Chapter 236 - - 234 Little Heart_1

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A human bomb?

The term inexplicably flashed through Dan Cong’s mind.

But he quickly dismissed the idea.

After unintentionally entering the top ten, he no longer held back, wildly plagiarizing many famous poems and essays, his fame spreading wide throughout the Capital City.

His influence continued to radiate outward, his physical strength far surpassing that from his time in the simulation field.

The Spiritual Power Duge infused into his body made it not easy to burst him open.

And since being captured by Duge, he had also been guessing what Duge’s keyword might be.

To restore his ink characters.

Without restoring the ink characters, he could directly deconstruct permanently sturdy houses, so it was very likely that the other party’s keyword was related to destruction.

But keywords related to destruction tend to yield extremely violent skills, and Duge’s methods of attack were not much different from native cultivators, not resembling the effects brought about by skills.

To tell the truth,

He was somewhat unsure what Duge’s skill was.

From the beginning to the end, Dan Cong never connected the removal of his arm and the transfer of power into his body with skills—there were too many methods native cultivators could use to achieve these two points.

The supervisory envoy in the sky glanced downward, as if pondering over Duge’s intentions.

Duge’s movements were very fast, far exceeding an average person at the Divinity Transformation Realm.

But no matter how strong, he was still at the Divinity Transformation Realm. Perhaps he could evade the attack of flying swords with his movement techniques, but once he, in the Void Refinement Realm, got close, Spiritual Power would be completely suppressed, and there would be no chance for a counter-kill.

As long as he got close, he could always restrain the little guy below, seal his meridians.

And then, rescue Dan Cong…

The supervisory envoy thought it over and over but couldn’t figure out the purpose of Duge’s actions.

In the end,

He could only chalk it up to the naivety of the small cultivator.

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“Supervisory envoy, do you disagree with my suggestion, or are you afraid that I, a mere cultivator at the Divinity Transformation Realm, will take the opportunity to plot against you?” Duge said with a smile, “Or perhaps, you have a better idea? It’s alright, I can wait, wait for you to think of a better solution…”

You’re asking for it!

The supervisory envoy glanced at Duge, withdrew the flying swords surrounding him, and descended gracefully.

The moment he landed on the mountaintop, Duge could no longer sense the circulation of Spiritual Energy around him.

The Void Refinement Realm was like a vortex, devouring all the Spiritual Energy in the air, making Duge feel as though he were in a desert of Spiritual Energy, relying only on the Spiritual Power stored in his body.

How domineering!

After landing on the mountaintop, the supervisory envoy reached out and slapped towards Duge.

Just at that instant,

A sudden turn of events occurred.

A short exclamation.

Dan Cong’s remaining arm and a leg left his body without any warning.

The supervisory envoy was taken aback for a moment, as Dan Cong’s leg was already flying towards his face.

He subconsciously caught it.

But following closely, Duge’s fingers had already torn open his clothes, brushed his arm, and in a very brief period, touched it several times.

For a month, Duge had been practicing the skill of stripping people’s clothes, and he had reached peak expertise.

Because he had to protect Dan Cong’s leg, the supervisory envoy wasn’t prepared for Duge’s surprise attack.

He also didn’t expect that Duge wouldn’t attack his vitals but would extend a hand just to brush his arm, leaving him completely unguarded.

Feeling a lightness on his body, the supervisory envoy’s clothes had already flown off, and the sword case on his back also fell to the ground.

Following that,

A sharp pain came from his shoulder, his arm had left his body, and with it disappeared a layer of Spiritual Power.

“You’re courting death!”

The supervisory envoy, completely caught in Duge’s trap and now bare, was greatly shocked. In a fury, he expelled his Spiritual Power, restraining Duge’s Spiritual Power, and with his remaining hand, he struck towards Duge’s forehead.

Even with his Spiritual Power restrained, Duge’s attributes remained.

Furthermore, having just plundered a Void Refinement Realm powerhouse, his physical prowess had skyrocketed once again. He lifted the supervisory envoy’s arm, which he held, to block the descending hand, “Your hand!”

The supervisory envoy promptly withdrew his strength.

But Duge’s other hand had already brushed his body.

Following that,

Another intense pain erupted in his stomach.

The supervisory envoy was horrified. No longer attempting to kill Duge, he retreated immediately, hoping to create distance and then finish Duge. This guy was even more peculiar than Dan Cong…

“Your liver.”

Duge glanced at the object that had appeared in his hand, curled his lip, and held it up.

Plucking Feathers in Passing: As long as he touched the opponent, he was sure to take something from them.

Once the opponent’s external items were completely stripped away, touching their body allowed for specifying which part to take; without specifying, it would be a random theft…

The first time, Duge habitually plucked the supervisory envoy’s arm, and finding he still couldn’t control him afterward, he decisively changed his strategy to random theft. Just after crossing over, he had randomly plucked a heart, and the opponent died instantly.

In situations where there was a possibility of not absorbing any Spiritual Power, it was of course preferable to take the opponent’s life to ensure one’s own safety.

Unfortunately, this time his luck was not good—he randomly got a liver.

Otherwise.

