NOVPUBAt the same moment that Chen Chuan entered the arena to watch the competition, in the southwest of Central City, on Qingding Mountain, in the Moshen Temple, a young man with long arms and a headband was pouring a bucket of water drawn from the well into the stone vat in front of the temple.
He was named Du Geng , and on the platform, he was considered to be the person Wei Wusheng would save for last to kill.
Since going to the Rhinoceros Horn Cruise Ship, he had stayed here and had not gone anywhere else, as if the disturbances outside had nothing to do with him.
After filling the stone vat with water, he walked into the temple and respectfully bowed to the idol above.
Moshen, this was a deity that came from abroad and had long been localized, but it was not a mainstream religion and had long since declined. It may still exist in some remote corners abroad, but in most places, no one had heard of it anymore.
However, here in Jibeidiao Central City, a complete temple and religious tradition was preserved.
This was thanks to the old temple master here, who timely abandoned the old worship methods and spent decades turning this place into a spiritual and psychological sanatorium for the upper class in Central City, preserving the incense in a disguised form. 𝔫𝖔𝖛𝖕𝖚𝔟.𝖈𝖔𝔪
Du Geng was a student of this temple, having been here since childhood, but his talent was the most outstanding. He had once actively participated in the Arena tournament and killed Wuyiexternal students with implants all over their bodies.
After the competition, he refused the invitation and returned to the mountain, but his performance that time was very amazing. As the most admired student of Moshen Temple, the resources of Moshen Temple were concentrated on him. He was even the next generation temple master, and the temple masters of Moshen Temple in the past were all Third-Limit Martial Artists .
After so long, some people believed that he might have broken through the boundary, so people on the platform generally believed that he would be Wei Wusheng's most important target.
After worshiping Moshen, Du Geng walked to the old temple master, respectfully bowed, "Master ."
Although the old temple master was already over eighty years old, except for the large white beard on his chest, his face still looked like that of a person in his forties or fifties.
This time, he did not respond as usual, but turned to look outside the temple. After a while, he said in a steady voice: "Du Geng , a guest has arrived."
Du Geng couldn't help but look outside. He walked out of the temple gate and looked down the mountain, seeing a strong and tall figure walking towards the top of the mountain from the mountain gate.
That person was abnormally strong, wearing a blue, loose-fitting practice suit, with a wide belt tied around his waist, from which hung a hammer. Although his body was heavy, he gave people a feeling of abnormal lightness when walking.
He stared at the person coming. As long as he defeated this enemy in front of Moshen, his mind and body would be elevated to a new level.
The old temple master also walked out at this time. He said to Du Geng : "This is your battle. Remember, he is your biggest obstacle. Use him to break through your inner shackles and break the shackles on your body."
Du Geng firmly said: "Master , I have been waiting for this day for a long time." He paused and solemnly said: "I am ready."
The old temple master said: "Take the medicine first, and then drink the Moshen water."
Du Geng nodded, and immediately went to the side to take the Drugs that stimulated his potential. His breathing gradually became rapid, and the muscles on his body swelled slightly, but as he adjusted himself, he quickly recovered.
This was a special medicine in Moshen Temple. Although it was somewhat stimulating, it was very suitable for his physique and less harmful to him. As long as he took some soothing Drugs after it was over, he could eliminate most of the side effects, and then rest for a few days.
After taking the medicine, he walked back to the stone vat, picked up a gourd ladle from it, scooped up a ladle of water, and drank it up.
His hand was very steady, and not a drop was spilled outside.
After drinking it, his eyes became much brighter. He turned his head and stared at Wei Wusheng , who was walking up from the bottom of the steps, as if expecting something.
Wei Wusheng had already walked to the last section of stone steps. There were probably thirty steps left to reach the temple at the top of the mountain, but at this time, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He lowered his chin to block his throat, and then a small blood mark appeared on his chin.
At the same time, he retreated, but his body stopped. Only then did he realize that his left hand seemed to be tightly entangled by something, and he couldn't break free for a while.
He looked around and saw that there were thin threads crisscrossing there. These thin threads were connected to small insects hidden in the branches on both sides of the wide platform. These small insects seemed to be able to fly quickly and wrap the thin threads around the tree trunks on both sides.
He felt a strong threat, and decisively struggled backward. Half of his arm was cut off at the elbow and fell to the ground, but he also got rid of the encirclement.
But he only retreated a few steps before stopping again, because the surroundings, front, back, left, and right, were unknowingly covered with these thin threads, and they were still constantly shrinking inward.
In just a short while, fine blood marks appeared around his limbs and body. Those thin threads easily cut into his firm muscles until they were blocked by his bones. Blood kept oozing from the cut wounds.
