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Chapter 242: Another Level Up

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"Swish! Swish! Swish!" There were quite a few large-headed needles shooting out from the black mist, but Lang Jiao could not afford to care about them. After Meng Yifan leveled up, his strength was immense, and his attack speed was as fast as a thunderbolt. Lang Jiao, alone, was being suppressed and beaten; a single moment of carelessness could result in her being executed on the spot by Meng Yifan.

The large-headed needles stuck into Lang Jiao's back, mostly failing to break through her wolf hide. However, four black-colored large-headed needles were different. As they neared Lang Jiao's skin, the needle tips suddenly flashed with a black-red light, and a burst of Fourth Grade Yin Spiritual Power erupted, instantly piercing her tough skin and burrowing into her body.

Lang Jiao felt a sharp pain in her back, followed immediately by a wave of numbness. The nearby muscles were paralyzed, and even the circulation of her Demon Power was hindered. This shocked her greatly, as she realized those special large-headed needles had been coated in poison.

Under normal circumstances, these paralytic toxins would have little effect on Lang Jiao, and she could easily expel them from her body. But she was currently in a fierce battle with Meng Yifan; when experts clash, life and death hang by a thread.

The moment Lang Jiao was poisoned, Meng Yifan erupted with full force, his Ghost Head Blade spinning like a wheel. Lang Jiao's back muscles were paralyzed, her movements were interfered with, and inevitably, she slowed down just a fraction.

"Swish!" The Ghost Head Blade pierced through the defense of the Wolf Claw, then with one stroke, severed Lang Jiao's head.

"Pfft!" From the headless corpse of Lang Jiao, blood sprayed like a fountain, flying over two meters high.

The wolf head still tried to bite Meng Yifan's neck, but Meng Yifan struck it right between the brows with his blade, completely extinguishing the life force within the wolf head.

"No!" The other Lang Jiao let out a roar. She had rushed over from the other side of the illusion array, taking only 0.01 seconds.

But Meng Yifan had planned the ambush; it was within this 0.01 seconds that he launched a frontal assault, while two Ghost Generals ambushed from behind, killing this Lang Jiao in one fell swoop.

The headless Lang Jiao was still spraying blood, yet she had not died; instead, she charged toward the other Lang Jiao, wanting to merge into one again and achieve Nirvana Rebirth.

This was the formidable nature of the Shadow Clone; as long as both bodies were not destroyed simultaneously, they could be reborn again.

However, this kind of rebirth came at the cost of the other half's life force to reshape this half of the body. The consumption was immense, and even if reborn, Lang Jiao would suffer severe damage to her vitality, and her realm might even regress to Third-Grade High-Tier.

Meng Yifan had calculated everything and gone to such great lengths to finally kill one Lang Jiao; naturally, he could not let her escape.

Meng Yifan waved his right hand, and the Zombie wielding the Big Guan Blade appeared, blocking the headless Lang Jiao, while Meng Yifan engaged the other Lang Jiao in a great battle.

Zhang Butou and Jiang Tian retrieved their large-headed needles and hid back in the black mist, waiting for the next ambush.

The four large-headed needles Meng Yifan had refined could only be used three times. One had already been used, leaving two more uses, but Lang Jiao had already suffered a great loss once; succeeding in another ambush would be extremely difficult.

The headless Lang Jiao was Lang Jiao's clone. Now that Lang Jiao's main body was remotely controlling it, its strength was limited, capable of exerting at most the combat power of a Level 4 Lower-Tier Demon Beast. It was beaten back step by step by the Zombie with the Big Guan Blade, and soon it was covered in wounds.

Meng Yifan and Lang Jiao's main body were still trading blows at high speed. Their bodies flickered constantly, and the Ghost Head Blade and Wolf Claw collided repeatedly. Lang Jiao was slightly stronger than Meng Yifan.

However, Meng Yifan's Taiji Saber Technique was a Mysterious-Grade Martial Skill, most adept at "Four Ounces Deflects a Thousand Catties" and overcoming the strong with the weak. Thus, although Meng Yifan was being suppressed, he was still able to hold on.

Furthermore, Zhang Butou and Jiang Tian were hiding in the black mist. Although they had not found an opportunity to strike, they forced Lang Jiao to divert some of her focus to guard against a potential ambush.

Additionally, Lang Jiao's main body had to divide her attention to command the headless clone in battle, which prevented her from going all-out against Meng Yifan, giving him the chance to persist.

"So powerful." Meng Yifan was secretly alarmed. The Lang Jiao clone could exert the combat power of a newly entered Level 4 Lower-Tier Demon Beast, while Lang Jiao's main body could exert the combat power of a Fourth-level Lower Grade Peak. Their coordination could even allow them to fight above their rank and take down a Level 4 Intermediate Demon Beast.

In truth, if Lang Jiao's main body were to abandon the clone now and attack Meng Yifan with full force, Meng Yifan might not necessarily be able to block it.

But that clone was very important to Lang Jiao; it was refined from the body of her identical twin sister. The two were connected in heart and soul, complementary to each other, and were an inseparable part of her.

If the clone were smashed by the Zombie with the Big Guan Blade, Lang Jiao would completely lose this clone, a loss she could not afford to bear.

Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, Lang Jiao would not abandon the clone.

Time passed bit by bit. Soon, Meng Yifan and Lang Jiao's main body had battled for another two minutes. During this process, Meng Yifan was completely on the defensive, several times finding himself in precarious situations, nearly being disemboweled.

Zhang Butou and Jiang Tian launched another attack, but unfortunately, it was useless. Lang Jiao had long been guarding against them; not only did the ambush fail, but two of the black-red large-headed needles were crushed by Lang Jiao. If Meng Yifan hadn't seized the opportunity to press the attack, even Zhang Butou and Jiang Tian would have been beaten to the point of their souls scattering.

"The Experience Value is finally enough; I can level up." Meng Yifan had been keeping an eye on the Game Panel. With the great battle on the four walls of Luolong County, a large number of Demon Beasts were being killed every second, and the Experience Value on the Game Panel was soaring. Now it was finally enough for Meng Yifan to level up. He did not hesitate and decisively clicked to level up.

The Experience Value vanished, and Meng Yifan felt a special energy appear out of thin air within his body, merging with his own Yin Spiritual Power, traveling through his meridians, and rapidly remodeling his body.

Just a moment ago, while battling Lang Jiao's main body, Meng Yifan's Spirit Power had been nearly exhausted, and his True Qi had been mostly spent. Now, with the level up, his Spirit Power and True Qi were instantly replenished and had grown by a large margin. Even the soreness in his muscles was swept away, and he felt full of vigor.

"Bang!" Meng Yifan's Ghost Head Blade collided with Lang Jiao's Wolf Claw again. A massive force suddenly erupted, and Lang Jiao was knocked back a meter. This shocked her greatly, and she looked at the vibrant and energetic Meng Yifan in disbelief.

"His strength is already Fourth Grade Middle Tier. How is this possible?" Lang Jiao looked at Meng Yifan in disbelief. She could not understand how, just a few minutes ago, Meng Yifan had broken through to a Fourth Grade Lower Tier Immortal Cultivator in the heat of battle, and how, after only three or four minutes, he had broken through his cultivation again. This was simply too exaggerated.

Even a peerless genius encountered once in ten thousand years couldn't level up like this, could they?

What did he think raising his realm was? How could he break through one after another? This was too incredible!

In the history of the Demon Race, there had never been such a monster capable of continuous cultivation breakthroughs in a matter of minutes.

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