High Martial Arts: Invincible Starts from Basic Archery Chapter 788 - 615: Holy Spirit Swordsmanship

"Alter... alter the deal?"

Several dark figures traded looks among themselves.

"That's right."

Chen Fan grinned and replied, "To stay alive, hand over Supreme-level Martial Arts in exchange."

"!"

One shadowy figure flared up in anger upon hearing this.

It was accustomed to intimidating others, yet when had it ever faced threats itself?

Right as it opened its mouth to retort, its gaze caught the Thunder God Dharma Aspect looming behind Chen Fan, forcing it to gulp down its outburst.

The harsh lesson was staring it in the face, after all.

Should it dare to voice dissent, the opponent might really obliterate its soul.

The remaining shadows wore expressions of deep regret.

Had they foreseen this outcome, they would've accepted Chen Fan's initial offer.

At the very least, they could've traded for a few Divine Demon-level Martial Arts.

Divine Demon-level Martial Arts—that's the path to ascending as a Martial God. Besides, they were stuck here anyway; what if they actually mastered one?

Not like the current mess, where they ended up empty-handed and risking their very existence.

"If we reveal the Supreme-level Martial Arts we're aware of, will you honestly release us without reneging?"

Hei Yu's voice rang out, its face twisting with complicated emotions as it eyed Chen Fan.

It had once dismissed the fellow as a mere insect ripe for squashing.

Yet reality flipped the script, revealing itself as the insignificant pest.

Should time turn back, it would never have stirred trouble with him.

"Naturally."

Chen Fan chuckled and assured, "There's no deep-seated enmity between us. Once you share the Cultivation Techniques, I've got no reason to end you, particularly since you're confined here and unable to venture out to hurt innocents."

"Exactly, exactly."

At Chen Fan's reassurance, the cluster of shadows hurriedly chimed in agreement.

"Young friend, you're spot on. Sure, we might not be saints, but we've never stepped outside to cause harm."

"Anyone we affected fell victim to their own avarice, drawn in by our lures. Think about it—if they hadn't been swayed, how could we have touched them?"

"Right, right."

"Stop it."

Chen Fan cut them off abruptly.

Those who wandered in had only themselves to blame. After all, regular folk couldn't stumble upon the Secret Realm; entrants were typically Celestial Realm Martial Artists, far from ordinary.

Getting ensnared by temptation was largely a case of the hunter becoming the hunted.

Still, actively baiting and igniting those cravings—was that any better?

It was a toss-up either way.

"For survival, every one of you needs to cough up at least two Supreme-level Martial Arts, all unique."

"Two... two?"

"And no duplicates?"

The shadows grew flustered at the demand.

Supreme-level Martial Arts didn't match Divine Demon-level ones in rarity, but they weren't as plentiful as roadside veggies.

Furthermore, as members of the Red Dragon Sect, their access to such techniques was quite restricted.

"What's this, complaints?"

Chen Fan cast a sharp look across the group.

The shadows shook their heads in frantic denial.

Though Supreme-level Martial Arts in the Red Dragon Sect were scarce, they'd consumed plenty of trespassers, gleaning some from their recollections.

Pooling two per individual ought to work out.

"Young friend," Hei Yu forced a sycophantic grin, "I already handed over the Great Vajra Divine Power earlier—does that count toward my share? I'll toss in one more to meet the quota?"

"I was just getting to that reckoning."

Chen Fan scoffed, "You meddled with the Great Vajra Divine Power you passed me, didn't you?"

Hei Yu's grin vanished in an instant.

It longed to refute but found no words escaping its lips.

Consider it: how could a powerhouse who subdued it fail to spot flaws in the Cultivation Technique?

Confessing might offer an escape.

But lying would surely spell doom.

"Y-yes."

It dropped to its knees outright, pleading, "Mercy, senior—I'll provide three Supreme-level Martial Arts."

"Three?"

Chen Fan's brow furrowed.

"All of them—I'll divulge every Martial Art I possess."

Hei Yu hastily amended its offer.

"Much better."

Chen Fan gave a faint nod.

"Gratitude, senior, for granting me life."

Hei Yu acted as if absolved of a death sentence, quivering as it rose.

The nearby shadows exhaled in profound relief.

Fortune smiled on them for holding back from clashing with Chen Fan before.

Else, they'd be groveling like Hei Yu, imploring clemency.

"When we begin, ensure no duplicate Cultivation Techniques or Martial Arts. And one final warning."

Chen Fan's gaze hardened, "Should I catch any sly tricks in the Cultivation Techniques, don't fault me for showing no mercy."

"We dare not."

The shadows bobbed their heads emphatically.

"You first." Chen Fan fixed his eyes on the shadow farthest to the left.

The figure hesitated briefly, then beamed with delight.

Going first eliminated duplication worries.

By contrast, delaying only worsened things—if they couldn't deliver two distinct Supreme-level Martial Arts, escape seemed unlikely.

"Senior," the shadow simpered ingratiatingly, "The pair of Supreme-level Martial Arts I possess are Killing Fist and Heaven-Shifting Divine Technique. The first boasts just three strikes, straightforward yet devastatingly potent, able even to withstand Divine Soldiers.

The Heaven-Shifting Divine Technique bestows eternal life, and barring a fatal dismemberment, one can mend wounds via True Essence consumption, akin to Dragon Essence Phoenix Blood, rendering the body unbreakable though not immune to aging."

"Fascinating."

Chen Fan's mouth twitched into a slight smile.

"Are they intact?"