Size Unchanged, Volume Multiplied by Ten, Space Backpack!

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Outside the valley.

The Western Martial Artist's speed had peaked.

He didn't stop until he was back at the edge of the Blank Zone.

Bracing his hands on his knees, he gasped for air in ragged bursts.

"Just now... did you all see clearly... what the hell happened!?"

"Left legs! Ten left legs!"

"I'm sure of it—left legs!"

"And then, they all died!"

As he spoke.

The Westerners exchanged glances.

They all saw the fear of the unknown in each other's eyes.

One of them cautiously looked toward a burly man with a face full of scars.

"Brother Hu, what do we do now? Go back?"

Brother Hu gritted his teeth.

"Wait a bit longer!"

"Just now, Jiang Fu's reaction speed and running speed were already close to a mid-tier Martial Artist's level!"

"But his build, his movements, even his running posture—he's basically an ordinary person who isn't even a Martial Artist!"

"He has no idea how to exert force!"

"The Spiritual Fruit Jiang Fu found is definitely not an ordinary Tier 1 one!"

"It's very likely Tier 2, or even Tier 3!"

The other three, upon hearing the words Tier 2 and Tier 3 Spiritual Fruit.

Their breathing instantly grew heavy.

The most common Tier 1 Mist Ripple Fruit had a buyout price of one million from the Martial Artist Guild.

The minimum buyout for a Tier 2 Spiritual Fruit was ten million!

For a Tier 3 Spiritual Fruit, the minimum was one hundred million!

To them, low-level ordinary Martial Artists.

This was undoubtedly a fortune.

Not to mention that Spiritual Fruits also brought great benefits to Martial Artists.

"But... ten left legs..."

Brother Hu clenched his teeth. "It must have something to do with that valley!"

"When Dapeng first manifested ten left legs, we weren't far from the valley."

"At that time, Dapeng's ten left legs lasted 0.1 seconds!"

"It wasn't until we entered that valley that things really went wrong..."

"Let's not go near the valley. We'll just wait for Jiang Fu around here!"

"I refuse to believe that kid won't return to the city by nightfall!"

"And besides..."

A glint of greed flashed in Brother Hu's eyes.

"Don't you want to know how their left legs turned into ten?"

"If we can find whatever made those left legs multiply by ten..."

Brother Hu's words.

Immediately awakened the greed buried deep in their hearts.

Fortune favors the bold!

Let's do this!

At that moment.

Inside the valley.

Jiang Fu was holding a pair of pants with eleven pant legs, feeling a bit troubled.

These were Zhao Dapeng's pants.

Just now, he had permanently multiplied Zhao Dapeng's left leg by ten.

Even the other person's pants had turned into pants with eleven pant legs.

"Pants with eleven pant legs—probably no one would want those."

"Or maybe I could secretly multiply someone's left leg by ten and then sell them the pants?"

"I shouldn't have made it permanent multiply by ten..."

He thought to himself.

Jiang Fu moved to stuff the eleven-legged pants back into his backpack.

But alas.

It was just a small backpack, only a bit bigger than an ordinary one.

Earlier.

He had only managed to force things in using Spirit Power.

Looking at the backpack on the ground, now bulging to the brim.

Jiang Fu pondered for a moment.

Then he tentatively said, "Backpack size stays the same, internal volume multiply by ten."

The moment the words fell.

The once-swollen backpack instantly deflated.

Jiang Fu's eyes went wide. His hands trembling.

He opened the backpack again.

The Combat Suit, Battle Knife, and a bunch of other odds and ends were all sitting inside, perfectly intact.

But the internal volume of the backpack was ten times larger than before!

And from the outside, the backpack's size hadn't changed at all!

"Holy shit... it actually worked!"

Jiang Fu stuffed the eleven-legged pants inside.

Then lifted the backpack by its strap.

...It was lighter!

The bag held three Battle Knives, each weighing over a hundred jin.

But now.

The weight of those three Battle Knives, plus the three Combat Suits.

All of it was gone.

Only the backpack's own weight remained.

"Backpack size unchanged, internal volume multiplied by ten... that kind of multiply by ten doesn't make sense to begin with."

"So it just straight-up turned into a Space Backpack?"

Jiang Fu slung the Space Backpack over his back.

And pulled out a Battle Knife.

...Over a hundred jin, pretty heavy.

But now, Jiang Fu had the physique of a Quasi-Martial Artist.

Lifting it wasn't hard.

He swung it a few times by hand.

Then let Spirit Power take over the blade.

"Toughness, multiply by ten!"

"Hardness, multiply by ten!"

"Sharpness, multiply by ten!"

"Material, multiply by ten!"

"Grade, multiply by ten!"

"Armor Penetration, multiply by ten!"

Hum—

The next instant.

A soft hum erupted from the Battle Knife.

Tiny specks of light appeared on the pitch-black blade.

Jiang Fu stared at the knife floating before him.

Couldn't help but smack his lips. "Too bad it's a knife, not a sword."

If it were a sword.

He could wear flowing white robes and ride a flying sword...

"When I have money later, I'll find someone to forge a sword!"

"A sword is lighter than a battle knife, better suited for a Psychic Master."

"Then, I can fulfill my dream of being a Sword Immortal..."

As a Chinese person from Earth.

Jiang Fu naturally had a Sword Immortal dream.

But now wasn't the time to think about that.

He quickly snuffed out those wandering thoughts in his mind.

"From when I left the city until now, about half an hour has passed."

"I have another hour and a half to hunt Red-tailed Rats!"

"But, will those other four Martial Artists be waiting for me outside... probably."

Jiang Fu glanced at his status panel.

His Spirit Power.

Still at 986.

But the range of his Spirit Power coverage remained a sphere with a radius of one hundred meters.

Unaffected.

Jiang Fu calmed his mind a little.

Then, in this small valley, he began searching for traces of the Red-tailed Rat from before.

"Hm?"

"Found it!"

Suddenly.

Jiang Fu's eyes lit up.

That Red-tailed Rat had already gone about forty meters underground.

It was lying in a cave.

Jiang Fu used his Spirit Power to control the Battle Knife.

Gently breaking through the soil on the surface.

Heading underground.

The hard earth below was, in front of this Battle Knife enhanced by various Multiply by Ten effects.

As fragile as tofu.

Soon.

The Battle Knife reached the Red-tailed Rat's cave.

The Red-tailed Rat was still lying inside the cave, snoring loudly.

Unaware of the approaching danger.

"The system panel shows the Red-tailed Rat's weak point is its belly button."

"But..."

Pfft!

The Battle Knife moved lightly.

The Red-tailed Rat's head was sliced off.

"Hmph, in the face of absolute power, every spot is a weakness!"

The next moment.

The Battle Knife cleared the path ahead.

The headless Red-tailed Rat followed closely behind.

Soon arriving in front of Jiang Fu.

Jiang Fu stared at the headless corpse of the Red-tailed Rat, his eyes gleaming.

The Red-tailed Rat's size and appearance were similar to a rat from his previous life.

Only with a long red tail added behind it.

That was also the only valuable part of the Red-tailed Rat.

"Tail count, Multiply by Ten!"

Swish!

The next moment.

The Red-tailed Rat's crimson tail instantly multiplied into ten!

"Red-tailed Rat count, Multiply by Ten!"

Swish!

Then.

Before Jiang Fu lay ten headless Red-tailed Rat corpses, each with ten tails.

Spirit Power, no consumption.