Wu Sheng: I can adapt to evolution

Chapter 135 Lu Ming Fights Counterfeiting
The Black Armored Army was fearless and attacked from all directions.

The strength of each of them is equivalent to the peak of the first level of martial arts. They all have a strength of thousands of pounds, and their armor is sturdy and their spears are sharp. Once they charge, they are like a torrent of steel, ready to crush everything in front of them.

Among this group of people, the most powerful one is the middle-aged man in gray, who is at the sixth level of martial arts and has condensed true energy.

In particular, there is a kind of withered and desolate power in his true energy. Any black-armored soldier that is contaminated by his true energy will be completely destroyed.

However, it was obvious that even a martial arts master of the sixth level would be in a very bad state when facing a thousand martial arts masters of the first level who were armed to the teeth.

Every time his Qi defense was raised, it would be broken in a very short time.

He also had to divide his attention to protect Lu Pingzhi and others. After killing more than a hundred people with great difficulty, he felt his true energy gradually drying up.

Looking up, he saw dense crowds of people all around, which made him feel despair.

Any warrior who has not reached the seventh level of martial arts is a mortal. There is always a limit to their strength. Once surrounded by a large army, they will be exhausted to death.

"Prince, I will rush out with you in a moment. Everyone else, gather around me and hold them off for ten breaths."

There was no way to go on like this, so the middle-aged man quickly took a few pills, and an abnormal red flashed across his face.

"Uncle Rong, I am the son of the Marquis Dingyuan, born into a noble family."

"These people are nothing but rebels. It's them, not me, who should be running for my life."

But Lu Pingzhi, who was guarded in the middle, was very calm. From some point on, his eyes gradually turned pale, his brows became extremely cold, and there was no emotion in his pupils.

"Sir!"

"You are not yet able to withstand the power of [Withered Zen]. You need to condense your true energy before you can control it."

The middle-aged man in gray seemed to have thought of something, and he suddenly looked up.

"No, you don't understand."

"The power of [Deep Zen] lies in seizing that ray of life after death, resurrecting from the dead silence, returning from despair. Only then can one be unaffected by life and death, honor and disgrace, love and hate."

"I had never been able to comprehend these things before, but when I was surrounded by heavy troops, I suddenly figured it out."

Lu Pingzhi's eyes were cold, but his words were filled with strong confidence.

The more he disregards life and death, the more he abandons all views on life and death, honor and disgrace, the more he can receive a response from the power of [Dry Zen].

"So, I am willing to die!"

He suddenly drew out the long sword from his waist, and with a flash of light, he cut a black-armored soldier in front of him into two pieces with one sword.

Although he was not very strong and his realm was only the third level of martial arts, there was always a faint power of death emanating from the sword. Any black-armored soldier who was wounded by him would have his thoughts annihilated.

To be precise, it is not annihilation.

It turned into a subtle force, covering Lu Pingzhi's body layer by layer.

His eyes were cold and his mind was extremely clear. Everything around him was reflected in his mind.

When he decided to stay and fight to the death, he suddenly acquired superb fighting skills, as if he had been blessed by some unknown being.

His movements were extremely refined, each move and each step occurring exactly where it was supposed to. His killing efficiency suddenly increased several fold. With a gleam of cold light flashing around him and his chaotic footwork, no one could get within ten feet of him.

Lu Ming hid among the black-armored soldiers and watched everything calmly.

He sensed something was amiss with Lu Pingzhi's aura, and his actions, though he was still fighting, inexplicably reminded him of a sacrifice. "Interesting! Is this another evil deity from some unknown origin?"

Lu Ming knew that there were countless evil gods from outside the domain. When he was studying in the Martial Temple, he knew that the number of evil gods recorded so far had reached more than a hundred.

Although these evil gods cannot come to the world in person, their occasional mumblings, projections, and even the many items they send possess unimaginable power.

Some of the evil gods' power was not very destructive, and was even developed and used by the Martial Temple.

It is said that the various monsters circulating around today are actually a kind of evil power.

It’s just that the pollution caused by monsters is the lowest, or even almost non-existent, so they can be gradually opened to humans and gradually enhance the overall strength of humans.

In fact, human strength is indeed growing.

Through the continuous selective use of the power of evil gods, the overall physical strength of mankind is growing, and high-end combat power is also increasing.

But precisely because of this, the evil god's influence on the human world is gradually increasing.

Especially in the past ten years, various visions of evil gods have appeared more and more frequently.

The black-armored soldiers standing in front of Lu Ming were quickly slaughtered by Lu Pingzhi. Although it seemed that he was about to run out of strength every time, he still miraculously held on and killed the enemies in front of him.

"Whoosh."

Lu Ming controlled this body and rushed to the front, suddenly thrusting the spear forward. This body only had a thousand pounds of strength, but this spear almost melted his understanding of various spear techniques, like an antelope hanging on a horn, dangerous and tricky.

Lu Pingzhi's harmonious state seemed to be slightly broken.

But the next moment, he suddenly squatted down and raised his hand, and the long sword stabbed out from bottom to top, instantly piercing through Lu Ming's neck, and then shook slightly, and Lu Ming's body was corroded into nothingness by a withered power.

"It's a very powerful ability, even close to authority. It's beyond the reach of martial arts."

Lu Ming's thoughts quickly emerged from the other black-armored soldier, continuing to observe everything. In terms of pure martial arts skills, he was no less skilled than anyone else. Even the most gifted warrior couldn't possess the thousands of thoughts that supported his practice.

The opponent was able to break his fatal shot, not relying on martial arts skills.

"But, in this world, technique is only a small part of martial arts."

Lu Ming raised his head and saw a young man in brocade clothes standing in the air, his face exactly like Lu Pingzhi.

He also smiled slightly, and his consciousness returned to his original body.

"I didn't expect that a fake like you would have such a chance, but today I want to tell you a truth."

“The quality of fakes…is generally not very good.”

Lu Ming stood high in the air, overlooking everything.

And at the moment he appeared, Lu Pingzhi, who had been in harmony with his body and mind and constantly growing on the line between life and death, felt that his mind suddenly had a flaw, his scalp went numb, and he felt like he was falling into an ice cellar.

He was about to challenge the line between life and death, but when Lu Ming appeared, his only hope of survival... disappeared.

Lu Pingzhi's face turned pale. Who is this person?

How could it be so terrifying that even the last glimmer of hope would disappear in front of this person?

(End of this chapter)