"Is the person behind this trying to curry favor with me? Making the monkey monsters line up for me to kill?"
Jett felt very puzzled in his heart.
"Underworld Barrier, activate."
A hoary, hoarse voice came from a distance.
Suddenly, four red coffins emerged from the ground around them.
As the coffins appeared, the originally dim moonlight mysteriously brightened considerably.
Brightness does not equate to light; the moon has been associated with many legends since ancient times, many of which are favored by ghosts and monsters.
Looking up, Jett noticed that the eyes of the six monkey monsters turned bright red, their bodies began to slowly change, and their auras gradually grew stronger.
Bang!
Four successive loud noises were heard as the red coffin lids collapsed directly onto the ground, exposing what was inside the coffins.
Zombies?
After seeing what was inside the coffins, Jett was very surprised. Not only did he encounter monkey monsters, but there were also zombies.
"Great, I suppose killing zombies will give me even more black mist."
Jett was not worried about himself at all; instead, he thought happily.
Previously, he had not realized something: the benefits brought by Eight Extremes Fist were not limited to what he had previously thought.
Eight Extremes Fist belongs to national martial arts.
And national martial arts naturally include several realms.
Clear power, hidden power, transforming power, harmonization, righteous aura.
Besides these five, there are two even higher realms.
They are, respectively, foreseeing without seeing or hearing, and breaking through the void without being destroyed.
Actually, traditionally, national martial arts do not have these fancy elements, but Jett, this fanatical imagination enthusiast, couldn't help but imagine them.
Among them, "breaking through the void without being destroyed" represents that Jett could perfectly control the gods within his body, gain insight into the finest details, and become the god of his own body.
The other one seems even more extraordinary to him.
"Foreseeing without seeing or hearing" could also mean avoiding danger without seeing or hearing.
That is, any existence that poses a threat to him, as long as it has malice, even if he has never seen or heard of it before, he could still sense this malice.
Exchanging three hundred black mist for such an extraordinary ability is, in layman's terms, an incredibly profitable deal.
As for why it's so extraordinary and yet so cheap, in Jett's opinion, most of the essentials of national martial arts mainly focus on how to control the body and spirit, and there is not much emphasis on physical enhancement.
National martial arts, even at their strongest, could only surpass ordinary people. They may not even be able to block bullets, only using muscles to clamp them or dodge ahead of time.
However, ancient martial arts were different. Under Jett's imagination, they were simply supernatural, with extremely powerful effects.
It was estimated that the current Jett could stand here and let a national martial arts master punch him several times without any problem.
Simply put, it was because national martial arts had realms but no physical enhancement, so the black mist didn't value it highly, making it low in value.
The black mist may not value such things, but it was different for Jett.
National martial arts masters regretted not having a strong body, only having a powerful realm. However, Jett possessed both a strong body and a powerful realm.
The fusion of the two had created this aberration of him.
Relying on this bug, Jett could now be completely worry-free.
Because with the realm of "foreseeing without seeing or hearing," he did not feel that he was in any life-threatening danger.
In other words, these so-called monkey monsters and zombies were all here to deliver black mist.
At this moment, several monkey monsters moved.
Their strength, which had absorbed the essence of the sun and moon, further increased, and their speed also accelerated.
However, no matter how fast they were, unless they are faster than Jett's nerves, everything else was useless.
The hairs on Jett's right shoulder suddenly stood up, and he instinctively used the Vajra Palm.
Internal force was released along with implicit strength.
With a bang!
The monkey Monster that pounced turned into a blob of bloody fireworks on the spot.
At the same time, black mist entered Jett's body.
What made Jett happy was that the monkey monsters had become stronger, and the black mist had also increased, providing a total of three hundred units of black mist.
At this point, the remaining five monkey monsters also fearlessly pounced over.
The hairs on his back stood up, and Jett's body moved. He was like an arrow, suddenly springing backward.
His shoulders collided with two monkey monsters, instantly smashing them into two blobs of bloody flowers, with flesh and blood splattering.
At the same time, he turned his body and killed the remaining three monkey monsters with three slaps.
One versus six!
In just under ten seconds, all six monkey monsters were dead.
Ancient martial arts combined with national martial arts, even the gods could not match!
A round of applause sounded in the silent park.
Jett's body shook, shaking off the bloodstains on him. He turned his head and saw an old man in a black robe walking towards him.
Without surprise, this should be the owner of the monkey monsters and zombies.
"It's rare to see someone so young practicing martial arts to such a level."
The old man in the black robe looked at Jett with his eyes glowing green, hiding his excitement as if he were looking at some unparalleled beauty.
"Such rich energy and blood, combined with such a perfect body, it's simply tailor-made for zombie refinement. After you die, I will definitely refine you into the most powerful zombie. You have the potential to become a zombie king."
The old man in the black robe's eyes were full of confidence.
The monkey monsters were just his pawn . Although it took some effort back then, it was worth it to him if they were killed, as they could bring such a perfect material for zombie refinement. He would be willing to sacrifice even more if it meant obtaining such a perfect material.
As for not being able to defeat Jett, the old man never considered such a possibility.
Because his zombies were naturally strong against martial artists.
Zombies feel no pain, are as hard as iron, and possess immense strength. Their bodies even contain zombie poison, which, if it injures someone and is not treated in a timely manner, could be fatal.
Martial artists, on the other hand, are still human. They have emotions, fears, pain, and itching sensations. They are made of flesh and blood. How could they compete with his zombies?
Originally, martial artists dealing with people like him would usually directly kill the master, but now Jett had been trapped inside the barrier. He could not get out without killing the four zombies, so the old man was completely at ease, just waiting to reap the fruits of victory.
"Old man, are you foolish?"
Jett looked at the old man in the black robe, who was laughing foolishly, with a speechless expression.
The old man in the black robe was choked up. After regaining his composure, he glared at Jett and sneered, "Just wait for your death."
"Attack him!"
He directly commanded the four zombies to surround and attack Jett.
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