Once they encountered resistance, the insects quickly wrapped the thin lines around the branches and tree trunks. If he forced himself to struggle at this time, he might encounter the same fate as his severed arm just now.
Du Geng looked at Wei Wusheng being besieged there, with a smile on his face, and walked down the steps step by step, but even when he walked through the places full of thin threads, the thin threads did not cut him, but just slid past him.
He smiled slightly. These small insects were a kind of alien creature that had existed in Moshen Temple since old times. They were the messengers of Moshen, specially used to deal with these Third Limit Martial Combat experts.
As long as they were entangled by this thing, it was impossible for non-Moshen believers to break free. He didn't need to fight Wei Wusheng head-on at all. At this moment, he only needed to walk up and end the opponent.
He didn't think there was anything shameful or guilty about this, because he was first a believer of Moshen, and then a Martial Artist . It was very reasonable to use Moshen's Strength to deal with the enemy. On the contrary, because he offered the life of a strong enemy in front of Moshen, he would feel closer to Moshen.
As he walked down, he casually took a metal long thorn with a handle from a shelf on the side, and slowly walked to Wei Wusheng's front.
He stared at the person's bound body and said, "Your biggest mistake is that you shouldn't have come here." He raised the long thorn and pointed it at Wei Wusheng's eyes, "I heard there is a big reward for you. I will reluctantly accept it."
As he said that, he moved his body and quickly stabbed at Wei Wusheng , but with a snap, he was shocked to find that the spike was firmly blocked by a raised palm.
He was shocked for a moment.
How is that possible?!
This person is clearly bound by Moshen's Strength!
While feeling something was wrong, his body reacted faster than his brain and immediately retreated, but at this time, a huge shadow suddenly pressed over and hugged him!
Feeling the strong Strength coming, he was shocked and wanted to struggle, but it was too late. As Wei Wusheng's intact arm tightened, the sound of bones breaking came out. Du Geng's back and chest instantly stuck together, his eyeballs bulged, and blood spurted out of his throat.
Wei Wusheng let go, and Du Geng slid down softly against his body and fell between his feet. His cheek, with his head tilted, was pressed against the cold stone bricks, and he made a vague sound, "How, how could it be…"
Wei Wusheng's eyes fell, and he said casually: "You can pass through those thin threads just by relying on the changes in the Biological Field. You can do it just by changing the energy field. This is a very simple thing."
Third Limit Martial Artists , to a certain extent, have the ability to briefly simulate the Biological Field of others, but that requires their own energy field range to be large enough, but his severed hand that fell in front just expanded the energy field range, allowing him to quickly coordinate himself and change the expression of the energy field.
"So that's how it is…"
Du Geng immediately regretted it. If he had been more careful, or simply waited a while… But before he could finish his thoughts, a big foot stepped down from above, and with a bang, his head was crushed with one foot.
The old temple master closed his eyes.
Wei Wusheng walked over and took back the half of his arm, pressing it to the broken part. It could be seen that there were countless tiny Mutated Tissues like buds emerging from the cut surfaces on both sides. As the broken parts approached, they began to twist together. After pressing it on, the external wound was also slowly closing, not only there, but also the wounds on his body were also slowly healing.
After doing these things, he twisted his neck and walked towards the top of the steps.
The old temple master slowly retreated into the temple, and behind him, several old men wearing the same sacrificial robes as him came out, all taking medicine.
Wei Wusheng seemed not to see it, and went straight to the front of the temple, looked at the surrounding scenery, and said, "This place is good." Then he stretched out his hand, took out the Hammer, and stepped into the temple.
More than ten minutes later, he walked out of it, but he stepped out a series of bloody footprints where he passed.
But after so much time, the wounds on his body were completely invisible, and the original severed hand seemed to be able to move freely.
Just then, a voice rang in his ear, "There is still…"
Wei Wusheng directly interrupted the voice, "I know there is still, but those are insignificant. Only one person is worth noting."
Previously, Xiong Jian Yi's Mutated Tissue grew rapidly and had a certain Influence on him, even changing his fighting style for a while.
But this was also a contest. In the battle for dominance between the two Thoughts, he gradually regained his dominance. Now he has completely overwhelmed the other side. He doesn't have to completely follow Xiong Jian Yi's will, but only needs to follow his own ideas.
The combination of the two people's Mutated Tissue not only brought about the mixture of rigidity and flexibility, but also allowed him to usher in a new rapid growth period.
He didn't show up before, not because he was afraid, to avoid those who took on the wanted Commission, but because he needed to find a place to get through this period. Now he has basically killed those who were valuable.
At this stage, the Strength of thoughts has the last bit left waiting to be absorbed by him.
He needs greater stimulation to allow his whole body's Mutated Tissue to climb to perfection. Only with such a body can he meet that threshold.
So, it's time to solve the person who is blocking the final release of thoughts.
