High-level martial arts: Invincibility starts with basic archery.

Chapter 270 Do you know this person? (Please subscribe)

Gao Jinming's eyes gradually dimmed, eventually losing their luster, and he collapsed to the ground.

Chen Fan slowly exhaled.

That should be considered the end of this matter.

Of course, it would be even better if that person surnamed Du didn't escape.

But there's nothing we can do about it. These awakened individuals have all sorts of strange abilities. Compared to that, having clones isn't so rare. As for the subsequent retaliation...

He's not stupid. This identity caused such a big commotion, so naturally he'll be sidelined from now on. It's just a pseudonym.

The only concern is whether a clever person will be able to see through my use of the Wind-Facing Slash later.

"Forget it, let's talk about it later. Just to be on the safe side, let's take these corpses back. They also have spatial items on them, and there might be some valuable things among them."

Chen Fan crouched down and touched the corpse with his palm.

The corpse then disappeared from its original location and appeared in the spatial item.

He only learned this when he was looking at the item descriptions in the association.

Living things cannot be put into spatial items, but dead living things can.

The next moment, he appeared at the site where the battle had broken out.

He also put the corpses on the ground into his spatial storage.

My gaze swept around, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.

The guards who were once everywhere seemed to have vanished without a trace, as if they had evaporated into thin air.

"We shouldn't stay here any longer. Let's take Meng Xue back first."

His figure disappeared from the spot once again.

……

"puff!"

A man who had been sitting cross-legged on a prayer mat with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood, staining a large area of ​​the ground in front of him red, a shocking sight.

"Huff, huff..."

The man braced himself on the ground with both hands, breathing heavily. A full minute or two passed before he slowly raised his head, revealing a familiar face.

That's right, it was Du Hao, who was killed by Chen Fan in Anshan City.

Compared to his previous rosy complexion and radiant appearance, his face and lips were now frighteningly pale, like a vengeful ghost.

"Damn it!"

Du Hao gritted his teeth, wishing he could tear Chen Fan to pieces.

That's right, his superpower is creating clones; as long as his real body doesn't die, he can live indefinitely.

However, this does not mean that the death of his clone has no impact on him.

On the contrary, the death of his clone would come at a terrible cost to him.

Each time a clone dies, the true body's strength will decline by nearly 30%. This may not seem like a big deal, as it can be recovered through cultivation later.

That was his initial thought as well, so he showed no regard for his own life, venturing into dangerous places and sometimes luring away powerful beasts alone to ensure the safety of the rest of the group, ultimately leading to his death.

He was proud of the enormous benefits and prestige that this brought him, and felt fortunate about the superpower he had awakened.

Later, he gradually realized that something was wrong.

To be precise, he sensed something was wrong when he broke through from a D-level Awakener to a C-level.

Because D-level Awakeners of the same era as him could become C-level in just over half a year, while it took him nearly two years.

What does this mean? You have to understand that when he was cultivating, he summoned a clone to cultivate together. Theoretically, his cultivation speed should be twice that of others. But what happened? His cultivation time was more than twice that of others. In total, his efficiency was about one-fifth of others'!

This becomes even more apparent after becoming a C-level Awakener.

With the same resources, or even several times more than others, his cultivation speed is only one-tenth of others'!

While others had already crossed the threshold of C-level and become B-level Awakeners, he was still standing still.

Only then did he finally understand that the price of his clone's death was not only a decline in strength, but also a greater difficulty in improving it.

Each time a clone dies, the difficulty of cultivation increases by one level.

Each death increases the difficulty by a significant margin compared to the previous one!

The more times he dies, the greater the difficulty becomes, eventually reaching a point where he has to put in ten or even dozens of times more effort than others to catch up with them.

Therefore, to some extent, despite his seemingly immortal nature, he was more afraid of death than others.

This was also one of the reasons why he had tried so hard to win over Chen Fan. Having died nearly ten times, if he died again, he might be stuck at the level of a C-rank Awakened for the rest of his life.

The second reason is that, in his view, what does it matter if a mere martial artist is even a True Essence Realm martial artist?

If you've won his favor, you should fawn over him and submit to him.

result……

Thinking of this, Du Hao was consumed by rage and spat out another mouthful of blood.

He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, stood up, and walked out of the room.

"grown ups!"

The two awakened individuals at the entrance were taken aback upon seeing this.

What happened? Could it be that Lord Du encountered a problem while cultivating?

"Bring that guy Ling Shiyao here, and while you're at it, find me another artist."

"yes!"

The two were unsure of what was going on, but they still quickly carried out the order.

A cold smile appeared on Du Hao's lips.

