Chapter 197: The looting route is wrong

Chapter 197: The looting route is wrong

Ah!

A crisp cry of alarm.

Little junior sister, who had rushed over, instinctively turned away upon seeing the scene in the courtyard. What was third senior brother doing? How could he strip others naked during a fight?

Could she ever go out with him again?

Seventh junior brother was also stunned. He looked at the two cleanly shaven fellows, not a hair left on them, and felt a surge of relief. Third senior brother had indeed shown mercy to him.

However.

His heart soon filled with wild joy. The sect's core techniques were truly formidable. Third senior brother was mighty!

"Third senior brother, I'm here to help you," seventh junior brother didn't care for much else. Du Ge was the hope for the revival of the Seven Stars Sect, and he certainly couldn't just watch his senior brother fall into trouble. Brandishing his sword, he charged into the fray to join the battle.

"Seventh junior brother, be careful not to injure them," Du Ge warned the junior brother who was rushing in. It was better to capture people alive as their attributes increased faster, and of course, he didn't want these people killed by his junior.

Seventh junior brother stumbled, nearly wounded by an enemy's sword. He shot Du Ge a resentful glance. Don't hurt them? As if I could actually beat them, third senior brother, you overestimate me.

Du Ge toyed with the two junior brothers, effortlessly stripping them of their clothes and even shaving their heads during the fight, awakening the rest to the situation.

The leader made a snap decision: "This is futile, retreat."

With that.

He turned and ran.

The others didn't tangle with seventh junior brother any longer, scattering and running for the exit.

If the enemy could strip them during a fight, he could take their lives at any moment. A high-level Foundation Establishment expert was not to be trifled with. If not now, when?

The two stripped individuals didn't even bother to pick up their clothes from the ground, following the large group to flee for their lives.

"Think you can come and go as you please? Seventh junior brother, little junior sister, hold them back," Du Ge sneered, leaping towards the nearest naked person. His speed had increased significantly after the attribute boost, and with spiritual power enhancing his movements, he caught up in two or three steps, slapping his hand forward.

The man was terrified.

He instinctively turned to parry.

Their hands met.

Ah!

A scream!

The man's palm was severed at the wrist, blood spurting out. His eyes filled with horror, he endured the pain, sealed the wound with spiritual power, and dared not linger, turning to flee again.

"Dare to run, and I'll twist your head off," Du Ge threatened.

Hearing this.

The man dared not stay any longer.

He ran, and Du Ge naturally wouldn't be polite, catching up once more, reaching out as the man ducked his head, touching his shoulder instead.

This time Du Ge used a random grabbing method.

The moment his hand left the man's body, a throbbing heart landed in Du Ge's palm.

Ah!

A scream!

The man fell to the ground, eyes wide open in death.

"Alright, let's do it," the leader glanced back at the rapidly approaching Du Ge, "Old Si, you have the most stuff on you, you distract him, and the rest of us will kill him."

"Why me?" Old Si instinctively retorted.

"Could it be little junior sister?" the leader glared at him, "With little junior sister and Old Six as examples, you're not in danger until he strips you clean. We're all grown men; kill him and you can put your clothes back on. What's there to fuss about? If he catches up, we're all dead..."

Old Si's gaze flickered, and he finally made up his mind: "Fine, I'll hold him off, you guys kill him quickly. Let's agree on this first, clothes can be taken off, but my hair must not be shaved. Chunmei is still waiting for me inside the sect..."

"Don't worry, I've already seen it. As long as he doesn't grab your hair, it'll be fine. Just be careful to dodge," the leader instructed, glancing at Du Ge closing in, and suddenly turned around, "Junior brothers, attack!"

***

Blades flashed and clothes flew.

Half a quarter of an hour later.

Outside the gates of the Seven Stars Sect, several cleanly shaven bald heads appeared, each looking at Du Ge with terror as if they had seen a ghost.

Their plan had succeeded.

But it had also failed.

Old Si had indeed sacrificed himself to hold off Du Ge, and their swords had pierced Du Ge several times, but strangely, every time they withdrew their swords, Du Ge's wounds healed almost instantly.

As if he was an immortal!

This scene.

Completely shattered their will to fight.

Then, all their possessions were thoroughly looted by Du Ge.

"You... you're not human," the leader trembled as he looked at Du Ge, "Even a Golden Elixir master couldn't be unscathed after being stabbed."

"Are you sure you stabbed me?" Du Ge smiled, casually dismissing, "I can take your undergarments through your coats. With unmatched hand and body techniques, how could I be stabbed by a few little fish like you? What you stabbed was just an afterimage of mine."

"..." The leader looked at the fresh bloodstains on Du Ge's clothes, opened his mouth, but said nothing. Afterimage or fast healing, it didn't matter; they were now prisoners, and it was pointless to pursue these matters.

Little did they know.

Although Du Ge had subdued several people with his skills, he was somewhat frustrated inside. Robbing those of higher realms did indeed increase attributes quickly.

But this kind of quick wasn't what he wanted.

Accustomed to snowballing attributes, robbing for attributes this way was too slow.

Unless he could plunder a Mahayana Realm ancestor and become instantly famous.

Otherwise, robbing these nameless small fry, even ten years might not match the attributes snowballed in the second Simulation Field.

He had taken the wrong path in robbery!

How could he make robbery as profitable as trade?

Trade, robbery?

Trade?

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in Du Ge's head.

Capital.

The essence of capital is plunder. Who could plunder faster than capital?