade with all her might.

She unleashed the second form of the Thunder Fire Blade, which she had just mastered.

"Clang!"

With a crisp sound, Bai Shiwei's long blade was knocked from her hand, and she was blasted off the battle platform by the immense impact.

"Li Mei wins!"

The referee shouted.

At this moment, a familiar light screen appeared before Fang Zhuo's eyes.

[Wife Bai Shiwei consumed 100,000 civilization points. Bai Shiwei's current Life Level is Advanced Martial Artist. Return coefficient is 8. Returned 800,000 civilization points.]

Fang Zhuo couldn't care about being happy; he quickly left the viewing platform to go and help Bai Shiwei up.

"Wuu."

A whimper came, and Bai Shiwei's beautiful eyes were red. She bit her lip, forcing back her tears in front of everyone.