The legendary warrior

Afterward, Jasper and Mike left to explore the Passage World together, intending to fight the devils they encountered with just
the two of them. In this way, they would get used to killing devils as a pair, and they would learn to fight like one unit in the future.
"Farewell, Ricky. See you in two years,"
said Jasper as he lightly patted him on the shoulder.
"See you! And take care of yourself!"
Ricky replied as a small smile tugged at his lips.
He then turned back to Enoch and the others and bade them farewell too.
"I see. So both of them have got the inheritance of the Law of Universe, and the only difference is that one has got the positive
part and the other the negative part. Even though we don't want to see them fight, we can't do anything about it. However, if they
all take the road of martial arts of the Eight Diagrams, who will become the Eight Diagrams' real master?" As they continued on
their journey, Ricky told Mordechai and Ella what had happened in the array, and the two couldn't help but sigh.
"I don't know. It depends on their luck, and of course, on how much they can improve,"
answered Ricky with a shrug. "Anyway, let's continue hunting those devils. We only have less than four hundred points at
present. That's far from enough."
"You're right. It's time to shake a leg, guys!"
Mordechai agreed enthusiastically.
After that, the three of them did as Ryland had said, and they began to hunt devils that were at the same strength as them.
During this time, all three rapidly grew stronger in terms of their realm, fighting power, and understanding of the road of martial
arts.
The three of them displayed great competence and accumulated five thousand points in just three months. That would allow one
of them to become a disciple of the Misty South Palace.
Accumulating fifteen thousand points in two years would probably be a piece of cake for them.

But Ricky didn't intend to become a simple disciple of the Misty South Palace. He wanted to become a core disciple, and that
meant he had to gain at least ten thousand points. Of course, that was the floor limit because other talented disciples would
undoubtedly collect more points. He figured he must reach thirty thousand to forty thousand points so that he could at least reach
the top ten.
For that goal, two years was too short.
Mordechai and Ella were well-aware of the situation as well. One of them said, "We have to kill a multitude of devils at once. If
we don't, we'll run out of time, and you might not become a core disciple."
"That's what I was thinking as well. However, it's almost impossible to kill an upper spiritual emperor or a demi-saint of the devil
race,"
Ricky murmured, deep in thought.
"Guys, I have an idea. Why don't we take out one of the devil race's strongholds?"
suggested Mordechai all of a sudden.
As soon as they heard this, Ricky and Ella nodded pensively. They thought it was a good idea as well.
Since the devils had dwelt within the Passage World for a long time, some of them had built temporary cities, and those cities
became known as strongholds. They were basically makeshift residences for the devil race in the Passage World.
Of course, the creatures from the continent had also done the same. They, too, had their strongholds in this world.
"But the three of us aren't strong enough to take out a whole stronghold of the devil race. We need stronger allies,"
Mordechai said. "What do you think about Enoch and his two companions? Ryland can help us find them, and we can try asking
them for help."
"Enoch and his companions? Hmm...how shall I put it? I see them as acquaintances rather than trusted allies right now," Ricky
hemmed and hawed. It seemed that he wanted to refuse, but he did it in such a roundabout way.
"But besides them, we don't have anyone else. We can call Jasper and Mike, but I don't think we should disturb them,"
murmured Mordechai pensively.

"Actually, I can think of some people. If it's okay with you, we can contact them,"
suggested Ricky.
"Who do you have in mind?"
Ella asked curiously.
"I thought we could ask Claire and Peter," Ricky answered slowly, studying their faces to see if they agreed with him.
"Those two, huh?" Mordechai fell silent for a moment before he nodded thoughtfully. "I guess that's a good choice. After all, you
have the king's inheritance while Claire has the queen's. Since they are from the same bloodline, you would surely fight well
together.
Plus, I think Claire has a crush on you!"
Mordechai laughed as he spoke, teasing Ricky.
On the other side, a small smile fought to grace Ella's lips, even as she tried to hide it.
"Hey, don't make fun of me!"
Ricky cried out in protest, although he, too, was smiling.
"Now that I think about it, you seem to trust that woman very much,"
the Dragon Intent Grass chimed in at this moment.
"I think she can be trusted since she can give the king's inheritance to me,"
Ricky said. "Of course, we still need to tread cautiously. We can't let our guard down."
"Of course."
Now that everyone agreed, all that was left to do was contact Claire.
Ricky could get in touch with her any time because they had each other's contact information. And even if they didn't, the
connection between the king's and queen's inheritances allowed them to communicate with each other any time they wished to.

