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The remaining five Martial Artists rubbed their eyes vigorously.

Ten Left Legs?!

However.

Those Ten Left Legs only lasted a second.

Then vanished.

But they had truly existed.

And the next moment.

Shua!

The corpse stirred.

The leg that had reverted to one once again became ten.

"Holy shit!"

"It's haunted!"

"Run!!!"

Seeing this.

The other five's faces twisted in terror.

Without a second thought.

They spun around and bolted toward the valley exit.

Jiang Fu's eyes, however, lit up.

Multiplying the corpse by ten.

Hadn't consumed any Spirit Power.

It seemed his earlier guess was off.

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

Right now, though this Martial Artist was dead, his surging blood energy hadn't dissipated yet.

Multiplying by ten required no Spirit Power.

His own Spirit Power wasn't breaking through any resistance either.

It was the fuel for the Multiply by Ten ability.

Applying it to lifeless objects or weak lifeforms cost no Spirit Power.

Applying it to a powerful living being required his Spirit Power as the driving force.

But...

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

Yet consuming his own Spirit Power meant the ability was now truly his!

A smile flickered in Jiang Fu's eyes.

But he didn't hesitate.

His Spirit Power.

Locked onto the bald young man at the back of the pack.

"Left foot toes, quantity multiplied by ten! Duration, one second!"

Crack!!

The sound of toe bones shattering rang out.

"Ahhh—!"

The bald young man screamed.

His body stumbled and crashed to the ground.

Instantly hitting the dirt.

Then.

Nine fruit knives in succession shot up from the ground.

Piercing straight into his mouth.

Puff puff puff—

After a series of thuds.

The bald man flopped forward, silent and still.

The other four Martial Artists immediately noticed his fate.

"Dead!"

The Westerners' hearts grew even more terrified.

And what frightened them even more was—

The instant the bald man died, His left leg turned into ten!

Ten left legs!

Another ten left legs!

The Westerners felt their scalps go numb and their blood run cold.

That unknown terror instantly seized their hearts.

In a flash, They pushed their speed to the limit, Fleeing the small valley as fast as they could, Vanishing in a puff of smoke.

At that moment, Zhao Dapeng also saw this.

He screamed in panic, "Wait for me! Wait for me!"

Seeing his companions escape the valley, He staggered, trying to get up.

But ten left legs...

Lined up in a row, like a peacock spreading its tail...

The moment Zhao Dapeng rose, All ten left legs stepped forward at once.

Then—

Thud!

The ten left legs tripped over each other.

Zhao Dapeng crashed back to the ground.

"What's going on? What's going on?!"

"My legs—why are there so many of them?!"

At this point, Even though Zhao Dapeng had fought countless battles and killed without number, He couldn't accept this.

But in the next moment, Zhao Dapeng's eyes shot wide open.

He saw a very familiar Battle Knife flying through the air, Swinging straight down at his head.

"Who?!"

Zhao Dapeng cried out in shock and rage.

Then he instantly raised the Battle Knife in his right hand and slashed back.

"Ahhh—!"

Yet, In the next instant, An even more piercing scream tore from Zhao Dapeng's mouth.

His entire body convulsed from the searing pain.

Those ten left legs, spread like a peacock's tail, Shook wildly, as if struck by epilepsy.

Ten left legs.

Ten left feet.

Five Hundred Toes!

All crushed at once by the war boots.

Tenfold Joy.

The flying Battle Knife.

Sliced cleanly across Zhao Dapeng's neck.

Pfft—

Thud, thud!

Thump!

As his head tumbled to the ground.

Zhao Dapeng was dead.

This time.

The Combat Suit's neck guard hadn't saved his head.

Jiang Fu's Spirit Power stirred slightly.

That pitch-black Battle Knife, gleaming with a biting chill, floated before him.

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

Heavy in the hand.

When Jiang Fu reached for the Battle Knife.

He almost dropped it, caught off guard.

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

He stared at the blade, gleaming with a cold edge under the sunlight.

