Wu Sheng: I can adapt to evolution

Chapter 28: A mere Martial Temple, nothing more than that! (Please read on)
When the moon is at its zenith, its bright light shines on the earth, giving the mountains and forests a layer of fluorescence.

A tall figure slowly rose in the darkness. Because the light was shining on it, its face was almost invisible. It looked vaguely like a human, but with a slightly hunched back, looking like a mountain goblin or monster.

Lu Ming used his hands and feet to quickly climb to a high place, but it was silent, as if all the sounds were absorbed by an inexplicable force.

The moon was reflected in his eyes. His eyeballs moved slightly, and in an instant he saw the scene more than ten miles away.

A bonfire was burning more than ten miles away.

A group of people were sitting around a campfire, doing some repairs.

"So this guy is from the Martial Temple. I was wondering why his aura was so strange."

Lu Ming saw the middle-aged man at a glance. Wasn't this the man he met in the teahouse before?
"Today I want to see how strong the warriors from this martial arts temple are."

Lu Ming chuckled, then jumped down from a high place, spread his arms, flapped his wing membranes, and glided a hundred feet in a blink of an eye.

He pushed hard on the ground, and the soft pads on his feet acted like springs, allowing him to jump high again without making any sound.

After many evolutions, his bones became light and tough, his tendons were strong and elastic, and his explosive power was extremely amazing. He could take a step of dozens of feet in almost one breath, like a gust of wind.

"Ok?"

The middle-aged man put a piece of dry food into his mouth, and suddenly a warning arose in his heart. Just now, he suddenly felt a hint of being spied on.

But he looked around and there was no other movement.

"Am I overthinking it?"

But the next moment, he suddenly grabbed the scabbard beside him, exerted his strength, and the sword was immediately unsheathed, drawing a brilliant light in the darkness.

He raised his head and saw a human-like figure gliding down from a great height and rushing towards him.

The bright moon shone behind the figure, making it impossible to see his face, but the whistling sounds coming from all around made him dare not be careless.

"Ding."

The middle-aged man held the long sword horizontally, and his attack was extremely swift. The sword light drew a cold light in the void, and the next moment it was in front of the figure.

But the sword blade was unable to break through the defense at all, and even after being hit by the opponent, it bent into an extremely exaggerated arc.

At this time, the middle-aged man could barely see the other person's appearance.

What kind of monster is this? Although it has a human form, its face and body are covered with a large number of strange patterns. These patterns seem to have the effect of vaguely interfering with his vision, making it difficult for him to see clearly.

The overly slender limbs, the broad and sharp fingers and palms, the undulating and smooth muscle lines... made this monster look like a ruthless killing machine.

But it’s strange, why is this monster wearing only a pair of shorts, so anthropomorphic?

"Pong."

The next moment, the figure fell to the ground, but the sound was very light. At the same time, the palm of the hand reached forward and grabbed the sword blade directly.

The middle-aged man suddenly tried to pull back the sword, but the blade seemed to be clamped by an iron clamp.

"Clang, clang, clang."

The middle-aged man shook his wrist and exerted his strength, and the sword blade was pulled out forcefully. However, during the collision, there was a sound of metal clashing, which made people feel sick to their teeth.

"How strong is this guy?"

Lu Ming was slightly surprised. Although the opponent's sudden burst of strength was not as strong as his own, the force was condensed. When he pulled, it was like a loach twisting and digging, and his flesh palm could not even hold it.

The middle-aged man was even more horrified. Although the sword in his hand was not a magic weapon, it was also a top-grade weapon. There was also the "Demon-Slaying Rune" engraved on it from the Martial Temple. Even a seventh-grade demon beast would not dare to take his sword with its flesh body.

But how could this humanoid monster be so powerful? Could it be that it has surpassed the seventh rank?
"boom."

Lu Ming was also excited to see the prey, so he ignored everything and pounced again.

The middle-aged man wanted to stab with the sword again, but he found that there were deep marks on the sword. He exerted a little force and the blade broke.

There was no other way, he could only sway his body and keep backing away.

But Lu Ming's attack was even faster. He stepped on the ground alternately. Although he didn't have any skill in using his strength, his speed was incredibly fast.

The middle-aged man took a step back when he was about to attack.

There was no other way, the middle-aged man could only clap his palms forward, exerting force on his muscles and bones, and concentrating all his strength on one point.

"bump."

When the palms of the two men collided, the middle-aged man felt an overwhelming force coming from the opposite side, as if he was not facing an eight-foot-tall humanoid monster, but an elephant several meters tall.

"Humph."

The terrifying force rushed up, and although he retreated frantically to relieve the force, a trace of blood still flowed from his mouth.

Lu Ming shook his palms. This man should be at the third level of martial arts, but the power of this [Dark Energy] was much stronger than Lu Gao's. Even though his palms had been strengthened many times, they still felt sore and numb.

But, that's all.

He just shook his hands, and the numbness and soreness returned immediately.

Compared to the Heart-Eating Ape's strength of hundreds of thousands of pounds, this is just a drop in the bucket.

This Martial Temple doesn’t seem to be that powerful?
Isn't it said that a martial artist at the Martial Temple who reaches the third level of martial arts can rival a seventh-grade demon beast? This one doesn't seem very capable. Although it's much stronger than martial artists from the outside world, it's still far from what Lu Ming had expected.

No, I'll try him again.

Lu Ming pounced up again, not giving the middle-aged man a chance to breathe.

The middle-aged man retreated rapidly, and suddenly bent his wrist inward, and a bunch of thin needles as thin as cow hair burst out.

"Ding ding ding."

These fine needles hit Lu Ming's body, but they couldn't even penetrate his skin, not even tickling him.

"How is this possible... Silver Beard Needles are made from the demon core of an eighth-grade demon beast. They are specifically designed to restrain demon beasts. They can even break the skin of a seventh-grade demon beast."

Seeing that the needle was ineffective, the middle-aged man's heart sank suddenly.

The [Demon-Slaying Rune] on the sword just now became ineffective, and now the [Silver Beard Needle] is also ineffective. These are all powerful weapons to restrain monsters, and he spent a lot of money to equip them.

How come all of them fail?
Without these things, he didn't have the confidence to fight the monsters with his flesh and blood. He was not one of those monsters in Wujingtang [Shangshe].

The middle-aged man took out a bamboo tube from his arms, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, but things had come to this point and he could not care less.

"call out."

He pulled out the seal on the bamboo tube, and a dazzling flame flew out in an instant, hitting Lu Ming in an instant.

"boom."

In just a moment, Lu Ming's body was burning fiercely. The flames were like a cancer attached to his bones, instantly burning inward along his flesh and blood.

Like a huge torch in the darkness.

The middle-aged man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. This [Fire Crossbow] was secretly refined by the Martial Temple. It burned with flesh and blood. Once it burned, the fight would continue until the death!
This is also his last trump card.

(End of this chapter)