Little Old Six Meets Big Old Six, Who's More "Six"?

022

Shi Jiu closed her eyes with a look of resignation.

It seemed she had accepted her fate.

Then.

She felt her shirt pocket grow slightly heavier.

As if something had been placed inside.

Immediately after.

The zipper of her school uniform was pulled back up.

Shi Jiu realized what had happened and opened her eyes.

She looked at the boy so close to her, asking in surprise, "You don't want it?"

A Storage Medal was a genuine Sequence item.

Its value far exceeded that of an Abyss Fruit.

After all, an Abyss Fruit was just a chance to unlock a Sequence.

But a Storage Medal could be used right away.

It was like gaining an enormous portable space.

When Jiang Fu took the Storage Medal, Shi Jiu hadn't expected to get it back.

The snake venom on her was strange.

Though it couldn't threaten her life.

She had no idea when she'd recover her ability to move.

Just as she'd said before.

No matter what Jiang Fu wanted to do to her, she couldn't stop him.

Jiang Fu said seriously, "I can still tell the difference between external possessions and a long-term backer."

His words were blunt.

That slash of Shi Jiu's.

Had completely surpassed Jiang Fu's understanding.

His Spirit Power hadn't even been able to track the trajectory of that strike.

And this was while Shi Jiu was severely poisoned and exceptionally weak.

Guo Fangdong's family, along with that hidden Old Wu, were constantly trying to kill Jiang Fu.

He had to find himself a patron.

Shi Jiu was stunned for a moment.

Then a smile bloomed on her face. "Alright. If we can make it back alive, I'll have your back from now on."

Jiang Fu was briefly dazzled by that bright smile.

But he didn't look away. "Don't worry. We'll definitely make it back alive."

As he spoke, he took two Energy Pills from his backpack.

Tore open the wrappers.

And stuffed one into Shi Jiu's mouth.

"There shouldn't be much danger here. Get some sleep first."

At that moment, as the snake venom deepened and her last shred of psychic energy was spent.

Shi Jiu's face was pale, her body growing weaker.

The scent of the Energy Pill, along with a faint bitterness, slowly seeped into her body.

Making her feel a little better.

Shi Jiu hummed in acknowledgment and was about to close her eyes.

But she suddenly noticed that Jiang Fu, right in front of her, looked conflicted.

So she forced herself to stay alert. "What's wrong?"

Jiang Fu, with the Energy Pill in his mouth, mumbled vaguely, "I'm thinking about how to recover the Spirit Power I used up."

Shi Jiu found it baffling. "You don't have a Spirit Cultivation Method?"

Jiang Fu's eyes lit up. "Spirit Cultivation Method? Is that a technique for training Spirit Power?"

Shi Jiu sighed. "I have one... it's in the Storage Medal."

Jiang Fu glanced at Shi Jiu's chest.

Then remembered the two suitcases inside the Storage Medal.

"...Better wait until you've recovered before giving it to me."

Out here in the middle of nowhere.

Even if he got the cultivation technique, he couldn't start training right away.

...Mainly because Jiang Fu knew his own willpower was lacking.

If he reached out again, he'd probably lose control.

Shi Jiu noticed Jiang Fu's gaze.

The scenes from just now—one... two of them—flashed unbidden through her mind.

The tips of her ears instantly burned red.

She quickly shut her eyes and said nothing more.

But then.

In the next instant.

Jiang Fu suddenly reached out and scooped Shi Jiu up from the ground.

He leaned back against a big tree, his expression wary.

Shi Jiu opened her eyes and, seeing his reaction, asked in a low voice, "Someone's coming?"

Jiang Fu grunted an acknowledgment. "I can handle it."

Shi Jiu yawned.

She rested her head against Jiang Fu's chest and slowly closed her eyes.

Jiang Fu twitched the corner of his mouth. "I was so focused on running just now, I forgot about you lot."

Under his Spirit Power.

Those Western Martial Artists who had fled earlier.

Were now slowly encircling him from four directions.

Their footsteps were barely audible, drowned out by the howling wind.

Their camouflage Combat Suits blended perfectly with the surrounding wild grass.

If Jiang Fu hadn't kept his Spirit Power active the whole time.

Relying on his eyes alone, he never would have spotted those four men.

And those four Martial Artists had already locked onto Jiang Fu's position.

That blue-and-white school uniform stood out far too starkly in this desolate wilderness.

These four had seen Jiang Fu's speed.

So they didn't want to startle their prey.

They chose to approach slowly, aiming for a single, fatal strike.

But now.

