Chapter 206 GOD-771, when attacked, you must attack this taunting clone first (4K)
There was no winner in the Imperial City PK between the two Qi Jin clones.
After all, there is no difference between the two clones in any aspect, and even the controller is controlled by Xue Jing alone.
If a normal martial artist were controlling these two clones, one of them might make various subtle mistakes soon, which would affect the situation, tilt the balance of victory, and ultimately determine the outcome.
However, Xue Jing, who has a true martial body, has reached an "extraordinary" level of stability, and there is no possibility of mistakes. The two clones are locked in 100% perfect performance from beginning to end, a true 50-50 split.
Controlling the two clones to stop interacting with each other, Xue Jing waved her hand to let one of them disperse.
"This Qi Jin clone is very easy to use... Its own constituent element is my strength, so in terms of pure lethality, it is the same as my main body. However, since it is not my body, it cannot obtain [Twin] With the blessing, the actual combat power will be weaker.”
"There are many other problems. The first one is that it consumes a lot of physical energy and energy. Not only do I have to bear the cost of any action, but also it takes a lot of mental energy to 'shape' it."
"Also, it's very squishy... After all, it's just a clone formed by mental constraints. If important parts like the trunk or head receive a slight direct blow, it will be broken up if the structure of the body is disturbed..."
"But this can be solved by wearing the Shadow Flame Armor..."
Xue Jing thought.
"Well, I have to test the distance and see how far away from my body I can be."
Just as he was thinking about it, the door to the training room was suddenly pushed open.
With a sweet and childish "Master~", Zong Shichan, a little girl wearing training clothes, ran in and plunged a rocket headbutt into Xue Jing's arms.
Xue Jing reached out to catch her, touched her head, raised her eyebrows and said, "What's wrong?"
"Sniff..." Zong Shichan buried his face in Xue Jing's arms, and while taking deep breaths, he said intoxicatedly: "Ah, I'm alive."
"I haven't seen Master for several days. If I can't inhale Master's scent, I will die~"
Xue Jing reached out and hit her on the forehead with a snap of her fingers, knocking her back: "Are you taking drugs?"
Zong Shichan said with a smile: "Master enters my heart and forgets about heroin~"
The corner of Xue Jing's mouth moved, and he reached out and pinched her elastic cheeks and pulled them to both sides, "...I still haven't practiced enough."
"Huh? Su Hu, intermediary gods and demons? (Master, what is this?)"
Zong Shichan hugged Xue Jing and accidentally reached into his pocket with his hand. He touched something and took it out out of curiosity.
Because her cheek was pulled, the little girl's words were a little unclear. Xue Jing looked at what she was holding.
It was a strange-looking electronic watch, red and white in color, with two small mushroom-like buttons protruding from the top of its head.
"Huh? Why did I bring this thing here?" Xue Jing reached out and took the electronic watch, a little confused.
This is one of the eight divine relic rewards given to him by the Sixth Agency, [GOD-771·Proof of Love].
The effect is very simple and awesome... You can turn your favorability toward others, or others toward you, into specific numbers and display them on the screen.
The user holds this object, looks at a target, and presses the left button to display his or her favorability toward the target. Pressing the right button displays the target's favorability toward him or her.
After he absorbed the divinity from these eight divine relics, he put them back in the box, waiting for recycling by the Sixth Agency.
[Proof of Love] is also placed in the box... He has never even opened the box, how could this thing be hidden in his clothes?
Is it Teacher Wan’s prank?
Xue Jing thought for a while and didn't understand, so she simply gave up thinking.
Anyway, you will understand it later, and it is useless to think about it if you have no clues.
"Master, master, what is this?" The little girl looked curiously at the [Certificate of Love] in Xue Jing's hand.
Xue Jing thought for a while, it was a rare opportunity to just have fun, so she smiled and said: "This... is some kind of black technology product, it can show how others like you or how favorably you treat others. "
Hearing this, Zong Shichan's eyes lit up and he said: "It's amazing! But it feels like an IQ product like a dog language and cat language translator."
Xue Jing smiled noncommittally and said, "Maybe."
"Master~ How to use this, teach me quickly! Teach me quickly!"
Zong Shichan said with great interest.
"Don't you think this is an IQ tax product?"
"Even I want to play~"
Xue Jing handed her the [Certificate of Love] and after explaining how to use it, Zong Shichan immediately set his sights on Xue Jing.
