Chapter 58

Suddenly, the slave trader was kicked by Dugu Fu's set of Foshan Shadowless Kick, losing half a tube of blood. Losing his footing, he staggered backward.

He tried to resist, but the attacks from the opposite side were like a storm, impossible to block. He tried to dodge, but the other party's movement was strange and incredibly fast, attacking while running without any delay. Losing the initiative, he couldn't even find a chance to counterattack, just being beaten and rolling around...

Later, he didn't even know what strange things Dugu Fu was using to hit him, and he rolled all the way back to the respawn point.

"Ah... ah..." Coming out of the respawn point, the slave trader's eyes turned red, feeling extremely frustrated and depressed! The communicator was filled with chaotic shouts, calling over a dozen brothers who were also involved in the slave trade, to gather at the red-marked coordinates on the map, while he himself charged over.

This was a county town, and the respawn point was inside the Tianren Pavilion in the county, just a few hundred meters from where he died.

However, when his companions surrounded the red-marked point, they all reported back, saying they found nothing?

Nothing found? How could that be? They were clearly standing in the same spot as the one who killed them. The slave trader found it increasingly strange as he ran, and in just a few minutes, he reached the spot and met up with his companions. Indeed, as his companions said, there was nothing to be found...

Could it be that the guy was invisible? That shouldn't be possible; this was the world of the Republic of China's martial arts masters, not the World of Warcraft or the Dungeon. Looking again, the slave trader suddenly saw the red-marked spot, and he felt dizzy.

What was the red-marked spot?

It was a slow-moving turtle crawling in the street gutter. Looking closely, it seemed to be the same turtle Dugu Fu had just bought... At this point, the slave trader finally understood what Dugu Fu had used to hit him. Clearly, he had a turtle in his right hand and a bag of snails in his left...

This move was similar to Li Shier's trick of using a stick to hit people, but Dugu Fu's skills were shallow, and he couldn't use hidden strength, so he had to use these hard-shelled things as substitutes.

It turned out that the guy had been planning to kill him when he came to the fish market, and he had sent himself forward without any defense. Who did he encounter today? Standing in front of his own corpse, the slave trader felt dizzy... Not only did he die once, but his body was also stripped naked, and he didn't even have time to come and retrieve it.

But... it doesn't matter! He could run away, but not the task. The exclusive task was still on him, and as long as he applied to the system, the system could locate the task issuer, making it convenient for players to complete the task. But... opening the task bar, the slave trader spat out another mouthful of blood.

The task was gone, already cleared.

At this point, he vaguely remembered that this task was not only an exclusive task but also an expert-level task. If you died during the task, it was considered a failure.

Who did he encounter today... Opening his backpack and checking the records, the slave trader felt like crying but couldn't.

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While he was on the verge of tears, Dugu Fu was in a very good mood. After the chaos at the dock, his practical combat experience had greatly increased, and the power of the Heaven-Turning Kick had been demonstrated in actual combat, which was the first point; he had earned NPC experience points, which was the second point.

The key to this deception was that the first reward was a treasure map, not the treasure itself. If players suspected and refused to accept it, they wouldn't get the treasure map and couldn't determine if it was a scam. But as long as they accepted it, he would get part of the experience, and he definitely wouldn't lose...

This directly boosted his NPC level to level 2. With the top-tier, exclusive, and expert-level restrictions, the effects were quite significant. This would make it easier for him to deceive next time!

The only downside was that the physical gains were a bit meager... a few small yellow fish, several silver dollars, and some medicine, that was all. It was too pitiful, not enough to cover the effort of making the treasure map.

This was his greed showing. The loot wasn't bad, but he had been spoiled by the likes of Hong Qingsong, and a little money no longer appealed to him.

After dealing with the slave trader, he didn't go home immediately. He first went to the weapon shop to pick up the custom-made white wax short staves he had ordered. The Heaven-Turning Kick required weapons, and to fully unleash its power, he needed good weapons.

Leaving the weapon shop, he went to the hotel room, his contact point with San Guang Budao. He had asked San Guang Budao to gather as much information as possible about Hong Qingsong's movements. Based on his understanding of the fatso, he knew that after suffering a loss, he would definitely try to get even.

But there was no news from San Guang Budao. Taking advantage of the crowd and the not-so-deep night, Dugu Fu sneaked back home unnoticed.

Next, of course, was to seclude himself and practice...

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The night was deep, and all was quiet.

In the darkness, the occasional chirping of insects and the calls of birds made everything seem even more serene.

This was a completely different style from the colorful neon lights, the bustling and noisy world of the real world.

However, in this world, there were also places with bright lights and bustling crowds, just a few hundred meters away, at the center of the Tianren Pavilion—the place specifically designed for players to relax and unwind. Inside, there were the most exquisite beauties, the most beautiful music, the most delicious food, and the most comfortable enjoyment... This was a world created by humans, of course, to satisfy human needs.

There was action when you wanted action, peace when you wanted peace, adventure when you wanted adventure, and enjoyment when you wanted enjoyment...

But even in the past, Dugu Fu had rarely experienced such a life of debauchery, and now he wouldn't miss it at all. Standing in the courtyard, his mind as calm as an ancient well, he practiced each move, sweating profusely. He was gradually grasping the essence of Ming Strength.

This was explained in many books, essentially the power generated by the body, the normal release of muscle and bone strength. Everyone could talk about it, but without the insight, you actually knew nothing.

Now, he knew...

Practicing Ming Strength, his movements would become faster and his strength would grow, but this enhancement wasn't just about muscle strength; it also included the coordination of mind, intention, and hands.

At the peak, the mind and hands would move together, the intention and strength would align, and the body's strength would no longer be scattered but concentrated. When you wanted to release it, you could release it; when you wanted to hold it back, you could hold it back. Moving like thunder, still like a mountain, the attack power would greatly increase!

"Little Fu, are you still not sleeping?" The window opened, and the innkeeper's wife poked her head out, her hair disheveled and her eyes sleepy, exuding a unique charm.

Dugu Fu was taken aback for a moment before shaking his head: "I won't sleep. Sister Wei, did I disturb you? I'll be quieter."

"I'm fine. But you, how can you not sleep? You didn't sleep yesterday, and if you keep this up, your body will break down..."

Dugu Fu smiled bitterly, thinking to himself: I want to sleep, but who can help it that the power of the thousand-year-old ginseng is so strong. Just a couple of bites, and the heat in my body hasn't dissipated for a whole day. If I don't practice, my mind is full of...

Looking at the innkeeper's wife's alluring appearance, he finally managed to look away and suppress a certain evil thought: "Sister Wei, go back to sleep. I really can't sleep, I'll practice a bit more."

The innkeeper's wife rustled as she got out of bed and started dressing: "Then I'll make you some midnight snack."