Jiang Fu's Spirit Power had them firmly locked in.

"That Fruit Knife earlier couldn't break through your defenses."

"But my Battle Knife..."

As he thought this.

The Battle Knife that Shi Jiu had placed on her backpack.

Slowly rose into the air.

But just then.

Jiang Fu's heart stirred slightly.

Under his Spirit Power's perception.

The Battle Knife felt different.

An abnormally sharp force, very similar to Spirit Power.

Was concealed within the blade.

Jiang Fu instinctively glanced down at Shi Jiu in his arms.

The girl's cheek pressed against his chest, her breathing steady through nose and mouth.

This time, she was truly asleep.

Jiang Fu took a deep breath.

Suppressing the tremor in his heart.

He extended his Spirit Power into the Battle Knife and gently touched that tiny wisp of spirit.

The next moment.

The battle knife let out a hum.

On its razor-sharp edge, a black blade gleam suddenly rippled into existence.

Jiang Fu's eyes went wide, and he muttered in disbelief, "It's close to Spirit Power, but with a sharp, fierce edge... Could it really be the legendary Blade Intent?"

"Perfect... I'll test the blade on you."

With that thought, he stirred his Spirit Power slightly.

The battle knife carried the black blade gleam, turned into a blur, and vanished before his eyes in an instant.

"That Fruit Knife before couldn't even break through the neck guard."

"I wonder if this battle knife, with Blade Intent, can slice straight through their Combat Suits..."

"No, that won't do!"

"That's not a Combat Suit—that's my money, my Vitality Pills!"

"Aim for the face!"

Jiang Fu's Spirit Power locked onto one martial artist.

This time, he didn't plan to Multiply by Ten.

He'd just taken down a Tier 2 Silver Moon Wolf, and his confidence was soaring.

These Westerners before him were all Beginner Martial Artists, far weaker than that Silver Moon Wolf.

Hum—

The black battle knife, almost completely unshielded, arrived in front of that martial artist in an instant.

"What?!"

The martial artist's eyes went wide, sheer disbelief in them.

"...A Psychic Master!!!"

The thought had barely formed

when the world before his eyes suddenly flipped, then plunged into eternal darkness.

Thud!

The half-headed corpse collapsed limply to the ground.

Jiang Fu was stunned for a moment too.

The battle knife had just neared the martial artist's face, not even thrust in yet, when the blade gleam bursting from the edge had already cleaved through his head.

"It really is Blade Intent!"

Jiang Fu's eyes lit up.

The black battle knife turned into a blur and vanished again.

The three martial artists from the other three directions hadn't noticed what was happening.

They were still cautiously closing in on Jiang Fu.

Hum—

The next instant, a black blade gleam flashed.

The second man!

The third man!

They fell in quick succession.

Only then did the last martial artist finally sense something wrong.

"What's going on?!"

The man was terrified.

And then, he saw that black blade gleam.

That is all.

The seven Martial Artists hunting Jiang Fu.

All dead.

Jiang Fu withdrew his Battle Knife.

The black blade was biting cold.

A faint, eerie gleam bloomed along its edge.

The source was the Blade Intent Shi Jiu had left within the knife.

"Good blade, good blade!"

"A good blade for a backstabber!"

"With this knife, I can go all in on being a backstabber!"

With Blade Intent empowering him, his movements left no trace.

It was simply the perfect tool for ambushes and sneak attacks.

The next moment.

Four full sets of Combat Suits and four Battle Knives.

Appeared before him.

"Tch... trying to play the backstabber in front of me, a Psychic Master?"

"It's a small backstabber meeting a big backstabber—let's see who out-backstabs who."

Jiang Fu held Shi Jiu in his arms.

Grinning with delight, he stuffed all the Combat Suits and Battle Knives into his Space Backpack.

He paused.

Jiang Fu's heart couldn't help but start pounding.

Now, there didn't seem to be anything else to do.

What if...

he took that Abyss Fruit, multiplied it by ten, and ate it?

The next instant.

Jiang Fu's Spirit Power locked onto the Abyss Fruit tucked away in his pants pocket.

"The probability of me unlocking a Sequence is multiplied by ten!"

"The number of times I can eat an Abyss Fruit is multiplied by ten!"

"The number of Sequences I can unlock is multiplied by ten!"

"Good luck... well, luck is already multiplied by ten."

"The probability of this Abyss Fruit unlocking a Sequence is multiplied by ten!"

"The number of Abyss Fruits is multiplied by ten!"

The next instant.

Ten Abyss Fruits appeared in Jiang Fu's pants pocket.