Two or three minutes later, two men walked in one after the other.

The person in front was one of those who had just left.

Following behind was a middle-aged man with an extraordinary bearing, tall and nearly 1.9 meters, a head taller than the person in front.

But upon seeing Du Hao, the middle-aged man deflated like a punctured balloon.

His previous imposing manner vanished instantly. He bowed low, looked at Du Hao, who was sitting and drinking tea, and asked with a fawning expression:

"I wonder what business you have with me, Lord Du? If there is anything I can do to help you, please feel free to ask."

"President Ling, please have a seat."

Du Hao pointed to the empty seat next to him and said.

"Yes."

Ling Shiyao sat down carefully, only taking up half of the seat.

"President Ling, please wait a moment. I have something very important to tell you."

"No, no, I wouldn't dare."

Ling Shiyao quickly replied, his heart leaping into his throat.

I wonder what this person wants to see him about?

I don't know if it is a good thing or a bad thing.

"Ugh."

Thinking of this, he sighed heavily in his heart.

Don't let his position as the president of the Kowloon City branch of the Jiangnan Martial Arts Association fool you; he's quite skilled and holds a prestigious position.

You have to be obedient in front of this person; if you anger them, everything you've done before will be for naught.

Soon, a series of hurried footsteps sounded.

Two more people walked in.

The person behind him was carrying a backpack, hunched over, and had his head down.

"Sir, the painter you are looking for has been brought here. He is the best painter in the city, and his paintings are almost indistinguishable from photographs."

The man in front said,

"Yeah?"

Du Hao put down his teacup, beckoned to the painter with his finger, and said, "Come here."

The man shuddered upon hearing this, raised his head, and walked over tremblingly, his heart pounding like a drum.

"I'm telling you, if you draw well, you'll be rewarded; if you don't draw well, don't blame me for being impolite."

Du Hao said coldly.

"Yes, yes."

The artist nodded repeatedly in fright.

Without a doubt, this person would have no difficulty killing him.

He hurriedly spread out the drawing paper and mixed the paints.

The two men standing nearby, as well as Ling Shiyao, all looked puzzled upon seeing this.

I didn't dare ask any more questions, and just watched quietly.

Soon, the painter picked up his brush and said in a tiny, almost imperceptible voice, "My lord, I... I'm ready."

"good,"

Du Hao recalled Chen Fan's appearance in his mind and began to describe him.

After several adjustments along the way, a fierce-looking man wielding a long sword soon appeared on the drawing paper.

Aside from a few minor differences, she looked almost exactly like Chen Fan after his disguise.

"S-lord."

The artist swallowed hard, looking at Du Hao with a nervous expression.

He drew the person exactly as described, but he doesn't know if it meets the other person's expectations.

Du Hao, however, seemed mesmerized, staring intently at the portrait.

After a long pause, he burst into laughter, his eyes revealing a deep-seated hatred.

"Yes, yes, it's him!"

"Wang Liang, transfer one million to his card."

"Yes, sir."

The man who was called responded.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

The artist was so excited that he knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to Du Hao.

A million? When will he ever earn that much money?

As a result, a painting was created here.

Soon only three people remained in the room. Du Hao looked up and waved to Ling Shiyao beside him.

"President Ling, come here and take a look. Do you recognize this person?"

"it is good."

Ling Shiyao hurried over, his eyes wide like a bull's, staring at the person in the portrait.

Du Hao picked up the teacup and took a sip.

It wasn't that he was bored or thirsty.

This tea has a good stabilizing effect on the spirit.

As for getting Ling Shiyao to come over, that's also very simple.

There are only so many True Essence Realm martial artists.

If you exclude those who are subservient to the awakened ones, there are even fewer.

Let Ling Shiyao come over and take a look.

If you could recognize who this guy is right away,

That would be perfect.

He led his men directly over and captured the other party.

He wouldn't be able to swallow his anger without tormenting him a thousand times over.

It's okay if you don't recognize it.

Just let him investigate.

Can't find anything?

snort!

Time ticked by, and before long, three minutes had passed.

Ling Shiyao's brows furrowed into a deep frown.

Does he really not recognize the person in front of him?

But Du Hao probably called him over because he wanted to know who this person was; something unpleasant must have happened between them.

If he tells the truth, he might be blamed.

"What, haven't you decided what kind of answer to me yet?"

Looking at Ling Shiyao, who seemed to want to sink his eyes into the painting, Du Hao sneered.

"Sir, I really don't recognize this person. I don't recall ever seeing him before, but..."

Ling Shiyao hurriedly said, "Please give me a week, sir. I will definitely bring this person to see you then."

(End of this chapter)