I'll take you as my master, and then I can become as strong as you?

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In an instant, everything went to hell.

Lu Zhengxiong's eyes and mouth flew wide open at the same time.

A guttural howl tore from his throat.

His body slid down the wall.

Inch by inch, he crumpled to the floor.

Curled up in the corner, convulsing uncontrollably.

At that moment.

Guo Xiaofeng had already been consumed by a sudden blaze of fury.

Burst Multiply by Ten!

Strength multiplied by ten!

He was like a maddened lion.

In an instant, he pounced on Lu Zhengxiong.

And rained down a storm of punches and kicks.

As if venting all the frustration of the past two days.

Lu Zhengxiong curled up on the ground, his whole body twitching.

After that crippling blow, he had completely lost the strength to fight back.

Three seconds later.

The multiplied strength and burst faded.

Ten seconds later.

The multiplied rage dissipated.

Guo Xiaofeng, regaining his senses, also collapsed to the floor.

Clutching a certain spot, he let out a miserable wail.

His posture was eerily identical to Lu Zhengxiong's.

The young nurse returned with the sedative.

And saw this exact scene.

The next moment.

A well-maintained woman with a dignified bearing pushed past the nurse and rushed in.

The moment she saw Lu Zhengxiong, her eyes turned red.

"What happened? Someone tell me, what the hell happened here!"

The woman cradled Lu Zhengxiong, shrieking shrilly.

It was Lu Zhengxiong's wife, Cui Siwen, Vice President of the Ninth Martial Artist Hospital.

At that moment.

Cui Siwen could tell at a glance what her husband had just been through.

Cui Siwen was at that age of insatiable hunger.

Seeing this, she felt like the sky had collapsed.

A young nurse shrank back.

She pointed at Guo Xiaofeng, who was also curled up on the ground.

"That patient went crazy. First he crippled himself, then he finished off Dr. Lu..."

"Guo Xiaofeng!!"

Cui Siwen ground her teeth.

She kicked Guo Xiaofeng across the floor.

Then, carrying Lu Zhengxiong, she rushed out in a panic.

...Surely, he could still be saved!

Jiang Fu withdrew his Spirit Power.

His phone was in his hand.

On the screen.

Was the profile of Lu Zhengxiong from the Ninth Martial Artist Hospital.

"A true schemer only needs to make a slight move, and he's already... can already dismantle the enemy's united front from within!"

Over the next period of time, this Ninth Martial Artist Hospital

would become a living hell for Guo Fangdong, Ge Yanxia, and Guo Xiaofeng's family.

That kick from Guo Xiaofeng—

Strength multiplied by ten, Burst Multiply by Ten—

had smashed his eggs to a pulp!

Even if Old Wu stepped in, Lu Zhengxiong probably wouldn't let this family of three off the hook.

And that Vice President Cui—

if she didn't take her anger out on Guo Fangdong and Ge Yanxia, it wouldn't do justice to the living widowhood she'd have to endure.

"Let them wear each other down for a while. I'll come back later to check the results."

With that thought, Jiang Fu stretched hard.

He paused slightly.

"But I can't just let it slide like this."

Thinking this, Jiang Fu's Spirit Power locked onto Ge Yanxia and Guo Fangdong once more.

"Nose hair growth speed multiplied by ten."

"Excretion production speed multiplied by ten."

The ward door was left ajar.

Ge Yanxia had already heard the commotion outside.

She struggled to sit up, but was pinned to the bed by a tangle of tubes.

Suddenly, Ge Yanxia froze.

She let out a violent sneeze, trailing a long string of nosebleed.

Her already abnormally thick nose hairs

began to creep out of her nostrils, bit by bit, inch by inch, visibly.

Pfft—

The next instant, the entire ward

was once again shrouded in an indescribable stench, seeping through the ajar door into the VIP Ward corridor.

Meanwhile, in another VIP Ward next door, the door was tightly shut, so Guo Fangdong had no idea what was happening outside.

