He's absolutely amazing.
How could someone as capable as him suffer a loss when he went head-to-head with Fang Zong?
Han Zheng kept retreating, while Fang Zong kept advancing, laughing, "Don't worry, that last time was a triple critical hit. I can only use a double critical hit once now, and I can't beat you anymore."
Han Zheng: "..."
I believed your lies!
The situation is so simple now: I want to kill you, and you want to kill me too.
I was just thinking about how to escape when you said you couldn't beat me?
Am I stupid? Even a fool wouldn't believe you!
Thinking of this, Han Zheng retreated and fled like lightning.
Fang Zong quickly followed, using his teleportation ability, his body moving like a gust of wind. When Wu Yongci emerged, he happened to see the two beams of light that resembled wind and electricity.
Han is running, and Fang is chasing.
Wu Yongci's sense of awe continued to intensify.
In an instant, Han Zheng retreated to the bend in the cave, but did not run away.
He squinted and noticed that the portal to Fang Zong's pursuit was wide open. It seemed that if he suddenly stopped and reached out, he could crush Fang Zong's head.
[Alive!]
[A powerful, living person!]
[The first living person of the younger generation in the East!]
The ghost's instincts made Han Zheng eye Fang Zong's yang energy and essence. Being a greedy ghost, he suddenly gritted his teeth and returned to the spot without warning, his two hands clawing at Fang Zong's forehead.
With a loud bang, Fang Zong's head split open, and blood flowed from his seven orifices.
Fang Zong felt his head buzzing, the pain almost tearing his soul apart, yet he burst into a shrill laugh.
It was very enjoyable, satisfying, and I laughed heartily.
Without a word, his palm pierced straight through Han Zheng's chest.
"Kid, I'm a ghost, let's see who dies first!" Han Zheng grinned maliciously, trying to crush Fang Zong's skull.
Fang Zong raised his eyelids and laughed even more heartily.
"Ding Dang! Congratulations to the Summoner for having a lucky streak! You've obtained the Ghost Butterfly spell, and the number of clone-type demonic quality spells has increased by 1!"
As soon as Ninth Sister's voice rang out, Fang Zong was stunned, then trembled with excitement.
Following past practice, to upgrade a spell of sub-magic quality, you should need four spells of the same type at different tiers.
Unexpectedly, they actually came across a spell of sub-magic quality.
So you mean—it can be improved directly?
Han Zheng, however, was in a bad state; he coughed up blood and trembled all over.
His foundation had been greatly weakened, and he felt as if he couldn't hold Fang Zong's head with his own hands. Fang Zong's palms were covered in flames, but it felt as if they had burned through his internal organs.
"Monster!" Han Zheng quickly withdrew his hand and tried to run away, pulling himself along.
Fang Zong grabbed his sternum and continued to grope him!
"Double kill! Congratulations to the Summoner for getting a double kill! You drew a Ghost Butterfly spell, and the number of illusion-type magic-quality spells has increased by 1!"
"Spell Clone (Sub-Mage) Rank +2, reaching Rank 3. This spell can create a clone to fight, possessing 35% of the original's attack power and 35% of the original's defense power, lasting for three minutes!"
The improvement wasn't significant; it only increased the user's power by about 10%.
Fang Zong was somewhat disappointed, and even more so when he saw Han Zheng's illusory ghostly figure.
Perhaps because he had done too many unethical things, Han Zheng was really unlucky. He was directly allowed to steal two sub-demon quality spells, leaving him with nothing but a weakling who couldn't even compare to a magic master.
The little ghost's body didn't even have bones. Its palm naturally retracted, stirring up a wisp of true yang fire, preparing to burn Han Zheng to death.
But then Han Zheng struggled to back away, raised his hand, and stuffed a handful of egg-shaped objects into his mouth...
"Boom!"
The ghostly aura has increased dramatically!
The chilling aura of the cold iron emanated a sinister light, and Han Zheng's strength instantly returned to the terrifying level of the sixth stage of the Technique Realm.
Fang Zong: "╰(*°▽°*)╯???"
Without saying a word, quickly reach out your hand!
Fang Zong hurriedly tried to grab Han Zheng again, but Han Zheng quickly ran away. This time, he no longer faced Fang Zong directly; he no longer had any intention of targeting Fang Zong.
He just wanted to escape, so he turned around and ran away as fast as he could.
"A clone!" Fang Zong suddenly spat out.
Han Zheng had just turned around when he suddenly crashed into the wall with a 'bang'. He saw Fang Zong in front of him, turned around in surprise, and saw another Fang Zong behind him.
"You're a pervert!" Han Zheng burst into tears.
It's obvious that this is the clone technique he learned from the old ghost!
Why did Fang Zonghui? Why?
He immediately attacked the clone with all his might, shattering it completely. But in that brief moment of delay, someone grabbed his hair.
Fang Zong grabbed his hair,
With her other hand, she reached forward and grabbed his shoulder.
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