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The five remaining martial artists rubbed their eyes hard.

Ten left legs?!

But...

Those ten left legs lasted only a second.

Then they vanished.

Yet they had truly existed.

And the next moment...

Whoosh!

The corpse twitched.

Its left leg, which had returned to normal, became ten again.

"Holy shit!"

"It's haunted!"

"Run!!!"

At the sight...

The other five men's expressions changed drastically.

They didn't hesitate.

They turned and sprinted out of the valley.

Jiang Fu's eyes, however, lit up.

Using Multiply by Ten on a corpse...

Hadn't consumed any spirit power.

It seemed his earlier theory had been a little off.

It wasn't so-called blood energy resistance, but life itself.

Although this martial artist was dead, his vast blood energy hadn't immediately dissipated.

Yet Multiply by Ten hadn't required any spirit power.

His spirit power wasn't breaking through some supposed resistance, either.

It was the power source for Multiply by Ten.

Multiplying lifeless objects or weak living beings by ten required no spirit power.

Multiplying powerful living beings by ten required his own spirit power as fuel.

But...

If it consumed nothing, that meant the Multiply by Ten ability still belonged to the system.

But if it consumed his own spirit power, that meant the Multiply by Ten ability already belonged to him!

A smile shone in Jiang Fu's eyes.

Yet he didn't hesitate.

His spirit power...

Locked onto the bald young man bringing up the rear.

"Left toes, Multiply Quantity by Ten! Duration, one second!"

Crack!!

The sound of toe bones shattering rang out.

"Aaargh—"

The bald young man screamed.

He stumbled and fell to the ground.

His body instantly hit the ground.

Then...

Nine fruit knives shot out of the ground in succession.

They plunged into his mouth in an instant.

Thud, thud, thud—

After a series of muffled sounds...

Bald Head lay facedown, utterly lifeless.

The four martial artists immediately noticed what had happened to Bald Head.

"He's dead!"

Terror swelled in their hearts.

And what frightened them even more was...

The instant Bald Head died...

His left leg became ten!

Ten left legs!

Ten left legs again!

Their scalps prickled, and their blood seemed to flow backward.

Fear of the unknown instantly seized their hearts.

In an instant...

Their speed surged to its limit.

They fled the little valley as fast as they could.

And disappeared in a flash.

By then...

Zhao Dapeng had seen it too.

He cried out in terror, "Wait for me! Wait for me!"

Seeing his companions flee the valley...

He struggled to get up as well.

But those ten left legs...

Spread out in a row like a peacock's tail...

Zhao Dapeng had barely risen.

When all ten left legs stepped forward at once.

Then...

Thump!

His ten left legs tangled together.

Zhao Dapeng fell to the ground again.

"What's happening? What's happening?!"

"My legs! Why do I have so many legs?!"

At that moment...

Even though Zhao Dapeng had survived countless battles and killed countless people...

He couldn't accept something like this.

But the very next moment...

Zhao Dapeng's eyes suddenly widened.

He saw a very familiar battle knife flying through the air.

It came slashing straight down toward his head.

"Who's there?!"

Zhao Dapeng shouted in shock and fury.

Then he abruptly raised the battle knife in his right hand and slashed at it.

"Aaargh—"

However...

In the very next instant...

An even more agonized scream burst from Zhao Dapeng's mouth.

His whole body convulsed with excruciating pain.

Those ten left legs, spread like a peacock's tail...

Thrashed wildly as though he were having a seizure.

Ten left legs.

Ten left feet.

Five hundred toes!

All crushed inside his combat boots at once!

Tenfold Joy.

The flying battle knife...

Sliced across Zhao Dapeng's neck with ease.

Splat—

Rumble, roll!

Thump!

As his head fell...

Zhao Dapeng died!

This time...

The neck guard on his combat suit hadn't saved his head.

Jiang Fu stirred his spirit power slightly.

The pitch-black battle knife, gleaming with a chilling light, floated over to him.

The battle knife was about three feet long, a palm wide, and a palm thick.

It was heavy in his hand.

When Jiang Fu reached out to take it...

A moment's carelessness nearly made him drop it.

"Holy shit, this knife weighs at least a hundred jin!"

He looked at the blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Not a drop of blood clung to its edge.

Jiang Fu swallowed.

"This thing only sells for sixty-six thousand six hundred and sixty-six?!"