There was a trace of expectation on her young and beautiful face, and she pressed the button on the left side of [Proof of Love] towards Xue Jing.
Numbers began to appear on the electronic screen, fluctuating constantly, as if they were calculating something.
Under the little girl's gaze, the numbers on the screen stopped spinning.
"1365...Master, is this number too high or too low?"
Zong Shichan asked doubtfully, showing Xue Jing the numbers on the certificate of love in his hand.
Xue Jing was a little surprised: "The information I saw said that around 60 points, you can be friends, and above 90 points, you can become lifelong best friends. Even if you get married, it won't be surprising. With 120 points, you can basically guarantee marriage." The level of happiness after that.”
"You little brat, what on earth do you think of me? Why did your price jump to over a thousand..."
Zong Shichan stepped forward and hugged Xue Jing's arm, her eyes turned into crescent moon smiles: "My love for Master is indeed genuine!"
At this time, the number on the screen increased by 30 points and became 1395.
Xue Jing: "..."
Is it such a simple thing to increase your favorability?
"By the way, let's look at Master's favorability towards me..." The little girl looked at Xue Jing happily and pressed the button on the left.
There was a fluctuation on the screen, and this time the numbers stopped in less than two seconds.
【68】.
Looking at this number, Zong Shichan fell silent.
"This fake IQ tax waste!" the little girl angrily threw the certificate of love in her hand to the ground and said angrily.
"It's fake, it must be fake. How can it be possible that Master's favorability towards me is just this small!"
Xue Jing touched her chin: "Isn't that a lot? I've already passed the friend line."
He was inexplicably proud, "This is how difficult it is to conquer as a master... As expected of me, I regard beauty as nothing."
"It's fake, it's fake!" Zong Shichan was about to cry in anger.
Xue Jing said leisurely: "Then the more than 1,000-plus favorable impression you measured towards me is also fake."
Zong Shichan was anxious: "...That one is different, it's the real thing!"
Xue Jing picked up the token of love, reached out and touched the little girl's head, and said with a smile: "Okay, it's just a toy, it doesn't mean anything. Come and practice martial arts."
"I would like to introduce you to a new sparring partner. This is my teacher's replacement... Qi Jin clone."
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At night, Xue Jing walked on the road, slowly walking towards her home.
He threw away the [Proof of Love] in his hand, somewhat afraid of the lethality of this thing.
With this thing, it’s okay to get a good result, but to get a bad result that you didn’t expect, that’s the real damage that hits your heart.
Zong Shichan was in a defensive state all afternoon. As he practiced, he began to cry. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and his sadness flowed back into a river.
This was just a half-doubt, not sure whether it was true or not, but it was such a big blow.
Although Xue Jing thought 68 was quite high... the little girl didn't think so. Seeing her pitiful little appearance, Xue Jing couldn't bear it, and increased her favorability by two points, reaching the 70 mark.
"You still have to use this thing with caution, otherwise even I won't be able to escape the true damage of a psychic strike..."
"People really need some distance and a sense of mystery. If you can see everything clearly, you lose the room for fantasy..."
Thinking about things along the way, Xue Jing first went to the supermarket and bought two large bags of ingredients and daily necessities. Then she walked into her community and came to the garden in the community.
This is the path he must take every day, the shortest route back to the floor where his home is.
The time now is around seven o'clock in the evening. Normally at this time, there would still be some people in the garden, but for some reason, Xue Jing didn't meet anyone today.
He walked all the way to the center of the garden.
There were several benches on the ground covered with red bricks, but at this time there was only one person sitting on one of the benches.
It was a young man wearing a black jacket, jeans, and sunglasses. His clothes were quite retro, as if he had stepped out of the 1990s.
It was just nineteen o'clock in the night, and it was eerily quiet.
Xue Jing narrowed his eyes slightly and stopped.
Under the dim light of several street lamps, the man slowly raised his head, looked at Xue Jing, stretched out an index finger, and took off his sunglasses.
With a resolute face expressionless, the man slowly spoke:
"Xue Jing..."
"First meeting...you may know me, maybe you don't."
He stood up slowly, showing off his height of nearly 1.9 meters and muscles so strong that his clothes stretched to the floor.
"My name is Yan Xiangweng, and I am the direct disciple of Jiao Hongyuan of Jinfeng Dojo."
