High Martial Arts: Invincible Starts from Basic Archery
Chapter 247 - 246: Experience Points, Over 300,000? (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 247: Chapter 246: Experience Points, Over 300,000? (Please Subscribe)

"Who the hell is that guy!"

After using a transfer spell, Peng Song’s face was pale.

But more than that, he was more concerned about Chen Fan’s identity.

From their earlier conversation, it was clear the other party didn’t know their identities. Of course, just in case, they chose to kill and silence him to avoid exposing their tracks.

But reality is stark compared to ideals.

Not only did they fail to kill and silence him or hide their tracks, they also lost their comrades’ lives. If others in the sect found out when they returned, they would surely be ridiculed.

"That masked man, I’ll remember you!"

He gritted his teeth and said, "When I go back, next time, I’ll take your life!"

"No need for next time, this time will do."

A voice suddenly sounded ahead.

The masked man blocked his way.

"You?"

Peng Song stopped abruptly, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.

How is this possible?

He used the transfer technique to instantly teleport seven or eight kilometers away! It’s even better than those C-level Awakener’s teleportation items.

But the technique burns essence blood as a cost, and cannot be used unless absolutely necessary.

But how could this guy still keep up? How did he know which direction I fled?

"Who, who are you? How did you find me?"

He asked with difficulty.

"Who are you guys?"

Chen Fan countered.

"Hmph, dream on if you want to know my identity!" Peng Song sneered, eyes fixed on Chen Fan.

Although he didn’t know how Chen Fan found him, he could keep using it and didn’t believe Chen Fan could keep up.

"Soul Capture."

Bright light flashed in Chen Fan’s eyes.

Peng Song only felt the world spinning, and suddenly lost consciousness, standing blankly.

"Phew..."

Chen Fan let out a breath.

While talking to his opponent, he had directly upgraded the [Soul Shifting Technique] to Perfection Realm, costing over ten thousand experience points.

One of its core traits is Soul Capture, directly controlling the opponent’s mind through eye contact.

The greater the difference in spiritual power, the longer the control lasts.

Judging from what happened just now, it worked very well indeed.

He stepped forward and found the black ball in the opponent’s hand had disappeared.

"He probably hid it in some space item."

Chen Fan muttered, "No rush, let’s take him back first."

Grabbing the opponent’s shoulder, he winded and darted to the injured man’s side.

"Thump."

The man saw the mask on Chen Fan’s face and was so terrified that he fell to the ground, extremely frightened.

This guy, returned?

Yes, he probably didn’t catch up with Brother Peng, so he chased after me.

Well, I was ready to die anyway, as long as...

Again a "thump" sound as someone was thrown to the ground.

He instinctively looked, being struck by astonishment.

"Brother Peng? You, aren’t you?"

His mouth opened wide, wide enough to swallow a basket of eggs.

Yet the latter lay on the ground, eyes rolled back, oblivious.

"Brother Peng, Brother Peng, what’s wrong? Brother Peng!"

"Alright, stop shouting."

Chen Fan glanced impatiently, "He is under my control, can’t you see?"

"Under your control?"

The injured man was stunned.

Looking at Peng Song’s state, he swallowed hard.

It seems, indeed so.

Brother Peng’s current state resembled those they had controlled before.

"You?"

In the next moment, he felt enveloped by a deathly aura and lost consciousness completely.

"Annoying." Chen Fan withdrew his finger.

Since he had caught this Peng, the other guy had no further use and could be killed directly with Soul-Annihilating Finger.

"What’s your name?"

He looked at the man lying on the ground.

"Peng Song."

The man answered honestly.

"Who are you people? Why are you here? What was that black ball you had just now?"

Chen Fan bombarded him with questions.

"We are from the Black Demon Sect. We sensed a lot of death energy here, so we came. The black ball in my hand can absorb the energy of dead beings."

Peng Song said, word by word.

Although not very fluent, it was understandable.

"Black Demon Sect?"

Chen Fan frowned.

He felt like he had seen this name somewhere.

Yes, a couple of days ago, while attending the Awakened Association test with Gu Ze, he absentmindedly flipped through a booklet.

There were many wanted notices on the first page.

One of them was about a guy nicknamed Sacrificer who founded this Black Demon Sect, right?