Not a single drop of blood clung to it.

Jiang Fu swallowed hard.

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

"In my past life, sixty thousand wouldn't buy a knife like this!"

"...No, it's not that the knife is expensive—it's that I'm poor."

Jiang Fu used his Spirit Power to take the knife from his hand.

The normally unwieldy blade felt effortless under Spirit Power's control.

Not far away.

The Battle Knives from the other two corpses also came to Jiang Fu.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

"One low-grade Battle Knife, priced at sixty-six thousand six hundred sixty-six..."

"Multiply by Ten, that's thirty Battle Knives."

"But these are second-hand, so they won't sell for full price."

Jiang Fu's Spirit Power stirred again.

He stripped the Combat Suits and other gear from the three bodies.

Piling them in front of him.

Three Combat Suits.

Three Battle Knives.

Three phones.

One field backpack.

A handful of Energy Pills to replenish stamina, a dozen unopened bottles of water.

And some small items like lighters and cigarettes.

Jiang Fu looked at the pile and understood immediately.

These seven hadn't come by chance—they'd come specifically to kill him.

Probably because they thought the mission was too easy.

So they hadn't brought much gear.

"Looks like my head's worth a pretty penny, enough for seven Martial Artists to make a special trip."

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

Earlier, he'd been too busy staying alive.

To deal with them.

"I'm a good man—I can't forget kindness, and I sure can't forget the debt of upbringing!"

Jiang Fu muttered under his breath.

"When I get back, I'll find them a decent nursing home for paralysis patients, let them live out their days... sigh, I'm practically a saint of mercy."

With that thought, Jiang Fu's gaze fell back onto the gear in front of him.

"There isn't much here, but if I Multiply by Ten... my Vitality Pills are as good as mine!"

"No, can't rush this."

Jiang Fu's mind stayed ice-cold.

"Besides, the Westerner is still alive... and Old Wu is still hiding in the shadows."

"If I take this stuff back and word leaks out, reaches their ears..."

Killing wasn't the issue.

These people had come to kill Jiang Fu.

Getting killed in return was no one's fault but their own.

But!

Those ten thick, muscular legs.

That kind of thing.

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

"I still have to lie low and play the snake in the grass."

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

Jiang Fu couldn't be sure.

What would happen if his ability was exposed.

But in the end.

Weakness was the original sin.

When you're strong, you can do whatever you want.

When you're weak, it's best to tuck your tail and stay hidden.

"Still... even if they did talk, people would probably think they were crazy."

"Ten Left Legs? Who'd believe that?"

"But no matter what, those people, and that Old Wu, absolutely cannot be left alive!"

"If I could torture them a bit before they die, that'd be even better."

"Ten heads, ten legs, ten of this and that..."

Jiang Fu's gaze grew darker.

"Once I've killed them all, with no one left to complain, I can sell their stuff openly..."

Just then.

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

A short message appeared.

How's it going?

Jiang Fu frowned.

A blade flashed.

He crushed all three phones.

Then tossed the wreckage onto the three naked corpses lying nearby.

Phones.

They definitely had some kind of tracking device inside.

Jiang Fu wasn't stupid enough to carry the enemy's phone on him.

"I need to deal with the bodies too."

Jiang Fu went deep into the valley.

Found a large exposed rock.

Spread some dry grass and dead branches on top.

Then threw the three bodies onto it.

After that, he pulled a lighter from his backpack.

It was heavy in the hand, with an exquisite design.

Clearly a high-end item.

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

Jiang Fu used his Spirit Power to control the lighter and lit the pile of dry grass.

"Flame temperature multiplied by ten!"

"Flame burn speed multiplied by ten!"

Whoosh—

Flames burned at over a thousand degrees.

In an instant, the corpse was reduced to ashes.

After the flames died out completely, Jiang Fu looked at the ashes on the ground.

"Wind speed, multiplied by ten. Last three seconds."

Whoosh—

A strong gust swept through.

The ashes rose up.

Gone without a trace.