Seeing that this monster actually possessed regenerative abilities, Ben was very surprised!
No wonder the old beggar advised him not to seek trouble with the imperial court until he reached the Land Immortal realm.
Demons already possessed extremely strong physiques and such terrifying regenerative abilities. Martial artists were indeed at a great disadvantage when facing them.
Only by reaching the Land Immortal realm—being able to mobilize the world's spiritual energy and possessing infinite inner strength—could these monsters be killed.
"What? Surprised?"
The monster saw Ben's expression and revealed a hideous smile: "We, the Supreme Clan, are immortal beings. You lowly people are born to be our slaves and food."
Ben naturally wouldn't fall for such a crude provocation and get angry.
He curiously asked, "The Supreme Clan? How many of you are there?"
The monster smiled upon hearing this: "Countless!"
It seemed this monster's intelligence wasn't low.
Perhaps it relied on more than just its identity to become the Governor-General of Chicago and Michigan.
"Your regenerative ability should have a limit, right?"
Ben beckoned to the monster and said, "Come on! Let me see where your limit lies!"
The monster's eyes turned cold and charged at Ben again.
...
This monster's martial arts realm was probably at the early stage of Refining Spirit.
In terms of strength, it was much weaker than Ben.
However, relying on its powerful physique and exaggerated regenerative abilities, the monster could still fight back and forth with Ben.
Boom! Boom!
The battle between the two was earth-shattering.
In just a short while, the courtyard was ravaged beyond recognition.
Seeing that the monster's offensive wasn't fierce, Ben suddenly understood it was likely stalling for time.
Perhaps reinforcements would arrive soon.
He could still handle one monster with ease.
But if several monsters of the same level besieged him, he would definitely be at a disadvantage.
Thinking of this, Ben knew that further delays would be detrimental.
Tear!
A sound of air being torn apart came.
Seeing Ben distracted, the monster immediately extended a claw, grabbing toward Ben's face.
Faced with this, Ben only tilted his head slightly, dodging his face but not his body.
Puff!
The monster's sharp claws tore through Ben's red clothes, leaving three bloody marks on his chest.
However—
The monster, having succeeded in one strike, didn't show joy. Instead, it felt a sense of dread.
Sure enough—
A palm had silently approached its chest.
The monster immediately realized—
This human had faked his distraction.
He had seen the stall tactic, so he wanted to exchange injury for injury, quickly end the battle.
Although the monster understood this, it was too late to dodge.
Roar!
Accompanied by a majestic dragon's roar, fierce palm force instantly penetrated its body.
It was the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms again!
The monster was instantly sent flying, a large hole appearing in its chest, dark green blood gushing out.
Roar!
The monster finally let out a painful wail.
With such injuries,
Even with its terrifying regenerative ability, it wouldn't be easy to recover.
It stared intently at Ben.
Since its birth, no human had ever dared hurt it so much.
...
On the other side—
Seeing that the monster could survive a hole punched in its chest and was still vigorous, Ben sighed and decided not to entangle with it any longer.
He retreated into the room and called out, "Clara."
Clara, who had been prepared, immediately jumped out and came to Ben's side.
"Let's go."
Ben grabbed Clara, used his lightness skill, and quickly left.
With his current strength, carrying someone while using lightness skill was easy.
The monster could only watch the two leave, unable to move.
Its chest wound greatly impacted its mobility.
"Lord!!"
Just then, the Governor-General monster's subordinate finally arrived.
Seeing the monster's broken chest, his face changed and he knelt: "Lord, this servant is late, please forgive me!"
The monster looked coldly at him, wishing to eat his heart to replenish itself.
But recalling his competence, it restrained itself.
"I'm fine!" it snorted, then asked, "Where are the Divine Envoys?"
The subordinate breathed a sigh of relief: "This servant has sent a signal; the Divine Envoys are on the way."
"Tell them to hurry!" the monster said. "This is a big fish. We must not let him escape."
...
On the other side—
Ben held Clara's slender waist, used his movement technique, and sprinted.
In less than half an hour,
They left FS City.
But Ben didn't stop. He ran for two hours, covering hundreds of kilometers, exhausting much of his true energy before stopping.
"Clara, are you alright?" he asked.
Fortunately, Clara had many spiritual energy points, had learned Kung Fu, and had reached Ming Jin. Otherwise, she couldn't have endured the journey.
"I'm fine," Clara replied, then looked at Ben's chest. "How are you?"
"Just a scratch," he said casually.
Ahead of them was a dilapidated temple.
Ben suggested they rest there.
As they took a few steps, Ben suddenly frowned.
He looked at the woods to the left and shouted, "Who's hiding there? Come out!"
Clara was startled and looked over, but saw nothing.
A voice called out:
"I didn't expect you to grow so fast in just ten days. Even a one-in-a-million martial arts genius doesn't compare to you."
A ragged figure stepped out—an old beggar.
Ben's eyes lit up: "Brother, it's you!"
It was the mysterious old beggar he had met in Chicago.
But now, with his improved eyesight, Ben couldn't see through the beggar's Qi and blood?
Could this man be a Land Immortal?
"Don't bother looking," the beggar said. "I have a method to hide my Qi. Otherwise, I wouldn't be alive today."
Ben cupped his hands. "Brother, have you reached the Seeing God realm?"
"If I had, I'd have stormed the imperial court and killed that old witch," he grumbled. "My realm is not as good as yours!"
Whether that was true or not, Ben didn't press.
"Why are you here? Were you following us?"
"I can't match your speed. I waited here."
"Oh? You knew we'd come?"
"I used an ancestral calculation technique."
"Then... you're waiting because you have something to tell us?"
"I do," the beggar pointed to the wound on Ben's chest. "You shouldn't have taken that scratch. Demonic claws leave a scent. Once they scratch you, they can track you no matter how far you go."
Ben was shocked. That explained why few knew details about demons—no one lived long enough to tell.
The old beggar tossed him a medicine bottle. "Use this. It'll cover the scent."
Ben took it but didn't apply it right away.
"Brother, more importantly... how do I break through to the Seeing God realm?"
"If you want to reach that realm, you need the recognition of heaven and earth," the old beggar said.
"How do I gain that recognition?" Ben asked.
"There are many ways," the beggar said, "but I can give you the simplest one..."
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