8 "Are you a martial artist?"

A total of 33 flaming wild boars were slaughtered by Nero. He glanced at the corpses around him, his face devoid of any expression. He hadn't expended much energy to accomplish this mission; all it took was one casual punch and he sentenced these boars to death. Nero collected the corpses into three huge sacks. With a flash of his figure, he disappeared.

Nero shuttled through the forest for another 7 hours before finally reaching the village; it was already evening. The door of the inn abruptly flung open and a young man with three huge sacks over his shoulder walked in. Nero effortlessly dragged these three huge sacks over to the counter where an old man stood speechlessly, leaving behind a trail of blood.

"Here is what you requested. I'll take what I've earned." Nero said to the old man, pointing at the three huge sacks.

The old man was dazed hearing Nero's words. Not only the old man was left in this state, but the customers who came to have a good drink and the other assistants present were also stunned silly. The entire tavern was plugged into silence. The old man walked around the counter to come over to where Nero was. He opened a sack and his eyes widened that they could fall off any moment.

They were four flaming boars!?

Heavens!!

The old man screamed in his heart. The flaming boar was a regular level one ferocious beast. Its strength could be compared to that of a Qi essence gathering Realm martial artist, or in some cases stronger. The flaming boar apart from its smoke cloud and fire attribute Qi has very tough skin. So tough that the weapon of a mortal would have little or no effect on it.

They usually graze in a herd making it difficult to just pick the weak ones from behind. And then there's the smoke cloud that alerts them when something does so little as touch it. This beast was no doubt a level two beast, but an insurmountable mountain for these mortals.

The old man quickly opened the other two sacks and was almost out of breath.

"Four beasts in each sack, and there are three sacks, making a total of 12 flaming boars!" If the old man could do more than just scream, he would have done it but each time he wanted to say something, the words just didn't want to come out. When Nero hunted down these beasts, he had killed a total of 33 flaming boars. But he had a limited number of sacks to pack them into, so he only packed 12 leaving the rest to take natures course.

Nero who was by the side only watched the old man's disoriented movements. To him, these flaming boars were not even able to fill the gaps in his teeth, but to these people, it was like a priceless treasure. These mortals couldn't help but feel this way. In a case whereby one lacked the necessary resources to survive, something as valueless as this would cause their greedy desires to seethe.

"Little brother, how did you manage to slaughter a good number of them? I know more than anyone else just how strong these beasts are. I have to employ Martial artists to help hunt them down…." As the old man said up to here, his next words stuck in his throat.

He managed to stutter a few words, "A…. Are you a martial artist?"

Nero on the other didn't conceal anything and nodded. The tavern went dead silent like a cemetery. Everyone sucked in a cold breath.

A martial artist!?

To these mortals, a martial artist was similar to an invincible existence that towered above them, simply unfathomable.

"Forgive this old man for not realizing who master was!" The old man who owned the inn immediately lowered his head and cupped his hands.

Nero blankly stared at the old man and said, "Will you keep to your end of the deal or will you falter?"

Falter? How could I falter? Isn't it the same as committing suicide?

Just then, a loud hoarse voice suddenly shouted, "I'll have all three sacks."

Everyone looked in the direction of this voice and saw a brawny middle-aged man. Nero narrowed his gaze to this middle-aged man, probing his body conditions.

"Mortal, just as I thought. But he looks stronger than an average mortal."

The middle-aged man stood few meters above an average male. His expression was serious as he walked over to Nero.

"I said, I wanted all three sacks."

Hearing the words of the middle-aged man, Nero tilted his brows upwards, sizing him up with contempt.

"Old man, one sack belongs to you. Just as we agreed, you can pay me what you have and the rest you can pay at your own time." Nero said, completely disregarding the middle-aged man.

"It appears master has misunderstood me." The middle-aged man saw that Nero had completely ignored him and said as he cupped his hands across his chest and lowered his head, "I am a blacksmith and the skin of flaming boars are good for making strong durable armor. I intended to pay for all three sacks for more than the normal price."

Flaming boars are level two ferocious beasts with strong skin. When Nero hunted these beasts, a good number of them had vague cuts on their bodies but none of them were serious enough to cause them to lose blood. Hence why some mortals request the help of a martial artist to hunt down flaming boars. Even among martial artists, the value of armors and weapons crafted from the hides of these beasts can cause them to rave with greed.

Nero blankly responded, "The

remaining sacks belong to you. As long as you keep to your end of the bargain then we have a deal. If each flaming boar costs 100 gold taels, then the two sacks which contain four boars in each sack should sum up to 800 gold taels. Are you still interested?"

800 hundred gold taels!?

Was this a robbery of some sort?

Who in their right minds could casually bring out 800 gold taels? Even if it was the right price for the flaming boars, it was still a lot of gold taels!