Right now, a young nurse stood beside Guo Fangdong, recording his various vitals.

Guo Fangdong's face, already swollen into a pig's head, wore a lecherous grin

as he made crude jokes to the nurse.

The nurse, wearing a medical mask, forced down her disgust.

Ah-choo!

Suddenly, Guo Fangdong sneezed.

His nose hairs began to grow.

Then, an indescribable stench released from his body.

The young nurse froze.

She hurriedly pressed the call button by the bed.

"Get an orderly in here!"

"The patient's lost control... ugh!"

The smell was overwhelming.

The young nurse quickly left the ward.

"...Seriously, how is the smell still in the hallway!"

Guo Fangdong lay in bed.

Feeling the strangeness of his own body.

He wished he could crawl into a crack in the floor.

Pfft—

Under the surge of emotion.

Blood sprayed from his nose.

And below, it was like a floodgate had opened.

In an instant.

The VIP Ward area on the sixth floor of the inpatient building fell into chaos.

Boom—

Pfft—

With two dull thuds.

In two wards, on two hospital beds.

Guo Fangdong and Ge Yanxia, now both bloated like balls.

Were simultaneously jolted upright by two opposing forces.

Bouncing on their beds.

The doctor who had just entered the ward.

Fled out again like a shot.

Downstairs.

Jiang Fu withdrew his Spirit Power.

Done with the deed, he brushed off his sleeves and vanished, hiding his merit and fame.

His fingers slid lightly across his phone.

Calling up Wu Deming's identity information.

Intermediate Martial Artist.

Qi and blood nearly ten thousand.

And the Red Tiger Squad, founded by Wu Deming himself.

Including Wu Deming, there were twelve members in total.

Three had been taken out by Jiang Fu.

Four had been fed to the wolves.

And one Insurance Salesman, a Poison Master, was locked up in the Martial Artist Guild.

"Besides Wu Deming, the other three need to be uprooted too, so they don't pull any sneaky moves in the shadows."

"And that Wude Martial Arts Hall..."

Just as Jiang Fu was pondering.

A figure suddenly sat down beside him.

It was the Psychic Master he'd encountered earlier.

His voice was booming, tinged with a hint of laughter.

"Young man, I can see your eyes are sharp and spirited—you have immense spiritual potential!"

"Becoming a Psychic Master is just around the corner!"

Jiang Fu shifted subtly to the side.

And instinctively touched the cap on his head.

The Mentalist, unbothered, continued on his own: "My name is Xu Yunfeng."

"Captain of the Fifth Squad of the Bin City District Nine Patrol and Defense Team."

"Intermediate Mentalist."

"If you're willing to take me as your master, I guarantee that within half a year, I'll make you a powerful Mentalist!"

Jiang Fu looked up at Xu Yunfeng.

A little surprised.

Intermediate Mentalist?

His Spirit Power coverage radius was only twenty meters?

Then, suddenly.

It clicked.

His own hundred-meter coverage radius was the result of Multiply by Ten.

Right now, his Spirit Power was 1005.

That also made him an Intermediate Mentalist.

Without Multiply by Ten, his coverage radius would only be ten meters.

Looking at it that way, this Xu Yunfeng was pretty strong.

Still.

Cultivating the Extreme Dao's "Star Gazing Chart on a Rainy Night."

Jiang Fu's Spirit Power intensity far surpassed Xu Yunfeng's.

He couldn't sense Jiang Fu's Spirit Power.

But he could still detect the immense Spirit Power potential radiating from Jiang Fu.

Seeing Jiang Fu silent.

Xu Yunfeng couldn't help but continue: "You probably don't know how powerful a Mentalist can be."

"Yesterday at noon, a powerful Mentalist appeared in Bin City."

"In less than ten seconds, he killed a Tier 2 Blue Ringed Octopus over twenty meters long!"

"If you're willing to take me as your master, with your potential, you'll eventually become just as strong as him!"

Jiang Fu: "..."

If I take you as my master, I can become as strong as myself?