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.

"Exactly."

With a grin, Chen Fan declared, "To stay alive, you'll swap it for Supreme-level Martial Arts."

"!"

Fury surged through one of the dark figures upon hearing this.

It was accustomed to intimidating everyone else, yet no one had ever dared to intimidate it before.

Right before it could open its mouth, the figure spotted the Thunder God Dharma Aspect looming behind Chen Fan and choked back its retort.

The harsh reminder was staring it straight in the face.

Should it risk speaking up, the opponent could very well shatter its very soul.

Sorrow filled the expressions of the remaining dark figures.

Had they foreseen this turn of events, agreeing with Chen Fan from the start would have been wiser.

That way, they might have bartered for a few Divine Demon-level Martial Arts at minimum.

Divine Demon-level Martial Arts—those pave the path to Martial God status. Besides, stuck in this place with nothing to do, who knows if they could have mastered one?

Not like their current predicament, empty-handed and facing possible death.

"Should we reveal the Supreme-level Martial Arts in our possession, will you honestly release us without reneging?"

Hei Yu's voice rang out, its gaze toward Chen Fan laced with tangled emotions.

It had once viewed the foe as a mere insect ripe for squashing.

Yet reality flipped the script, revealing itself as the true insect.

Were time reversible, it would never have stirred trouble with him.

"Naturally."

Chen Fan grinned and explained, "There's no deep-seated enmity between us. Hand over the Cultivation Techniques, and I've got no reason to end you, particularly as you're confined here, unable to venture out and cause harm."

"Right, right."

Chen Fan's assurance prompted the dark figures to chime in agreement.

"Young fellow, spot on. Sure, we may not be saints, but we've never stepped outside to hurt folks."

"The victims fell to their own avarice, drawn in by our lures. Think about it—if greed hadn't swayed them, how could we have done any damage?"

"Right, right."

"Stop."

Chen Fan cut them off sharply.

The greedy entrants earned their downfall. Common folk couldn't even detect the Secret Realm; entrants were typically Celestial Realm Martial Artists, far from ordinary.

Getting ensnared by temptation boiled down to predatory instincts.

Still, purposefully enticing and igniting those cravings—hardly an honorable act?

It balanced out either way.

"For survival, every one of you needs to supply at least two unique Supreme-level Martial Arts, without duplicates."

"Two, two?"

"Without duplicates?"

Anxiety gripped the dark figures at these words.

Supreme-level Martial Arts don't match Divine Demon-level ones in rarity, yet they're hardly as plentiful as roadside veggies.

Furthermore, as members of the Red Dragon Sect, their stock of accessible Supreme-level Martial Arts remained scarce.

"What, any complaints?"

Chen Fan cast a stern look across them.

The dark figures shook their heads in haste.

Though Supreme-level Martial Arts within the Red Dragon Sect were few, devouring countless invaders had yielded fragments from their recollections.

Gathering two per individual ought to prove feasible.

"Young ally," Hei Yu grinned servilely, "I already presented you with the Great Vajra Divine Power earlier—does that count toward my share? I'll add one more to meet the quota?"

"I intended to address that with you."

Chen Fan scoffed, "You fiddled around plenty with the Great Vajra Divine Power you handed over, correct?"

Hei Yu's grin solidified instantly.

Denial tempted it, but the words stuck in its throat.

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

Confessing might offer an escape.

Refusing would spell disaster.

"Y-yes."

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

"Three?"

Chen Fan's brow furrowed.

"Everything—I'll share every Martial Art I possess."

Hei Yu hastily amended its offer.

"Much improved."

Chen Fan gave a faint nod.

"Gratitude, senior, for granting me life."

Hei Yu rose shakily, as if absolved of a grave sentence.

A wave of relief washed over the nearby dark figures.

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

Lest they end up prostrated like Hei Yu, pleading desperately.

"When we begin, avoid any duplicate Cultivation Techniques or Martial Arts. Also, one additional rule."

Chen Fan's gaze hardened, "Should I catch anyone scheming with the Cultivation Technique, hold me blameless for my severity."

"We dare not."

The dark figures denied it emphatically, heads shaking wildly.

"You first." Chen Fan fixed his eyes on the leftmost shadow.

It hesitated briefly, then beamed with delight.

Going first eliminated duplication concerns.

Conversely, delaying spelled trouble—if unable to deliver two distinct Supreme-level Martial Arts, survival seemed unlikely.

"Esteemed senior," the dark figure simpered, "My two Supreme-level Martial Arts are Killing Fist and Heaven-Shifting Divine Technique. The first boasts just three strikes, straightforward yet immensely potent, strong enough to withstand Divine Soldiers.

The Heaven-Shifting Divine Technique bestows eternal life, and barring fatal dismemberment, True Essence expenditure mends wounds akin to Dragon Essence Phoenix Blood, rendering the body unbreakable though not immune to time's toll."

"Fascinating."

A slight upturn touched Chen Fan's mouth.

"Fully intact?"