My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly!-Chapter 65: I have become a Monster!

"Hmm?" Chun Ma closed his eyes to perceive the sounds from outside. Carefully, it sounded like the sounds of footsteps from outside.

"Hmm, is it trouble?"

He tightened his fist. Although he didn’t have a way forward after reaching this stage, he had already gotten the main body some benefits, and time was faster here. He could definitely get some more benefit for the main body.

Thinking of this, he calmed his breath, suppressed it, and hid behind the door, patiently waiting for whoever appeared.

Although his roar was relatively loud, it shouldn’t have invited anyone. This place had soundproofing, and barely any voice leaked out from the room. Otherwise, this place would have been the noisiest of them all.

Anyway, as Chun Ma focused on the sound, the sound gradually enlarged in his ears.

It was small whispers, very hard to hear, but his hearing had become sharp after reaching the Third-stage Martial Realm, so he didn’t have any problem with it.

"Are we really going into that monster’s room?"

"Yes, we must go. There is no way; the family has ordered us to."

"But this bastard crippled me."

"Don’t worry. Our orders are clear: he either joins us or he dies. This night might be the last night we even have a chance to kill him. If he meets the cult leader, he will reach the sky then."

"Can we even kill him? There are fifteen of us, but that guy already came in first, even beating that giant."

"It wouldn’t be possible if he didn’t have his weight off, but he has so much weight on. Not to mention, the four of us have already reached Martial Trainee."

"Huh, isn’t there—?"

Bang!

A spear came straight through the door, piercing it and attacking Chun Ma, who was inside.

"Hmm."

Chun Ma frowned slightly. Instead of retreating, he used his fist and punched the spear.

Bang!

The two collided, and the fist brutally destroyed the spear—its tip bent without even piercing the flesh of Chun Ma.

His fist collided with the door, and it broke in an instant.

"Who are you people?"

Chun Ma casually walked out with a nonchalant expression. Except for the little twerp and some familiar faces, this group had a lot of unknown faces, older and stronger.

Swish! Swish!

Two poisonous darts flew toward him. Chun Ma casually deflected them with a swat of an arm.

Four arrows tore through the air, each aiming at different vital organs of his body.

Chun Ma just sneered, moved his hand, and caught the four arrows with the back of his hand, not breaking even a sweat. freewёbnoνel.com

"Die," a roar sounded, and another spear thrust toward him.

At the same time, ten darts shot from different directions, and arrows were ready and poised to attack him whenever he showed a hint of vulnerability.

"You never learn your lesson, huh?"

Chun Ma shook his head and stomped on the ground, creating a terrifying shockwave that caused the ground to tremble and everyone to lose footing.

He caught the spear with one arm, completely halting its momentum. The spearman’s face turned pale as he saw two fingers coming straight to his eyes and the kick where it would end his bloodline.

Ahhh—

A horrifying scream erupted in the surrounding area:

"Ah, it hurts."

The man fell to the ground and completely fainted on the spot.

The darts landed on Chun Ma, and everyone’s tense expression completely loosened:

"This is a dart that could even cause a mammoth to faint. I don’t believe he won’t be affected."

Before the darts could even penetrate his skin, the people around were already smirking with victory written over their faces.

However, just as the darts were inches away from Chun Ma, they froze on the spot as if caught by an invisible hand.

"This... this... Third-stage Martial Artist."

One of them cried out loud in disbelief.

Chun Ma’s movements were extremely slow as he turned toward them, his blue eyes that seemed to contain the boundlessness of the seas looked at each and every one of them.

"Come fight."

Even though they knew that Chun Ma was now a Third-stage Martial Artist, they weren’t deterred. Instead, they attacked with all their might:

"If we can gather our strength, then we can definitely exhaust him to death."

The shout came in unison. As martial artists, they were afraid of death, but in death, their minds were even calmer.

In an instant, Chun Ma was drowned in arrows and darts.

"Hmm," Chun Ma rubbed his chin with a thoughtful expression. "Not a bad choice, I must say, but it can only go on for so long."

He moved his body eloquently to dodge all the attacks, almost like a dance.

"One."

Blood fell to the ground as a lifeless body hit the floor with a thud.

The other people started to attack him even more desperately.

But Chun Ma was like a ghost. He seemed to be extremely slow but dodged or defended against all the attacks.

"Two."

The second body fell to the ground.

"Three."

"Four."

"Five."

"Six."

"Seven."

The last body fell to the ground. Now there was only the little twerp, the dart-throwing people, and the bowman’s left.

The little twerp had already peed his pants and was completely immobile with a blank expression.

Chun Ma shook his head and looked further away, his body soaked in blood, and he was completely expressionless:

"It’s time to meet your makers."

The people immediately paled and ran away with their tails tucked behind their legs.

But Chun Ma was still faster than them—quicker than them!

He reached them and let them meet their maker soon.

Then he returned to look at the little twerp, whose expression was completely defeated.

"I admit defeat," he uttered.

"Good."

Chun Ma raised his fist, completely expressionless.

"Do you have no honour? How can you kill an opponent that is completely defenseless?"

The little twerp raised his head, only for a fist to enlarge in his vision and...

A headless body fell to the ground.

Chun Ma silently looked at his blood-soaked body and mumbled:

"I have become a monster."

Just then, a suffocating pressure descended on him. A katana swung behind his back, directly aiming for his neck.