My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot

Chapter 466 - 428: The Truth About Martial Artists

"The worthless don’t deserve to live in this world."

The delicate voice gradually grew louder, ringing with cold indifference and mockery.

Gleaming leather shoes stepped over the corpse on the floor and moved slowly toward the exit. The tall, straight-backed figure passed through a set of opulent doors.

"Dispose of it."

The men flanking the door immediately clasped their fists in salute and hurried into the room.

"Toad, we’re short-handed right now. This will just scare everyone off," Centipede said, his voice filled with disapproval as he glanced at the weapon on Toad’s hip.

Morale in the organization had been low lately. Some had started refusing their medication and were secretly practicing the Body Refining Boxing Technique. This was a huge blow to the Shadow Master’s authority.

Before he could even finish, a gun was pressed against his head.

"Are you telling me how to do my job?"

Centipede’s heart pounded in terror, his expression turning grim. He warned, "Toad, don’t you dare go too far!"

"Heh... I was conquering worlds with The Holy Lord while you were still playing in the mud." Toad slowly lowered his weapon and started walking away, leaving Centipede with a final, vicious glare.

"Lord Centipede, Lord Toad hasn’t been in a good mood lately. Please try to bear with him..." a nearby Shadow Killer stepped forward and whispered.

Centipede sneered. "He’s just jealous. He sees all these talentless hacks becoming Martial Artists, and he can’t stand it."

The emergence of the Body Refining Boxing Technique completely upended decades of the Shadow Master’s plans. It made the drugs they’d spent years developing utterly worthless.

Now, Aurora Sinclair had accomplished what The Holy Lord had always dreamed of. She had become a beacon of hope for all those so-called "talentless" Martial Artists. It’s also thrown those of us who suffered through the drugs in the early days completely off-balance.

Centipede’s fingers clenched into a tight fist, the viciousness in his eyes hardening into murderous intent.

***

After The Martial Affairs Bureau issued its statement, a growing number of Martial Artists realized that someone was targeting the Body Refining Boxing Technique.

This drove even more people to practice the Body Refining Boxing Technique. Some of the more extreme ones even posted taunts online: "We’re all supporters of the Body Refining Boxing Technique! If you’ve got the guts, come and kill us all!"

Then, two days later, shocking news broke online: many people who practiced the Body Refining Boxing Technique had been mysteriously murdered.

A message was scrawled in blood next to their bodies: "The worthless don’t deserve to be Martial Artists."

That same day, the term "Martial Artist" started trending.

No matter how many times the people from The Martial World tried to delete it, someone would repost the term, and it would instantly go viral again.

[What’s a Martial Artist? Can someone explain? @Veridian Martial Alliance]

[The term is "Martial *Artist*." The key must be the "artist" part, which implies a higher level of skill, of *cultivation*. Can the Body Refining Boxing Technique really make you into one?]

[Isn’t it weird? The Martial Alliance only used to accept members at the Martial Master Level or higher, but very few people ever reach that rank. If they’re supposed to be an association for all Martial Artists, why don’t they let all Martial Artists join?]

[The poster above is onto something. My wild guess: becoming a martial master is the gateway to becoming a true Martial Artist...]

...

Online speculation was running rampant, and more and more people were tagging The Martial Alliance.

It was clear the secret was out; the affairs of The Martial World were about to be exposed to the public.

Aurora Sinclair received a secret message from The Holy Mountain.

It contained a single line: [Assassinate the Shadow Master of The Shadow Organization.]

Aurora Sinclair immediately destroyed the message, her expression grim.

’Instead of calming the public and explaining what a Martial Artist is, they’re using this situation to push me into a direct confrontation with The Shadow Organization.’

’What a brilliant move by the Winslow Clan!’

"Aurora, since they want to hide in the shadows and reap the rewards, let’s drag them into the light."

"Morgan..." Aurora’s eyes narrowed slightly as she said his name, her voice tinged with worry.

