Chapter 197 - - 197 The Way of Looting Is Wrong_1

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Ah!

A sharp cry of alarm.

The little junior sister who had hurried over caught sight of the scene in the courtyard, and instinctively turned away, wondering what Third Senior Brother was doing, and how in the midst of battle, he had stripped someone naked?

How could she ever go out with him again in the future?

Seventh Junior Brother was also stunned; he looked at the two cleanly shaven fellows, not even a hair left on them, feeling a wave of relief, indeed Third Senior Brother had shown mercy to him.

However.

Immediately after, his heart filled with ecstasy, the sect’s mental method was truly formidable, Third Senior Brother was mighty!

“Third Senior Brother, I’m here to help you,” Seventh Junior Brother didn’t care about anything else, Duge was the hope for the revival of Seven Star Gate, naturally, he couldn’t just stand by and watch his senior brother in trouble, he brandished his sword and charged in, joining the battle.

“Seventh Junior Brother, be careful, don’t hurt them,” Duge warned the junior brother who had rushed in, grabbing living people provided faster attribute growth than grabbing dead ones, of course, he didn’t want these people killed by his junior brother.

Seventh Junior Brother stumbled, nearly wounded by the opponent’s sword, and cast a resentful glance at Duge, as if to say, ‘Don’t hurt them, but can I even beat them?’, thinking Third Senior Brother you have too much faith in me.

Duge, toying with his two junior brothers, deftly stripping them of their clothes during the fight and even shaving their heads clean, had also brought the others to enlightenment.

The leader made a snap judgement, “It’s futile, retreat.”

Having said this.

He turned and ran.

The rest didn’t tangle with Seventh Junior Brother anymore and bolted out as fast as they could.

If the opponent could strip them bare in combat, he could just as easily take their lives at any moment, being a high-level practitioner in the Foundation Establishment Stage, if not now, when else to run?

The two who had been stripped bare didn’t even bother to pick up their clothes from the ground, instead, they fled with the main group.

“Thinking you can come and go as you please? Seventh Junior Brother, Little Junior Sister, hold them back,” Duge sneered, leaping toward the nearest naked man. After the attribute increase, his speed had become much faster. Under the boost of spiritual power, he caught up with the man in two or three steps, slapping out with his palm.

The man was terrified.

He subconsciously turned around to parry.

Their hands met.

Ah!

A wail of agony!

The man’s hand was severed at the wrist, blood spewing out, a look of terror in his eyes as he used spiritual power to seal the wound, bearing the pain, he didn’t dare to continue fight and turned to flee again.

“Dare to run, and I’ll twist your head off,” Duge threatened.

Upon hearing this.

The man dared not linger any longer.

He tried to run, but Duge naturally wouldn’t be polite, rushing once again to his back, reaching out to grab him, the man ducked his head, and Duge touched his shoulder instead.

This time Duge used a random grasping technique.

The moment his palm left the man’s body, a throbbing heart landed in Duge’s palm.

Ah!

A scream of horror!

The man collapsed to the ground, eyes wide open in death.

Indeed, once the external possessions were thoroughly looted, it started with the organs and limbs of the other side.

Plucking Feathers in Passing was indeed domineering!

Duge confirmed the brutality of his skill, tossing aside the warm heart, and rose again to chase after the fleeing group. After three consecutive simulation fields, he had seen many cruel scenes; Wang San, a girl, could even handle a skull without changing her expression, a mere heart was far from shaking his resolve.

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First seize the hand, then seize the heart.

Duge’s attributes had grown slightly, biting tightly at the heels of the group, “Don’t run, just let me rob you nicely, and your lives can be spared, but if I catch you, I’ll rob you of your lives.”

The more he spoke, the faster the people in front ran.

After all.

They had killed his master and several disciples of Seven Star Gate, the two sides were already mortal enemies, so if they were caught, they would be surprised to still have life.

“Senior, you’re merely at the Foundation Establishment Stage, do you truly intend to exterminate us?” The leader asked, looking at Duge who was getting closer, “Sky Mist Valley has over a dozen Foundation Establishment experts, if you kill us, Sky Mist Valley will certainly pursue the matter to the end. Why not leave this dilapidated Seven Star Gate and enjoy freedom in the vast world?”

“Indeed, a Foundation Establishment expert can find a living anywhere!” another chimed in, “Why stick with Seven Star Gate to the bitter end? We can introduce you to Sky Mist Valley; you’d still be treated as an esteemed guest.”

“I just wanted to strip you bare to vent my anger, why run? Serving Seven Star Gate isn’t worth it, but is it worth it for you to serve Sky Mist Valley? Once your lives are gone, no matter how glorious Sky Mist Valley is, you can’t enjoy it,” Duge said, “Seven Star Valley is short of people, my word is my bond, if you’re willing to join Seven Star Gate, I can spare your lives…”

In the midst of talking.

Duge had already reached the last person, extending his hand, a Longsword appeared in his grasp.

Duge, with an extraordinary talent for combat, thrust forward with the Longsword he had just grabbed, piercing into the man’s back…

Ow!