But, surprisingly, just as Ricky was about to contact Claire through the king's inheritance, a message came from the queen's.
Needless to say, Claire contacted him too.
She was the only person who could send messages through the heavenly illusion power in Ricky's body, after all.
"Maybe she wants to ask for my help too..." Ricky uttered in surprise.
What a coincidence! They sent a message to each other at the same time. Indeed, they were like two peas in a pod!
Wasting no more time, Ricky accepted the message at once.
But the light smile on his face grew dim as soon as he heard about Claire's current predicament.
"Is something wrong?"
asked Mordechai when he saw the gloomy expression on Ricky's face.
"I just received a message from Claire. Apparently, they are in the Short Devil tribe's stronghold, surrounded by enemies,"
replied Ricky, looking slightly worried.
"The Short Devil tribe!" Ella gasped. "The members of the Mu Clan are so daring. I wonder why they attacked the Short Devil
tribe's stronghold. The Short Devil tribe may not be one of the eight major tribes of the devil race, but they are still top devils.
And besides, the Short Devil tribe is not any weaker than those eight major devil tribes because they have a special ability.
Since devils are born to kill, almost none of them can cast weapons, except for the Short Devil tribe."
"That's right. The Short Devil tribe has created ninety percent of the devil race's weapons. They have a significant role, so the
other devil tribes must have sent some of their powerful warriors to keep them safe. I don't understand why Claire and her
companions would do something so stupid!" remarked Mordechai with a perplexed frown.
"It doesn't matter what their reasons were. We have to go and help them,"
Ricky piped in at this moment. His words were firm and determined, so the others didn't dare to protest. "Even though they are
from a different group, we still have to save them. They are from the continent, just like us."

"Well said. I agree,"
said Mordechai as he nodded eagerly.
The next moment, Ricky took Ryland out of the spiritual space tool and asked, "Do you know where the Short Devil tribe's
stronghold in the Passage World is located?"
"Yes, I know about their three strongholds. Which one are you talking about?"
Ryland asked, but his answer elicited more questions from the group.
"What? Are you saying that the Short Devil tribe has three strongholds?"
Ricky and the other two gaped at Ryland in shock.
"Indeed," Ryland nodded.
"What should we do?" Mordechai asked through telepathy. "Should we separate and go to the three strongholds by ourselves?
But we can't save them alone. It's too dangerous."
"No. We should stay together,"
Ricky protested. "Don't worry. I have a way."
He then went on to create two Shadowy Replications and then turned to Ryland.
"Can you ask your two other companions to head to the two strongholds? My two Shadowy Replications will accompany them.
And then you can take us to the third stronghold,"
Ricky instructed.
"But the Short Devil tribe's strongholds are incredibly dangerous. I don't think we should risk our lives like this," protested Ryland
with a shake of his head.
"I know, but we have no other choice. Please, take us there,"
insisted Ricky once more. "If you take us there, I will free the five of you as soon as we resolve this matter. I give you my word."
Hearing Ricky's words, Ryland grew quiet as he pondered about whether he should take the risk.

"Come on, man, let's go. We are short on time, and I have to save my friends. I promise you I'll owe you a favor."
Ricky broke the silence when he prodded the other man again, impatient to save the others.
"Fine, fine. I'll take you there."
Seeing the determination in Ricky's eyes, Ryland couldn't refuse him.