Alvin Morgan looked at the computer in front of him and explained,

"Sooner or later, the Body Refining Boxing Technique is going to turn more people into Martial Artists. The Holy Mountain knows it can’t keep The Martial World a secret forever. They’re pushing you to act now so that after you and The Shadow have torn each other apart, they can make a grand announcement about The Martial World’s existence and position The Holy Mountain as a beacon for all. Aurora, I’ll never let you become their stepping stone..."

With that, his finger slammed down on the enter key.

Instantly, the entire global network was hacked.

An electronic letter appeared on every screen.

It read: [The Truth About Martial Artists—Black]

This reveal came from Black, the King of Hackers and one of the five S-level mercenaries from The International Mercenary Association. Its credibility was rated at 99%.

Martial Artists across the globe were stunned. The Regulators who oversaw the various nations were especially on edge, their hearts in their throats.

The letter’s contents were incredibly detailed, clearly explaining what Martial Artists were and how they differed from ordinary people.

But it was the final sentence that sent The Winslow Clan of The Holy Mountain into a blind rage.

[A tribute to the one who created the Body Refining Boxing Technique. She let all the "talentless" Martial Artists—those who were cast aside by the old rules of The Martial World—know that you are not inferior. You too are the most outstanding of Martial Artists.]

The letter spread like a virus across the internet. Martial Artists from all over the world flocked to the official website of The International Martial Alliance, crashing its servers.

"Delete the information about the contributor of the Cultivation Technique! Now!" roared Liam Winslow, the newly appointed Intermediate Supervisor, from within The International Martial Alliance headquarters.

But Alvin Morgan had already locked the post, making it impossible to delete.

"Sir, it won’t delete! The information is locked by the Intelligent Brain System."

"Damn it! Find a way to delete this post, I don’t care how! The rest of you, find the person who leaked this and kill them!"

’Kael Miles suspected the leaker was Alvin Morgan.’ He suppressed his anxiety and asked with a serious expression, "Lord Winslow, why delete the message on the official site?"

Liam Winslow’s temper was nothing like the restrained Caleb Winslow’s; he was wildly arrogant.

He believed the world belonged to The Winslow Family, and that every person on the planet was a subject of The Winslow Clan.

Hearing this question was like lighting a fuse. His rage exploded, and he unleashed his Power Domain, crushing down on Kael Miles without reservation as he glared at him with dangerous eyes.

"You know damn well why. And you will remember this: this world belongs to The Winslow Family! The Cultivation you possess was a gift from us. Dare to show disrespect, and you will be erased—"

"You wouldn’t dare—"

Kael Miles was enraged. His own Power Domain surged, pushing back fiercely.

The clash of their Powers stunned everyone present.

The nearby Low Rank cultivators were crushed by the pressure of the Martial Venerate Level Power Domains, causing them to vomit blood and pass out. All surrounding electronics were pulverized into scrap.

Kael Miles slapped the alarm, signaling for everyone to evacuate The International Martial Alliance’s tower.

Although Liam Winslow was an Intermediate Supervisor, he was no match for Kael Miles in terms of raw power. Furthermore, Aurora Sinclair had previously explained the principles of the Power of Heaven and Earth to Kael in detail.

Now, his power was infinitesimally close to the level of a Great Martial Venerable; he was just one step away from a breakthrough.

In a contest of Power Domains, Liam Winslow was at a clear disadvantage.

"Kael Miles, you dare disrespect The Winslow Clan? Do you think the Martial God won’t crush you where you stand?"

"If he truly wishes to kill me, then I will accept my fate. But since when did the Martial Artists of this world become slaves to The Winslow Clan?"

Kael Miles’s righteous proclamation echoed throughout The International Martial Alliance, further souring everyone’s opinion of The Winslow Clan.

Kael Miles pressed on, "The Martial God of The Holy Mountain may bear the Winslow name, but in tens of thousands of years, he has never once declared that the world belongs to The Winslow Family. What gives you the right to make such a claim? Are you trying to make decisions in the Martial God’s place?"