The man let out a wail, abruptly darting forward, running even faster.

“Brother, won’t you stop to heal your wounds? Your boss was right, I could give up Seven Star Gate and enjoy my freedom whenever I want, but if you die, you’re truly dead. Sky Mist Valley might not be able to catch me to avenge you,” Duge clenched at his tail, continuing to tempt with words, “It’s better to live a bad life than to die a good death. If you don’t die today, who knows, you might have a chance to turn the tables in the future!”

With fear creeping into his heart, the injured man couldn’t run fast and was soon caught up by Duge.

The moment Duge touched him, he yanked out the man’s undershirt, and then, casually plunged Longsword into his lower back.

With two wounds causing severe pain, continuing to run was certain death—he’d just get stabbed a few more times. Gritting his teeth, the man said, “Senior, I’m willing to join Seven Star Gate, please spare my life!”

“Alright, you stand still first,” Duge said with a smile.

Taking a deep breath, the man obediently stopped.

Then.

He felt a pair of hands swiftly sweeping over his body.

After that.

He became as neat and clean as could be, with not a single hair left upon his head.

He wanted to cry but had no tears—what kind of sick joke was this?

“I am magnanimous and shall spare your life. Heal yourself here; I’m going to chase after the others,” Duge gave him a smile, managing to brush up his own nobleness and continued the chase, shouting as he ran, “A wise man submits to circumstances. One of the brothers has already surrendered. Do the rest of you still wish to run? That brother who is naked, if you keep running, it’ll be dawn soon…”

The naked little disciple, with a black face and focusing on fleeing for his life, scorned the idea of dawn—escaping was the priority. If he could get away, clothes could easily be stolen!

“Senior brother, he’s caught up again,” a masked man said in panic, “he’s even faster than before; he’s just toying with us. Let’s fight him! If we keep going, he’ll pick us off one by one.”

“Doesn’t he love stripping people’s clothes?” another masked man suggested, “We can let one person hold him off, and the rest of us take him by surprise; maybe we have a chance to kill him. So what if he’s a Foundation Establishment expert? Arrogance in battle has led to many a higher-ranked expert being killed unexpectedly…”

“Fine, let’s do this,” the leader glanced back at the rapidly closing Duge, “Laoliu, you carry the most trinkets, you can hold him off; we will kill him.”

“Why should it be me?” Laoliu reflexively argued.

“Could it be the little disciple instead?” the leader glared at him, retorting, “Having the example of the little disciple and Laoliu, you’re not in grave danger until he’s stripped you completely. We’re all grown men; kill him and you can put your clothes back on. Why make a fuss? Once he catches up, we’re all dead…”

Laoliu’s gaze flickered, and he finally made up his mind, “Fine, I’ll hold him off; kill him quickly. Let’s get one thing straight: clothes can be stripped, but my hair absolutely cannot be shaved off. Chun Mei is still waiting for me back at the gate…”

“Don’t worry, I saw it, he won’t catch your hair, so it should be safe. Just be careful dodging,” the leader instructed, glancing at the approaching Duge, then suddenly turned around, “Disciples, attack!”

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Blades flashed, clothes flew.

Half a moment later.

Outside the Seven Star Gate, several clean-shaven heads appeared, each looking at Duge with a terrified expression as if they had seen a ghost.

Their plan had succeeded.

But also failed.

Laoliu did indeed save himself to hinder Duge, and their swords did in fact stab Duge several times. However, bizarrely, whenever they withdrew their blades, Duge’s wounds healed almost instantly.

It was as if the man was unkillable!

This situation.

Utterly destroyed their will to fight.

Then, all of their possessions were plundered by Duge.

“You… you’re not human,” the leader stuttered looking at Duge, voice trembling, “Even a Golden Core True Man couldn’t emerge unscathed after being stabbed with the sword.”

“Are you certain you stabbed me?” Duge asked with a smile, casually dismissing, “I can steal your undergarments through your coats. With unmatched hand and body techniques, how could you insignificant fishes possibly stab me? You hit nothing but my afterimage.”

“…” The leader looked at the fresh blood on Duge’s clothing, opened his mouth, but fell silent. Whether it was an afterimage or rapid healing, they were now at his mercy, and it was pointless to argue further.

Unbeknownst to them.

Though Duge had subdued several men with his skills, his mind was somewhat gloomy—it was indeed fast to increase attributes by robbing those of higher realms.

But this kind of fast wasn’t what he wanted.

Used to snowballing attributes, this robbery was too slow in comparison.

Unless he could plunder a Mahayana realm old ancestor and become instantly famous.

Otherwise, stealing from these unknown foot soldiers wouldn’t likely bring him to the second simulation field’s snowball-accumulated attributes even in ten years.

He had taken the wrong path with robbery!

How could robbery compare with trade?

Trade, robbery?

Trade?

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in Duge’s mind.

Capital.

At its core, capital is about plunder. Who could possibly outdo capital in speed of acquisition?

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