345: tease

“Clone technique?”

The fox could not help but widen his eyes as he looked at the two of them, feeling a wave of confusion in his heart.

“Wrong, it's just an illusion!”

The two of them laughed in unison, “One is real, one is fake. Do you think you can tell them apart?”

The fox said angrily, “Impossible! Both of these are clearly physical entities. How could it be an illusion... You... are you trying to bluff me?”

As he spoke, a long, thin, flexible whip appeared in his hand, and he lashed out fiercely at one of them.

“Snap!”

The long sword in one of the Wu Zhen's hands was instantly bound by the whip. The fox gave the whip a sharp tug, and Wu Zhen's thin sword snapped in two.

It turned out that the whip was covered in tiny, blade-like scales. Once infused with magic power, it would instantly turn into a flexible chainsaw; ordinary weapons could not withstand it for even a moment.

However, before the fox could rejoice, a sharp pain suddenly came from his backside, and the figure opposite him vanished without a trace.

“What the... heck...”

The fox hopped around cursing, and when he touched his backside, it was already covered in blood.

“Haha, I told you it was an illusion. I'm the real one!”

Wu Zhen mocked, “With your idiotic attitude, even if you paid me, I wouldn't like you!”

“Ah, little nun, you are truly detestable! I will kill you now!”

The whip whistled through the air like a great broadsword, slashing down at Wu Zhen from above.

“Hum!”

“Splat!”

The little nun's figure was instantly split in two, as smooth as cutting tofu.

“?”

The fox could not help but wonder, “My... when did my strength become so great?”

However, taking a closer look, he saw that the two halves of the little nun were not bleeding at all. Instead, the severed surfaces were wriggling, and each was growing the other half of its body.

“Now, of the two of us, which one is real, and which one is fake?” Wu Zhen sneered.

The fox was going crazy: “Regardless of real or fake, I'll just deal with you both together!”

“Swish!”

The whip swept across like a tornado, growing larger as it encountered the wind. It engulfed both figures and then suddenly tightened, binding them both up.

The fox sneered: “Now it doesn't matter which of you is real and which is fake... Die!”

The whip twisted with force, and the two figures were instantly chopped into four pieces. However, the fox felt a vague sense that something was wrong, but reality gave him no time to think. He felt a chill on his backside again, followed immediately by a sharp pain. The fox spirit shrieked in pain, darting forward like a rabbit for dozens of meters before stopping. He turned around abruptly, pointing a finger at the little nun behind him, trembling and unable to speak, clearly enraged!

“Haha, sorry, I lied. Both of those were fake. I'm the real one!”

Wu Zhen clapped her hands and laughed, “Little fox, here's a lesson for you: never trust a woman, especially a drop-dead gorgeous one!”

The fox shrieked and rushed up with the whip, but this time he was careful. He filled the surrounding area with Qi. After searching for a moment and finding nothing strange, he relaxed. The long whip in his hand retracted and transformed into a black light in his palm, like a sharp broadsword, and he slashed it toward the little nun.

The little nun did not dodge or parry this time. She wielded the thin sword in her hand with masterful skill, and with a simple tap, she deflected the opponent's broadsword to the side. Truth be told, in terms of pure strength, as a goddess, she had a certain level of power, but it did not exceed that of the fox, who could be called a great demon.

However, there was one thing: in terms of martial arts, she had received guidance from Tang Ku, Nezha, and even Pigsy and Monk Sha. In particular, Little White Dragon had imparted all of his combat experience to her. Tang Ku had also taught her the principles of overcoming the strong with the weak, such as internal martial arts like Tai Chi sword techniques, which she had studied. Therefore, in terms of martial arts alone, the fox's cultivation was not even fit to carry her shoes.

After just a dozen or so rounds, the fox spirit was already panting, and his body was covered in dozens of small wounds...

“Damn it, this little nun is clearly not as strong as I am, so why are her attack angles so tricky? And she's fast! Hmm, wait, her swordsmanship vaguely contains the supreme principles of Yin and Yang of heaven and earth... It seems she has been guided by many experts... I must have lost my head, actually trying to engage her in close-quarters combat. Aren't my specialties techniques and spells?”

Thinking of this, the fox spirit seemed to have an epiphany. He instantly flew backward, took out an exquisite porcelain bottle from his bosom, opened it suddenly, and said to Wu Zhen, “Little nun, if I call your name, do you dare to answer?”

Wu Zhen frowned suddenly, rolled her eyes, and then could not help but put her hands on her hips and said, “Only a grandson wouldn't dare! This lady is standing right here. If you have the ability, call me!”

“Hmph, little nun...”

The fox sneered, thinking to himself: If she is willing to answer, it will be easy... Uh!

“Swish!”

The little nun did not answer; she turned and ran.

“Damn it, didn't you say only a grandson wouldn't dare? You are a monastic; do you have no sense of shame?”

After a brief moment of confusion, the fox realized what happened and chased after Wu Zhen, exasperated, “If you don't dare to answer, then you are the grandson!”

“A grandson is male, and I am female, so that doesn't count... Hehehe...”

The little nun turned back to make a face at the fox, making the fox shriek with anger.

Wu Zhen had heard many stories from Tang Ku and her Senior Brothers about the scripture-seeking journey. Back in the day, the Purple Gold Gourd and the Jade Purification Vase held by the Golden Horn and Silver Horn Kings captured people by their response to being called. Now that someone was repeating the old trick, how could she possibly fall for it?

The fox was truly enraged this time. He put the porcelain bottle back into his bosom and then suddenly took out another item—it was the folding fan he had earlier. He casually opened the folding fan and roared, “I originally wanted to capture you and spare your life, but now it seems you must die... Take this: Wind-Thunder Shadow Shift...”

“Whoosh... Bang!”

He swung the fan fiercely in Wu Zhen's direction, and a current of air billowed out, followed immediately by a deafening air blast. A gale of wind rolled toward Wu Zhen's back. Just as the wind was about to hit her back, a spark of lightning suddenly appeared, scorching the clothes on her back black. The huge impact forced Wu Zhen to spit out a mouthful of blood, but after all, she had a divine body, so she could withstand such an injury.

“Damn, does this guy have so many trump cards? I was careless... Sigh, I originally wanted to save this move for when I met a real powerhouse later, but it looks like I have to bring it out early!”

Wu Zhen gritted her teeth, turned around abruptly, and while flying backward, she widened her eyes at the fox. A strange divine light instantly radiated from her pupils, causing the fox's mind to trance for a moment!