"In my last life, sixty-odd thousand couldn't buy a knife like this!"

"...Yeah, it's not that the knife is expensive. I'm just poor."

Jiang Fu used his spirit power to take the knife from his hand.

The extraordinarily heavy battle knife moved effortlessly under the control of his spirit power.

Not far away...

The battle knives beside the other two corpses also flew over to Jiang Fu.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

"One low-tier battle knife is priced at sixty-six thousand six hundred and sixty-six..."

"Multiply them by ten, and that's thirty battle knives."

"But these are all secondhand. They probably won't fetch the original price."

Jiang Fu stirred his spirit power slightly.

He stripped the three corpses of their combat suits and other equipment.

And piled everything in front of him.

Three combat suits.

Three battle knives.

Three phones.

One field backpack.

A pile of energy pills for replenishing physical strength, and a dozen or so unopened bottles of mineral water.

There were also lighters, cigarettes, and other small items.

Looking at the things before him, Jiang Fu immediately understood.

These seven hadn't tried to kill him on a whim. They had come specifically to kill him.

Probably because they thought the task was too easy...

They hadn't brought much equipment.

"Looks like my head's worth quite a bit, enough for seven martial artists to make a special trip."

"Guo Fangdong, Ge Yanxia, and Guo Xiaofeng... just you wait."

Earlier, he had been too busy staying alive.

He'd had no time to deal with them.

"I'm a good person. I can't be ungrateful, much less forget the kindness of those who raised me!"

Jiang Fu muttered to himself.

"Once I get back, I'll find them a nursing home for the paralyzed with about the same conditions and surroundings, where they can spend the rest of their lives... Ah, I really am the world's greatest saint."

With that thought in mind.

Jiang Fu's gaze returned to the equipment before him.

"There isn't much here, but if I use Multiply by Eleven... I'll have the money for my Vitality Pills!"

"No, I can't rush this."

Jiang Fu kept a cool head throughout.

"The other four are still alive... and there's Old Wu hiding in the shadows."

"If I take these things back and word leaks out to them..."

The killings weren't really an issue.

These people had all come to kill Jiang Fu.

They had no one to blame if he killed them instead.

But!

Those ten thick, long legs.

Something like that.

Absolutely could not be linked to Jiang Fu in any way.

"I still need to lie low and be a Sixth Brother."

"Using Multiply by Ten on a Martial Artist's body parts—either I don't use it, or I silence everyone who sees it!"

Jiang Fu couldn't be sure.

What consequences exposing his ability would bring.

But in any case.

Weakness was the original sin.

Once he was strong, he could do whatever he wanted.

While he was weak, he had best keep his tail tucked and lie low.

"But something like this... even if they told anyone, they'd probably be taken for lunatics."

"Ten Left Legs. Who would believe that?"

"But no matter what, those people, and Old Wu too, absolutely cannot be allowed to live!"

"If I can torment them some more before they die, that would be even better."

"Ten heads, ten legs, ten XXs, and so on..."

Jiang Fu's gaze grew increasingly malicious.

"Once I've killed them all and there's no one left to complain, I can sell their things openly too..."

Just then.

One of the phones in front of him suddenly lit up.

A brief message appeared.

[How did it go?]

Jiang Fu frowned.

A blade flashed before him.

It pulverized all three phones.

Then he tossed the remains farther away, onto the three naked corpses.

Phones were the sort of thing.

That were bound to have some special tracking device inside.

Jiang Fu wasn't stupid enough to carry his enemies' phones around.

"I need to deal with the bodies too."

Deep in the valley, Jiang Fu.

Found a massive exposed rock.

Only after spreading some dry grass and dead branches over it.

Did he toss the three bodies onto it.

Then Jiang Fu took a lighter out of his backpack.

It felt heavy in his hand and was finely crafted.

Clearly, it was a high-end piece.

"This lighter alone is probably worth quite a bit."

Jiang Fu controlled the lighter with his Spirit Power and ignited the pile of dry grass.

"Flame temperature multiplied by ten!"

"Flame burning speed multiplied by ten!"

Whoosh—

The flames burned at over a thousand degrees.

They reduced the bodies to ashes in an instant.

Once the flames had died out completely.

Jiang Fu looked at the ashes on the ground.

"Wind speed, Multiply by Ten! Last for three seconds."

Whoosh—

A strong gust swept through.

The ashes rose into the air.

And vanished without a trace.