Full Awakening: One F is trash, three me

It's not that Yang Han's strength has increased, but rather that every strike he makes creates three illusions. Which one can he block?

If he guesses wrong, attacks from other directions will land squarely on him.

He guessed correctly a few times, but what good was that?

There is absolutely no pattern to it.

Fortunately, he was protected by that layer of golden light; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to hold on after a few blows.

Despite this, he still felt his internal organs tremble, indicating that he was seriously injured.

"You guessed wrong again!"

boom!

Yue Ming was sent flying backward, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but he was not discouraged.

"You'd better just kill me instantly, otherwise, I'll still win!"

Yang Han remained silent, continuing to strike with his staff. Gradually, he sensed that Yue Ming was slowly getting stronger.

Soon, Yang Han's attacks became less effective.

The attack launched can only force the opponent to retreat, but cannot cause effective damage.

"Yang Han, your Phantom Staff Technique is impressive, but... I still win!"

Yue Ming laughed and stood up. At this moment, Yang Han's attack could no longer threaten him, but Yang Han might not be able to withstand his attack.

The next moment, Yue Ming moved with incredible speed, circled behind Yang Han, and thrust out his golden spear!

Yang Han's forehead was slightly sweaty, not because of Yue Ming, but because...

At this moment, he was doing many things at the same time: fighting, body tempering, martial arts training, and now he had added the Mad Demon Staff Technique!

The mind is being overworked and exhausted.

Memories of learning the Mad Demon Staff Technique as a child quickly surfaced in my mind. My father had said before that he was extremely dedicated to practicing the Mad Demon Staff Technique when he was young, and that he had a very high talent. At a young age, he had already reached a state of madness and demonic passion.

However, I wasted three years and forgot many things.

At this moment, if he couldn't dodge Yue Ming's thrusting spear, he would be pierced through by it.

Although he knew he wouldn't actually die, Yang Han was burdened with a deep-seated hatred and didn't want to take that risk.

He pushed himself to the limit.

Yue Ming is extremely powerful now, and in terms of basic data, he may have already surpassed him in every aspect.

But that's exactly what Yang and Han wanted; otherwise, how could they break through?

Large drops of sweat dripped from his forehead as the spear was almost within reach!

Even so, Yang Han still maintains the most efficient and extreme ability to multitask!

"Xiao Han, the Mad Demon Staff Technique is our family's traditional skill. You must master it no matter what. You are very talented. You have reached the threshold of madness and demonic power so quickly. Your father is very pleased."

Under immense mental pressure, fragments of memory begin to flash back.

But it was too late!

Pfft!

The spear pierced through his right chest, and blood dripped down!

This was already the result of Yang Han's extreme evasion; with a sweep of his staff, he instantly created distance.

During this brief pause, the images in Yang Han's mind continued to flash.

"But that's child's play! Watch closely! Today I'll show you what true madness looks like!"

In my memory, my father suddenly appeared and began teaching the Madman's Stick Technique.

My dad's back was like a mountain, but the next moment he looked like a madman, laughing out loud!

He swung the stick around wildly, seemingly without any pattern, but there was actually a method to it.

A moment later, it transformed into a demon, unleashing a ferocious aura with billowing black smoke!

Yang Han stared in disbelief. "Did my dad ever teach me this when I was little? I have absolutely no recollection of it..."

"Watch closely, only under this state can the Shadow Dragon Technique unleash its ultimate power!"

Yang Han was extremely focused, sweating profusely, and his pain compensation system was working frantically to replenish his rapidly depleting energy.

At this moment, Yue Ming frowned; something was wrong with this guy!

After looking at it for a while, I still couldn't figure it out.

Who cares? Yang Han has already become very powerful and deserves my respect, so let's just send him out.

The next moment, the spear transformed into a golden streak of light, instantly piercing out and aiming straight for Yang Han's throat.

He was confident he could kill the enemy with a single blow from that distance.

However, just as he was preparing for victory, Yang Han suddenly burst into laughter, as if he had only just realized that the spear was right in front of him.

Pfft!

Did you win?

That's the end.

however.

"Hahaha! Got it!"

Yang Han's loud laughter rang out, carrying an eerie tone.

Yue Ming looked at Yang Han, who was covering the wound on his neck with his left hand, but it seemed that he could not cover it, and scarlet blood spurted out from between his fingers!

Yang Han quickly twitched his muscles, barely managing to stop the spurting of blood, but it was his neck, and blood was still gushing out.

Seeing that the flow had slowed down, Yang Han simply let go, looked up at Yue Ming, opened his mouth and let out a strange laugh. At the same time, black smoke seemed to slowly drift out from his body.

Yue Ming felt a chill run down his spine. Why did this guy look so scary?

However, before he could even think, Yang Han charged at him with a big stick!

The Zhenyue Staff split into ten in mid-air!

"Haha! Guess which one is real!"

Although Yue Ming was shocked, he calmed down at this moment, realizing that the guy's attack could no longer hurt him.

But he didn't want to stand still and take the beating, so he unleashed his full power as his spear danced, deflecting the real attacks in his eyes.

He believed that this would at least stop half of the attacks!

however.

The club fell, but the expected sound of guns clashing did not come.

The Dragon's Shadow Overlap!

boom!

Yue Ming's vision went black, and he fell heavily to the ground!

In a daze, I heard that strange laughter again.

"Wrong again! Hahaha... Did I say any of these illusions were fake?"

"What?"

Yue Ming was somewhat delirious. "Nothing's fake? It's all real!"

"I had guessed correctly a few times before that..."

"Just kidding, so you'll believe there's truth to everything, and it's all just a prelude to blowing your head off!"

"Haha... Well done, Yang Han..."

Yue Ming's consciousness gradually blurred, and at this moment he seemed to have lost all his strength.

Bang!

Yang Han slammed the stick down, and Yue Ming vanished completely in a flash of white light.

Yang Han bent over, feeling the injuries on his body; they were very serious!

His chest was pierced and his neck was almost half severed. It's only because his physical body is not weak that he was eliminated long ago.

Fortunately... the outcome is still under control.

Yang Han stood up, smiled, and stopped making that strange sound.

He took a few Star Origin Pills, tore off a strip of cloth, and simply bandaged his neck.

If there were someone with healing abilities present, their intervention at this time would likely make things much better.

As he pondered this, Yang Han suddenly looked towards a certain spot in the void and whispered:

"Wang Qian, have you seen enough?"

……

silent.

Wang Qian in the void seemed not to believe that Yang Han could find him so accurately, and quickly moved his position several times in the void.

However, Yang Han's eyes remained fixed on him.

"Should I come out myself, or should I force you out?"

Still no sound.

……

The next moment, Yang Han suddenly pushed off the ground and soared into the sky.

boom!

With a punch, a figure fell from the void with a bang.

Wang Qian looked terrified, his face filled with horror.

"How...how is this possible?"

Yang Han strode closer, but did not answer him.

"Do you remember what I said?"