"I have a grudge against you to kill my master and destroy my family. We are irreconcilable."
Xue Jing tilted his head slightly and asked, "So."
Yan Xiangweng's body shook slightly, and the golden sword energy directly tore the clothes on his upper body to pieces, revealing his strangely shaped muscles that exuded metal edge.
He crouched slightly, put on the fist of the Golden Wind and White Rainbow Sword, faced Xue Jing, and said in a calm tone:
"Although I don't want to bully the small, you must die here today to comfort the spirits of my disciples and mentor in Jinfeng Dojo."
"Don't worry, I will find the people in your Hidden Dragon Dojo one by one in the future. You will not be alone on the road to hell..."
Xue Jing carried two large bags of ingredients and sighed:
"Tell me, you were not here last night, and you just came out today to talk about revenge. Why are you bullying the weak and afraid of the strong?"
"Forget it, it doesn't matter...my house is nearby. I'll take the vegetables home and put them in the refrigerator."
He motioned to the two bags in his hands.
Yan Xiangweng shook his head: "No, you want to escape."
Hearing this, Xue Jing smiled.
He walked directly in the direction of his floor.
"I'm not consulting with you."
Yan Xiangweng frowned when he saw Xue Jing walking home unprepared, "Looking for death."
He stepped forward, cut through the air, and slashed towards Xue Jing like a sharp sword.
Along the way, the air flow separated to his left and right sides, like a solid transparent jelly being sliced open by a knife blade.
‘Is this the only level that the most promising disciple of the Hidden Dragon Dojo has? Still have such a defenseless and casual attitude when facing a powerful enemy? ’
‘Forget it, you are looking for death, no one else is to blame. ’
Yan Xiangweng thought to himself, and with a wave of his arm, carrying the golden wind sword energy visible to the naked eye, he slashed towards Xue Jing's neck.
Just then.
A pale golden translucent human figure suddenly appeared between him and Xue Jing, blocking the way.
"……What!?"
Yan Xiangweng's eyes widened slightly.
The pale golden humanoid has an almost identical appearance to Xue Jing, but his face is expressionless.
It waved its right fist at Yan Xiangweng's attacking arm.
"Bang!!"
A thunderous cauldron exploded into the air.
Yan Xiangweng flew back at a speed far exceeding the speed of the attack, breaking several street lamps along the way, making various crackling sounds, and finally sank into the trunk of a big tree.
"This...this is..."
He covered his trembling right arm with a look of disbelief on his face.
Xue Jing herself walked slowly towards her home as if nothing happened.
"Stop, don't leave!"
Yan Xiangweng shouted angrily, stood up, stepped on the ground, exploded the bricks under his feet, and rushed towards Xue Jing.
However, just like before, Qi Jin's clone immediately stopped him, and punched his whole body into the ground like a nail with two expressionless punches.
"You must attack this taunting clone first."
Xue Jing turned her back to him, waved her hand, and said without looking back.
"I'll attack your mother!"
Yan Xiangweng said angrily, stretched out his hands and jumped off the ground, but what greeted him was still the pale golden human-shaped fist.
He also realized that he couldn't get close to Xue Jing without solving this thing, so he shouted and slashed at the Qi Jin clone with his hand.
One person and one avatar started fighting in the park, attacking and defending non-stop. Every punch and kick was a blow that could tear the earth and cut off a big tree.
As he was beating, Yan Xiangweng felt something was wrong.
This thing...why has it turned black?
The Qi Jin clone that had already put on the shadow flame armor would not answer his puzzlement. He stretched out his right hand and grasped a long black knife. With two swipes, he slashed out two cuts on Yan Xiangweng's body. Bone wounds can be seen deep in the road.
"What the hell!?" He was shocked and quickly backed away.
However, it was too late to retreat at this time.
Countless silver cherry blossom petals suddenly fell slowly from the sky, and a huge full moon appeared in the night sky where there was no moon due to weather reasons.
Wearing the shadow flame wrapped armor, the dark Qi Jin clone flashed past and appeared behind Yan Xiangweng, slowly sheathing the sword.
The next moment, Yan Xiangweng's body was bursting with countless tiny wounds that were deep enough to see the bones, and blood spurted out from all the wounds.
"Sakura·Fu·Yue——"
Yan Xiangweng read out the name of this mystery in a daze, word by word, then vomited a mouthful of blood and slowly fell to the ground.
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(End of chapter)