Reaching level 15 with two new abilities means having two different methods.
Fang Zong was overjoyed.
"Dingdang, your Instant Flash ability has reached level fifteen and evolved into a technique!"
"Doublekill! Backstab ability has reached level 15, evolving into a technique!"
Ninth Sister's voice echoed in my mind.
Fang Zong was puzzled because what Jiu Mei said was different from before.
Previously, if you had the ability to reach level 15, you would be given a choice to select the direction of advancement for your method. This time, however, it only suggested evolution, without specifying what kind of evolution it would take.
Just as she was about to ask, Ninth Sister suddenly became excited and laughed, "Triblekill! Congratulations, Summoner, on unlocking a new condition! You can fuse two techniques within three seconds. Summoner, would you like to fuse techniques?"
Fusion Method? What is that?
Fang Zong was taken aback for a moment, then decisively said, "Merge!"
Advancing to two different techniques within three seconds—this isn't about luck, it's about destiny!
He's been an emperor for nine generations!
You have to be completely out of your mind and have been kicked by a donkey to finally meet the prerequisites and choose the damn 'no'!
"Dingdang, the fusion of the methods has been successful."
Congratulations, Summoner, on obtaining a new technique. Please select:
1. Explosion-like flash;
2. Burrowing and Blinking (PS: Burrowing has a long cooldown, it's only useful for burrowing underground, not for things like the summoner turning into a fossil).
3. Weakness Critical Hit (Fairy).
Fang Zong remained expressionless when he heard the first one.
On the one hand, they didn't know what kind of technique "Explosive Flash" was, and on the other hand, basically the first one that Sister Jiu gave them was always the worst one.
Upon hearing the additional explanation for the second one, Fang Zong's lips twitched, and he continued to pass.
Upon hearing the word "demon" in the third option, I thought, "Fine, no need to choose. If I have a high-level skill, only a fool would want a basic skill!"
Fang Zong already possesses a demon-level technique, Iron Armor Silver Robe (Demon), and in previous battles, he has deeply experienced the terror of demon-level techniques.
However, with the second level of the technique, the recoil force he received from smashing the object was reduced by five percent.
It's a percentage, a powerful percentage!
There's absolutely no need to hesitate!
"Choose Weakness Critical Strike (Demon)." Fang Zong made the choice decisively.
In that instant, Fang Zong seemed to touch the lines of rules between heaven and earth, a feeling that was so moving that it brought him to tears.
He even discovered that everything in the world had weaknesses in his eyes!
It's not a weakness like the countless intersecting lines in three-dimensional or four-dimensional space, nor is it a glowing point like an acupoint. Rather, it's something that he can attack the opponent's weakness and deliver a critical hit whenever he wants!
Ninth Sister laughed and said, "Weakness Critical Strike (Demon), the current level of the technique is one, the effect is a critical strike of 1.5, the cooldown time is medium, please explore it on your own, Summoner."
Fang Zong rolled his eyes: "Can't you tell me?"
Ninth Sister shook her head: "Because I don't know either."
Fang Zong couldn't help but laugh.
It's just a matter of CD time; you'll know after using it twice, so Fang Zong isn't in a hurry.
He smiled at Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo, preparing to completely kill the Flash Whale, which had been cut into nine pieces, when suddenly someone laughed with an aged and relieved expression.
"This young man is impressive."
A blurry, illusory shadow flew up from below. It was a newly created little ghost, but its ghostly aura was not sinister; instead, it had a lively feel to it, making it a spirit ghost.
Fang Zong looked over, his eyes a little red.
“Senior, you’re not all dead, which proves that good deeds are rewarded.” Fang Zong laughed as well.
Sun Laoliu swayed his hunched back, adjusting to his new life: "This old man also likes to live, young man. I'll have to trouble you again next. You need to get me a new ID card. Also, I've just become a ghost and don't know how to live. Could you give me some money?"
"Okay!"
Fang Zong thought for a moment, then handed over the Flash Whale: "Would you like some? While it's hot!"
Sun Laoliu glanced at the Flash Whale, whose head was half-shattered and whose brains were still radiating a sinister chill, and shook his head vigorously with great determination.
Fang Zong: "..."
[You old scoundrel!]
I meant eat it while it's hot!
Before dawn, Fang Zong used an off-road vehicle to transport Sun Laoliu's body back to Xinglong Town. As for Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo, they jumped out of the helicopter and took another helicopter over.
The helicopter landed, attracting a large crowd of onlookers.
After returning to the hotel, Fang Zong first handed over Sun Laoliu's body to the police station, intending to escort it to Sun Village and bury it according to the village's customs.
Fang Zong took a shower and changed his clothes. When he came out, Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo had returned from their trip and told him about the compensation for the houses in the town.
Before Fang Zong could even speak, they had already taken care of it. As for the money, it was just a few million, and the two rich women didn't even bother to mention it.
"Let's go back, we still have things to discuss." Li Xiaoran gave Xue Nuo a look.
Fang Zong nodded. This was indeed not the place to talk. He was about to drive away when Sun Laoliu grabbed him.
The old man puffed on his newly bought pipe and asked, "What about the little girl?"
Fang Zong slapped his forehead. He was furious. He had been chasing the Flash Whale all night and had completely forgotten about this.
Human life is at stake.
How could he forget?
Just as he was thinking about what to do, Sun Laoliu glanced at the cold-faced Li Xiaoran and suggested, "This old man has a solution."
Half an hour later, Fang Zong drove away with his men.
Because she had to attend Sun Laoliu's funeral, Sun Zhilan stayed behind and wasn't in a hurry to go back to her hometown, Sunzhuang. Instead, she comforted her best friend in room 402 of the Home Inn.
At this moment, Ruan Qingqing's face was as cold as frost, and a faint chill emanated from her lower abdomen.
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