If he had randomly plucked out either a heart or a lung, the opponent would have had no chance of survival.

Floating in the air, the supervisory envoy instinctively clutched at his left abdomen, his eyes filled with rage. He mobilized all his Spiritual Power to control the sword case that had just fallen to the ground. Over a dozen flying swords shot out, intending to kill that despicable creature below.

“Don’t move,” Duge said, holding a liver in one hand and an arm in the other, confident, “They can be reattached in their intact state, but if I crush them, you might only have a few days to live. The sooner you reattach them, the better they’ll heal!”

The flying swords jerked to a halt, once again hovering in front of Duge.

The supervisory envoy looked at the items in Duge’s hands, clenching his teeth in frustration, practically choking on his own blood.

This time, he truly hesitated out of concern for his treasured possessions.

If he had known that his liver and arm would be taken as hostages, he would have killed Dan Cong and this bastard together earlier.

Ten Dan Congs weren’t worth one of his livers!

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Dan Cong stood on one leg atop a mountain, looking at the parts of himself scattered all around, his heart filled with desolation. He no longer had any interest in pondering what exactly Duge’s keyword might have been.

His poetic fame was spreading.

His attributes grew incessantly, and his wounds healed quickly. In just a short while, they had already mended.

But left with one leg, what the hell could he play at!

Perhaps he could overcome it and learn to write with his foot…

But with Duge now having the upper hand, even having plucked the supervisory envoy’s arm and liver, how could he possibly leave any way out for him!

Why was he so unlucky?

Finally chancing upon a high-quality keyword and awakening an almost heaven-defying ability, all because he inadvertently broke into the top ten, ended up in such a plight.

Why?

Why was he so unlucky?

Was it just for verifying a keyword, by writing a poem?

Curse that damned waiter; if he hadn’t seen his verse, how could that poem have possibly spread?

Without that poem to bring him fame, how could he have entered the top ten so quickly?

If he hadn’t made it to the top ten, he could have stayed a proper Hanlin, waited for everyone else to reveal themselves, then made a name for himself in one fell swoop… How satisfying that would have been…

All the waiter’s fault.

Why did he have to be literate?

And that bastard, just two months, only two months, why the rush…

Give him two years, no, just one year, and once his verses spread throughout the world, no one would be able to do anything to him then!

Truly damn it!

Tears streamed down Dan Cong’s cheeks. He always knew the Alien Battlefield was brutal, but he never expected it to be this harsh. Just two months, and in two months, he was done for…

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“What must I do for you to return my liver and arm?” The supervisory envoy held back his rage, forcing himself to calm down. He hadn’t even mentioned his liver when suddenly, the pain struck him—how could he just take out a liver through the belly?

What kind of people were these two!

“Join us. When we become one family, naturally, I’ll return both your liver and arm to you,” Duge said with a grin, confidently introducing himself, “I am, frankly, from Medical Immortal Valley, and can reattach them for free!”

Someone from Medical Immortal Valley?

The air suddenly grew quiet.

The supervisory envoy even felt he had heard wrong. Medical Immortal Valley didn’t even have a Void Refinement cultivator; who gave you the gall to hop around Capital City!

“Wang Chong, you’re Wang Chong.” Dan Cong instantly understood Duge’s identity and became hysterical, “Are you crazy? At a time like this, shouldn’t you be quietly developing? Do you have any idea how many eyes are watching you?”

“Aren’t I developing right now?” Duge replied without turning his head, “Shut your mouth. We could still collaborate. Keep yapping, and I’ll finish you off in a while…”

There’s still a chance to live?

Dan Cong’s voice stopped abruptly. Right, Duge had already dealt with that supervisory envoy but hadn’t killed him immediately, so there was still a chance to live. As an Alien Warrior, one must not give up any possible opportunity.

“How can I join you?” The supervisory envoy fell silent for a moment before asking.

“Come down, let me touch you,” Duge said, looking up at the sky, “Just one touch, and I’ll tell you.”

“You think I’d fall for that?” the supervisory envoy retorted angrily, “If you touch me, would I still be alive?”

“What are you afraid of? If I wanted to kill you, I’d have taken your heart earlier,” Duge said with a smirk, weighing the liver in his hand, “But don’t say I didn’t warn you. The longer an organ is detached, the lower the chances of it surviving. You could hold onto it and infuse it with Spiritual Energy to maintain its vitality…”

After pondering for a moment, the supervisory envoy could not resist the temptation to retrieve his liver and flashed back in front of Duge. He glared at Duge: “Well, touch me then!”

Duge stuffed his arm back into his hands and laid his other hand on the supervisory envoy’s shoulder.

The moment Duge’s hand touched his shoulder, the supervisory envoy shuddered violently, but the next moment, his eyes widened in shock because he felt the Spiritual Power within him pouring out, all streaming towards Duge’s palm.

The supervisory envoy was alarmed: “You…”

“Don’t move, or you’ll lose more organs!” Duge threatened placidly, reveling in the pleasure of his increased Spiritual Power, trying to calm the supervisory envoy, “Don’t worry, I won’t take too much. It’s just a little Spiritual Power compared to your liver. It’ll be replenished in a few days.”

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