"Why do you collect these things?" Chen Fan asked.

"We bring the energy back to Lord Bishop, who grants us power to become stronger," Peng Song said.

"Granting you power to become stronger?" Chen Fan asked, "Is that the only use? No other purposes?"

"Yes, according to Lord Bishop, the more energy we collect, the more likely we can summon Lord Black Demon’s followers, or even one day directly bring Lord Black Demon here."

Chen Fan realized.

Summoning creatures from Alternate Space to here might be Black Demon Sect’s real goal.

Giving these people extraordinary power was like offering them a temptation, making them eagerly sacrifice others.

In other words, the power of these people came from that so-called Lord Black Demon.

No wonder he felt they were strange.

Understanding this, Chen Fan’s face turned grim.

So, these people’s hands had already reached here? This place is only four or five hundred miles from Anshan City and Chen Family Fortress.

If he didn’t run into this group today, who knows if one day they wouldn’t attack his fortress?

"Where’s the black ball you were holding? Get it out."

"Yes."

Peng Song, like a puppet, obeyed Chen Fan’s command.

With a wipe on a ring, a black ball appeared in his hand.

Chen Fan took it instantly. The moment it touched his palm, an icy cold sensation surged, and a bloodthirsty intent arose from his heart.

He snorted coldly.

Immediately, the sensations vanished.

Suddenly, some lines of information appeared in his mind.

[Collection Magic Ball discovered, large amounts of death energy found]

[Due to significant energy attribute differences, currently unable to absorb this energy]

[Destroying the Collection Magic Ball grants 320,000 experience points. Note, upon destruction, the death energy will also dissipate]

Chen Fan’s eyes widened.

His gaze landed on the third line of information.

This thing was called Collection Magic Ball? Never mind that, the important thing was, destroying it would immediately grant him 320,000 experience points.

320,000 points!

Previously, after much effort, he had earned less than 50,000 experience points.

Yet by simply destroying this thing, he could get 320,000 points!

Of course, looking at the three lines of information, this seemed like a last resort, an action to be taken only if necessary.

According to the first line, this death energy could indeed be useful for him, probably convertible into massive potential points.

But then the second sentence came.

Energy attribute difference.

Obviously, the absorbed death energy was one of many energy types, similar to True Qi.

But for him, cultivating True Qi, he couldn’t absorb this energy.

After all, one belongs to the living, the other to the dead.

Maybe one day there would be a way, as the information used the term "temporarily," indicating some method to convert this energy could exist.

Who knows when that would be.

Converting to experience points was simple; destroy it. It was like getting experience from killing prey.

"Better to choose experience points." Chen Fan thought.

As the saying goes, a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. Especially in the apocalypse, converting resources into personal strength as quickly as possible was paramount.

"Crack!"

The Collection Magic Ball shattered, scattering into countless fragments.

[Experience points +320,000]

Seeing this notification in his mind, Chen Fan’s face showed satisfaction.

320,000 points, enough to max out over twenty Inner Strength Heart Methods.

Using it on martial arts would yield even more.

Then, his gaze focused back on Peng Song, "Do you have any more black balls on you?"

Peng Song shook his head, "Each team carries only one. We return after collecting enough energy."

"I see."

Chen Fan nodded, then asked, "Do you know where the others are now?"

Even if not, destroying Collection Magic Balls for experience points was enough.

He would not show mercy to these devilish sacrificers.

If he did, one day these people might target his family.

"No clue."

Peng Song shook his head, "Each team acts alone, returning after collecting enough energy, then departing again."

"Oh?"

Chen Fan’s eyes brightened, instinctively wanting to ask their lair’s location but changed to ask, "How’s the defense at your base? What’s the strength of the strongest?"

"There’s a bishop, a B-level Awakener, favored by the Sect Leader, said to be very strong."

"B-level."

Chen Fan took a deep breath.

Surely that Celestial Demon granted him some power? His strength probably surpasses ordinary B-level Awakeners.

Nothing is ever simple.

After enough questioning, Chen Fan nodded, feeling the time was right.

He’d gotten what he wanted, so keeping this guy was pointless.

"But wait, maybe there’s some use."

Chen Fan pondered, a bold idea popping into his head.