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The six arms of the [Six Desire Demon Arms] have different personalities and must all be subdued in order to use it; otherwise, they will turn around and harm the user.

When wearing the item for the first time, since none of the arms have been subdued, the user will immediately be attacked by all six arms.

But since Zhou Ran dared to do this, he must have been absolutely certain of success.

The demonic energy surged and churned, and six thick, jet-black demonic arms, exuding a violent aura, clenched their enormous fists and emerged from behind, smashing towards Zhou Ran from different directions and angles.

Zhou Ran moved suddenly and disappeared from the spot. His whole body seemed to disperse and transform into a sweeping storm. The invisible air currents swirled and strangled, fierce and incomparable.

The six demonic arms rushed into this area, like withered branches being caught in a high-speed roller, instantly subjected to countless terrifying blows.

A moment later, the storm dissipated, and Zhou Ran's figure reappeared in the same spot, as if he had never moved. Meanwhile, the six demonic arms collapsed as if struck by a heavy blow.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Immediately afterwards, a series of muffled explosions, like firecrackers, erupted without any interval, continuing into a loud thunderclap. The six demonic arms were visibly twisted and broken inch by inch amidst the explosions, bending into more than ten pieces, a truly horrific sight.

Manifest strength, concealed strength, neutralizing strength, explosive strength, bursting strength, spiral strength...

When unleashing his full power, Zhou Ran's every strike carried a thunderous and domineering force, enough to blast a living person into dust.

The strength of the Demon Arm was only slightly higher than that of his physical body, far from being impenetrable. It would explode on the spot if it was touched.

Zhou Ran observed the twisted and severely injured demonic arms behind him through the mirror. They hung down, seemingly all incapacitated. He wondered if this could be considered a successful subjugation.

After waiting for several minutes, the Demon Arm still did not make any move.

Zhou Ran removed the [Six Desires Demon Arm] attribute and then reinstalled it, wanting to see if this would refresh the status.

The next second, six perfectly intact, pitch-black giant arms appeared behind them.

"It really works?"

Zhou Ran was taken aback and prepared to counterattack, but this time the Six Desires Demon Arm did not launch an attack. Instead, it transmitted a mysterious and profound feeling.

This sensation quickly established an unbreakable connection with him. He could clearly feel six extra arms appear out of thin air in his consciousness, and he felt no discomfort at all, as if these arms were something he was born with.

"That's it?" Zhou Ran blinked, surprised that it was so easy.

Of course, it wouldn't be so simple if it were someone else. Not everyone is like him, possessing a hundred kinds of martial arts and a hundred kinds of strength, with every inch of his muscles turning into a weapon.

Taking on multiple opponents single-handedly is not something everyone can do. The sheer speed of information processing and the ability to react and counterattack are enough to eliminate 99% of people. Most people facing the Six Desires Demon Arm's first attack would inevitably suffer a heavy loss, or even die on the spot, caught off guard.

Zhou Ran examined the Demon Arm.

Sensing his gaze, the Demon Arm immediately struck various bodybuilding poses, bending and stretching its arms... wildly displaying its muscles.

Zhou Ran's eyelids twitched. These demonic arms all had self-awareness and different personalities. He had a feeling that they would cause some trouble later, but it wasn't a big problem. After being subdued, they were completely under his control.

Each of the demonic arms was extremely thick and huge, with bulging muscles, like the arms of a giant.

The skin is dark in color and covered with demonic patterns, and the patterns on each arm are completely different, seemingly representing the different personalities of each arm.

Or rather...desire.

Zhou Ran tried to manipulate the Six Desires Demon Arm. It wasn't difficult. As long as he had the will, the arm would move accordingly, completely becoming a part of his body. It could even operate and transmit force.

He raised an eyebrow in surprise. Being able to circulate internal energy wasn't surprising, but this ability to transmit it...

He turned his head to look at the base of the Demon Arm.

They do not grow on the back, but appear out of thin air in the void at a certain distance from the back. The base of the arms is filled with surging black demonic energy, without any specific form.

So how exactly did the force cross that space and transfer between the main body and the demonic arm?

The wonder of this clearly transcends the realm of physics and belongs to the realm of fantasy.

Next, Zhou Ran made some more attempts, such as letting the Six Desires Demon Arm carry him around the room like a spider, crawling all over the floor, walls, and even hanging upside down from the ceiling.

Or he might use one of his magic arms to push himself up while doing push-ups, and use the other arm to lift weights, fan himself, or massage himself... while his other hands are busy playing on his phone.

Of course, the Demon Arm training will not build muscle; the intensity will only increase as Zhou Ran's physical strength improves.

