Mark Benson grinned, looking relaxed and at ease, but in truth, murderous intent had arisen in his heart—he really didn’t want to let this black martial artist go.

Damn, not only had he almost killed his own father, he even wanted to finish off Old Ma.

How could this be tolerated?

Even if he could endure it, his own mother couldn’t—she’d definitely make her son beat this bastard to death.

Little Mark wasn’t a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle; he was the Divine Fist Fast Horse elementary school student.

Mark Benson’s body swayed, and Black Moon hurriedly changed his move, only to find that Little Mark hadn’t moved at all.

Mark Benson’s body swayed again, Black Moon raised his guard, but still, Little Mark didn’t move.

Mark Benson swayed once more, and Black Moon cursed, “Looking for death!”

He stepped forward, wanting to attack by force, but the tearing pain at his back door made this black martial artist quickly slow his steps.

This time, Mark Benson didn’t feint—he closed in, then rolled away like a lazy donkey, dodging far off.

Black Moon, gritting his teeth through the stabbing pain, struck again, but once more hit nothing but air.

Exerting too much force left this infamous black martial artist from the Black List feeling completely out of sorts.

Mark Benson closed in again, launching another move—Hammering the Heavenly Gate.

This move came incredibly fast.

This time, Sirius Black Moon didn’t have time to defend, and was struck squarely in the face. His whole head rang with a thunderous boom, and then he felt nothing at all.

Little Mark succeeded with one move, leapt up, and stomped hard on Black Moon’s forehead, causing this fierce black martial artist—who had made it into the Empire’s top 300 most wanted—to bleed from all seven orifices, and slowly collapse to the ground.

After landing, Mark Benson had only one thought: “Civilian martial arts are just too weak—every fight takes at least three moves.”

If Sirius Black Moon knew he’d died so miserably under the Elementary School Student’s Fitness Twelve Forms, and that people even complained he died too slowly, he’d definitely fly into a rage and beat up Reincarnation Resource, then be sent to reincarnate into a “good womb.”

On the pale blue light screen of the Tianwu System, a message popped up: Killed Qinglong Society martial artist Sirius Black Moon, reward: 1250 martial arts points! Acquired enemy’s martial arts: Great Marrow Extraction Palm, Sirius Sword Style, Howling Moon Fist. Would you like to learn them?

Mark Benson wasn’t interested in these martial arts. First, their level wasn’t high—they all came from a third-rate university, Xingxiu Sea University. Second, their origins would be hard to explain.

Anyway, now that he’d gotten into a top university, there were plenty of superior martial arts to learn—he’d never run out. He casually clicked “No.”

The system popped up a second message: Host declined to learn Great Marrow Extraction Palm; this martial art has been converted to 550 martial arts points. Host declined to learn Sirius Sword Style; this martial art has been converted to 1790 martial arts points. Host declined to learn Howling Moon Fist; this martial art has been converted to 850 martial arts points.

“This guy really is a treasure trove!”

Mark Benson muttered, then sent a message to Vera Clark.

Ma Daqiang had been rescued until now, and it was already late at night. By this time, the hospital was long deserted. The fight between Mark Benson and Black Moon was swift and sudden, like lightning—over in a flash. The only noise was Black Moon’s howl; no one saw anything.

Earth in 3022... was a world without surveillance everywhere.

Although technology in this world had gone off in a different direction, it was still a thousand years ahead of 21st-century Earth. Surveillance cameras had been invented centuries ago.

But because martial artists strongly opposed them, they weren’t installed in every corner of the city. Except for some special government agencies, nowhere else had these things.

In his previous life, Mark Benson had been a journalist, so he was naturally cautious.

Besides, killing a black martial artist wasn’t really that much of an honor—he didn’t want to claim the credit.

He didn’t even have any interest in searching the corpse.

After waiting about ten minutes, Vera Clark led a group of agents rushing into the hospital. When she saw the dead Sirius Black Moon, she couldn’t help but gasp inwardly.

Chapter 11: Desperate Ma

Vera Clark dared to say in front of Mark Benson, “We’re here to deal with criminals, not to spar with people. If I ran into Black Moon, I’d shoot him dead.”

But if she really did encounter this black martial artist who made it onto the Empire’s most wanted list, Vera Clark honestly didn’t have that kind of confidence. Black martial artists weren’t unarmed—they had weapons too, you know?

“To be able to beat Sirius Black Moon to death, and end the fight so cleanly and decisively—this person’s martial arts must be at least level eighteen or above!”

“The forensic doctor who examined Dark Star John Carter said he was killed by the Elementary School Student’s Fitness Twelve Forms. The three wounds on his body were from the first move, Double Push Palm, the second move, Hammering the Heavenly Gate, and the third wound was suspected to be Sweeping Across a Thousand Troops…”

“Black Moon had two wounds, both seemed to be Hammering the Heavenly Gate. The wound on his forehead looked like it was from Splitting Mount Hua, same as the wound on Dark Star John Carter’s head—turning a fist move into a leg technique.”

“These two black martial artists were almost certainly killed by the same person.”

Vera Clark stood up, waved at Mark Benson, and asked, “Little Mark, tell me everything you saw.”

Mark Benson said in a low voice, “I heard a scream, and only then noticed someone running madly toward the hospital entrance, but I didn’t see anyone else.”

“Before that…”

Vera Clark grew impatient and snapped, “Hurry up and speak, don’t dawdle.”