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The terrain in this little valley was complex.
It was now mid-March.
Dry grass, trees, and fresh vegetation formed a natural barrier.
After entering the valley, the seven men slowed their pace.
They watched their surroundings with wary caution.
This was the true Wilderness Area.
And in a valley with terrain this complex, mutated beasts could appear at any moment.
Jiang Fu lay prone behind cover.
Using his spirit power, he carefully observed every movement of the seven martial artists.
At that moment.
The seven men had already suppressed their blood energy, their bodies almost blending into their surroundings.
Even the sounds they made as they moved had been reduced to a minimum.
Had Jiang Fu not been a psychic master.
Tracking their bodies with his spirit power.
He would never have spotted them with his eyes alone.
These seven have far more wilderness survival experience than I do!
Jiang Fu gritted his teeth.
Although he already had a plan, he did not act rashly.
Earlier, while Scarface had been moving at high speed.
Jiang Fu had attacked with what was practically an ambush, yet failed to harm so much as a hair on him.
And now.
All seven men were on their guard.
Jiang Fu's nine little fruit knives had even less chance of hurting them.
Luckily, I'm a psychic master. In terrain like this, I have an absolute advantage.
Jiang Fu's mind grew calmer.
In his mind.
He recalled how his first fruit knife had shattered into fragments upon striking his opponent's throat.
Jiang Fu looked at the battle knife in his opponent's hand.
He tried touching it with his spirit power.
Only to discover, to his surprise.
That the battle knife carried blood energy identical to its wielder's.
It repelled Jiang Fu's spirit power.
I can't snatch it away. There's no way!
No wonder Supervisor Shen couldn't be bothered to recruit me... psychic masters really aren't as powerful as I'd imagined!
The martial arts experts in the television shows of his previous life.
Could kill with plucked flowers and leaves.
Yet here he was, using knives.
And he couldn't even cut through the rag around his opponent's neck!
At that thought.
Jiang Fu became even more cautious deep down.
I absolutely can't let them find me... otherwise, these seven will definitely break my limbs first, then snap my neck...
Jiang Fu lay behind a small hollow in the ground.
Not daring to move a muscle.
Just then.
Zhao Dapeng lowered his head to glance at his left leg.
Then spoke quietly with the other six.
"At that brat's speed, this is the farthest he could have gotten in that time!"
"Within fifty li, this valley is the only place he could hide."
"He has to be hiding here!"
"Split up and search first... if we really can't find him, burn the valley!"
"Force him out!"
The valley was not large.
Its terrain was complex, with lush vegetation.
There were also plenty of dens left behind by mutated beasts.
If someone hid inside, he would indeed be difficult to find.
The seven exchanged glances.
Then slowly spread out.
Heading deeper into the valley.
Hearing their conversation.
Jiang Fu's heart tightened.
No, I can't just sit here waiting to die. I have to make a move...
Hmm?
Suddenly.
Jiang Fu noticed a detail.
Scarface kept lowering his head to look at his left leg.
His left leg...
His left leg!
That's right. Multiplying his left leg by ten must have left him traumatized.
Jiang Fu's eyes lit up.
A glint of malice flashed through them.
"Multiply the number of left legs by ten!"
This time, there was no time limit.
Permanent multiply by ten!
The instant the words left his mouth.
Jiang Fu watched.
As the spirit power value on the attribute panel before him dropped by ten points.
From 999 to 989.
Permanent multiply by ten and timed multiply by ten consume different amounts of spirit power.
Multiplying by ten for 0.1 seconds consumes one point of spirit power.
Permanent multiply by ten consumes ten points of spirit power.
At the instant of multiplication, I didn't feel any resistance or obstruction.
No, something's strange. Something feels off.
Keep experimenting.
That was Jiang Fu's preliminary conclusion.
The next instant.
"What's happening?!!!"
"My legs, my legs!!!"
"Why are there more again?!!!"
Just as Zhao Dapeng looked at his left leg for the eleventh time.
He suddenly let out a terrified, piercing scream.
Then collapsed to the ground.
Staring at his left legs in utter horror.
Zhao Dapeng's left leg had become ten legs once again!
Including the trouser legs and the shoes on his feet.
"What's happening?!"
Bald Head and the other five heard Zhao Dapeng's scream.
Their hearts jolted.
They hurried toward him.
Jiang Fu locked his spirit power onto a tall, thin man among them.
"Multiply the number of toes on his left foot by ten! For one second!"
As the words fell.
Jiang Fu's spirit power dropped by another point.
From 989 to 988.
As for the tall, thin man sprinting toward Zhao Dapeng.
He stumbled.
And fell straight to the ground.
His face turned an unnatural, purplish red.
A piercing scream escaped his mouth as well.
"Aah!"
"My foot..."
Thwip!
Thwip!
Thwip!
The instant the tall, thin man opened his mouth.
Nine fruit knives suddenly shot out of the ground in front of him!
The nine flying knives formed an almost continuous line.
At an incredible speed.
Under the man's terrified, despairing gaze.
They plunged into his mouth.
And shot out through the back of his head.
The tall, thin man's eyes went wide.
His mouth opened and closed weakly a few times.
Then he collapsed to the ground, utterly still and silent.
It really works!
Jiang Fu's eyes lit up.
Multiply the number of toes by ten!
From five to fifty!
Yet the combat boot on his foot had not changed size!
That boot was made from special materials!
In an instant.
The multiplied toes had been crushed by the combat boot.
That immense pain.
Was unbearable even for a martial artist.
I've killed someone...
Looking at the fallen martial artist.
Jiang Fu merely frowned, without feeling much of anything.
After all, he had memories of dying twice in his head.
He himself had already died twice.
Killing someone, especially someone who wanted to kill him.
Did not seem to make him particularly uncomfortable.
The next instant.
Jiang Fu's spirit power.
Touched the battle knife that had fallen to the ground.
With the martial artist's death, the blood energy on the battle knife had dissipated as well.
It no longer repelled Jiang Fu's spirit power.
The battle knife instantly vanished from where it lay.
"...Let's try another experiment."
"Multiply the number of left legs by ten, for one second!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
The dead martial artist's left leg instantly became ten.
Yet Jiang Fu's spirit power had not been depleted in the slightest.
Just then.
Several other martial artists heard the commotion nearby.
They hurried over to investigate.
At a glance, they saw that the corpse's left leg had become ten.
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