After a series of tests, Zhou Ran was very satisfied with this ability.

It's said that two fists can't beat four hands, but now he has a total of eight hands. I wonder if his opponent would be afraid if six arms suddenly appeared from behind him during a fight.

The most incredible thing is that the state of the Six Desires Demon Arm can be refreshed by disassembling the attribute entries.

Even if it gets destroyed, it can instantly recover without any cost.

Zhou Ran thought of many uses for it, such as defense in battle, scouting in strange events, and even making cleaning easier in ordinary times...

But this thing looks too sinister. If I use it in front of others, will it be mistaken for a demonic technique?

Thinking of this, Zhou Ran took out his phone, entered keywords on the cultivation method website, and searched for relevant cultivation methods.

Believe it or not, there are quite a few.

"Four-Armed King's Skill", "Thousand-Hand Illusion Demon Technique", "Heavenly Net Spider Mother Hand", "Six Harmonies True Form Transformation"...

The attributes of the cultivation techniques are also different, with some being driven by demonic energy.

Zhou Ran then looked up more information about demonic energy.

Pure energy rises to become spiritual energy, while turbid energy sinks to become demonic energy.

Demonic energy is a naturally occurring energy that exists underground, in abysses, and in the underworld. It also often permeates battlefields where people kill indiscriminately, mass graves where vengeful spirits gather, and any place where strong emotions are concentrated.

Practicing certain special techniques can refine demonic energy into the body and use it as a source of power. However, demonic energy is more volatile than spiritual energy, and practitioners often have to bear the risk of going astray and becoming possessed by demons.

Zhou Ran stared at the screen, lost in thought.

Although both "demonic energy" and "demonic path" contain the word "demonic," they are completely different.

The cultivation methods practiced by those in the demonic path are evil arts that grow stronger by absorbing the blood and souls of the dead. They pave their own path with the lives of others, becoming stronger the more they kill. They are truly evil and heretical, causing chaos in the world.

Demonic energy techniques, on the other hand, use the turbid energy between heaven and earth as their energy source, and are essentially no different from using spiritual energy.

Therefore, those who cultivate techniques that use demonic energy as their source will not be considered as members of the demonic path.

After all, related cultivation techniques are openly sold on shopping websites. If they were truly forbidden, they would have been banned across the entire internet long ago.

However, in order not to arouse suspicion, it is still necessary to buy a similar exercise book in advance to make an example.

After careful selection, Zhou Ran chose the "Six Harmonies True Form Transformation" technique. After practicing it, he could transform into six arms formed by true qi, and their attributes could be matched by himself, which could perfectly cover up the Six Desires Demon Arms.

The price isn't high either, only 150,000 yuan, it's a basic-level cultivation technique.

The only problem is that this is a Qi Refining stage technique, which he can't practice right now.

But that's not a big deal. His purpose in buying this manual wasn't to cultivate it, but to leave a purchase record to cover up for the Six Desires Demon Arm.

As for the risk of prematurely exposing the Six Desires Demon Arm...

Zhou Ran thought about it and realized that unless he was involved in another bizarre event, he would never need to use this term.

His various martial arts skills are more than enough for daily combat.

Besides, he's just a high school student; he doesn't have that many battles to fight.

After a rest...

Zhou Ran felt unbearably hot all over again. After all, it hadn't taken much effort to subdue the Six Desires Demon Arm, and it wasn't even a warm-up, so he couldn't use up the surging medicinal power in his body.

So he turned and walked to the fitness area, where he began high-intensity training to improve his physical strength and consolidate his cultivation.

Preparing for...the monthly exam.

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Four days passed in the blink of an eye.

High school students are facing a new round of monthly exams.

This exam is the last monthly exam of the first year of high school, and the next one is the final exam. Therefore, students attach great importance to this round of monthly exams, as it can reflect their current level and help them determine their direction for the final sprint before the end of the semester.

In high school students' overall grades, personal cultivation accounts for 40% of the total score, practical performance accounts for 40%, and humanities subjects only account for 20%.

Therefore, all humanities exams were scheduled for the morning, with only 15 minutes allotted for Chinese students to write their essays, while all other subjects had only 30 minutes.

In this way, all the humanities exams can be completed in one morning, allowing students to focus on preparing for the practical assessments in the afternoon.

Zhou Ran was absolutely confident in the humanities. She had already taken the time to wear the [Exquisite Heart] and reviewed all the textbooks and past exam papers. She had the knowledge memorized and getting full marks was a piece of cake.

Noon, canteen.

Zhou Ran was eating in a corner when a familiar fragrance wafted over. Song Ci sat down in front of him, attracting the attention of many people around him.

"The practical assessment is this afternoon, and I'm a little nervous," Song Ci said nervously, pursing her lips.

She had never been so nervous, or rather, so excited, because this time was different from the past. Her improvement in strength was real, and the sweat and money she had spent these past few days were also real.

Because they have truly become stronger, they care more about the results and are afraid of letting down this hard-won progress.

"You need to step up, sis. I'm waiting for you to make me famous."

Zhou Ran took a chicken leg from his plate and said, "Here, have this chicken leg. It'll help you recover, so you can play well this afternoon."

Song Ci's forehead creased with annoyance: "Aren't you nervous?"

"When you possess absolute strength, you possess absolute confidence. Even if millions of people are watching, you can remain calm and composed," Zhou Ran said calmly.

"I think you're getting more and more pretentious. Why don't you change your name to Jiahao?"

"You're a high school girl, wearing a leather jacket and riding a motorcycle every day, don't you think that makes you look like Jiaxin?"

Song Ci gritted her teeth, too lazy to argue with him any further, and instead lowered her voice to say:

"How much are you going to bet on your bet with Zhao Ting?"

"Going all in is a form of wisdom."

How could Zhou Ran not go all in on himself?

"You're overthinking it. I've heard that the people running this gambling operation don't want this to blow up, so they've set a betting limit. Everyone has to register with their real name, and the maximum bet is three thousand yuan. It's impossible for you to make a fortune this way."

"Three thousand...that's all?" Zhou Ran frowned.

"Dude, this is a high school. Do you think all high school students are rich? Even someone like me from a well-off family only gets five thousand yuan a month in allowance. A lot of people don't even get any allowance," Song Ci said speechlessly.

Aside from aristocratic girls like Ming Shu, how much money could an ordinary high school student possibly have?

At first, she didn't have enough money for tutoring, so she had to beg her parents for it. Later, her cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, and her parents saw the results, so they increased their investment. Otherwise, how could she have come up with so much money for tutoring?

"Fine, three thousand it is. Making a little money is still making money. I've been using a lot of medication lately." Zhou Ran took out his phone. "Add me to the group."

After a series of actions by Song Ci, Zhou Ran was pulled into the gambling group.

Since the exam had just finished and it was lunchtime, not many people were talking in the group chat.

Scrolling up, there's quite a bit of news.

However, the discussion wasn't about who would win between Zhou Ran and Zhao Ting, but rather about recent popular topics, such as new games and movies. It was just a casual chat group where people talked about whatever came to mind.

"Wow, over 1,300 people?"

Zhou Ran was slightly surprised when he saw the number of people in the group. This was quite a large number, considering that there were only a little over four hundred people in the entire first year of high school.

"There are senior students from grades 11 and 12, as well as students from other schools," Song Ci said. "Zhao Ting used to promote his tutoring business everywhere, so he's quite famous locally."

"How should I place my bets?"

"Change the group nickname to your grade, class, and name, then transfer 3,000 yuan to the group AI assistant and bet on yourself to win."

So Zhou Ran did some maneuvering, betting 3,000 yuan to win.

The message quickly caught the attention of the group members after it was posted in the group chat.

"@Zhou Ran from Class 3, Grade 11, my friend, are you really Zhou Ran?"

"Wrapped."

"Bet on yourself to win? You're awesome, you've got all the bravado. @Zhao Ting from Class 1, your nemesis has arrived."

This person clearly enjoyed watching the drama unfold, and immediately called Zhao Ting out.

Zhao Ting only replied with two words: "Hehe".

Zhou Ran retorted with two words: "Hehe."

The group chat immediately became lively.

Zhang Tianming from Class 2, Grade 11: "Both of them are betting on themselves to win? That's interesting. So, who should I bet on?"

Wang Shuo from Class 2, Grade 11: "Old Zhang, you're so rich, why are you joining in the fun?"

Zhang Tianming from Class 2, Grade 11: "A little gambling is harmless fun, just for fun. @Zhou Ran from Class 3, Grade 11, I'm betting on you, give it your all and help me earn some skin money."

Zhou Ran was taken aback when he saw the person's name.

Zhang Tianming... he's second in the grade!

Ming Shu failed to get first place in the grade several times because Zhang Tianming took it away from him. He was very strong and talented, and his family background was no less than Ming Shu's. He was said to be the eldest son of the Zhang family, born to spend money and enjoy life.

Zhou Ran stroked his chin and began to ponder.

Since Ming Shu failed to become a student, could Zhang Tianming try?

Lunchtime ended quickly.

Zhou Ran and Song Ci returned to the classroom and, led by their teacher, went to the playground for a cultivation test and practical assessment.