Chapter 348 — The Flawless Humanoid Killing Machine
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" This was what gave him the worst headache: Shen Mu had uprooted a bronze pillar and wielded it as a spear, his assault overbearing, his primal essence even melting the pillar down and turning the bronze into a sword. That one blow had crushed him utterly, and what Shen Mu had used was precisely the treasure-forging method.
Forging treasures in the midst of battle and turning forging into striking power; such a way of fighting he had never encountered in all his life!
Mu Qingdai looked troubled. "Martial Uncle, then how are we supposed to fight him?
" The Mountain Hermit was struck dumb; suddenly the same question occurred to him. This little Human Emperor was so ferocious, his magic power so deep, his body arts and footwork shifting through a thousand transformations, his speed so great, his fist art so good, his divine abilities so strong, and he even wove treasure-forging into battle; how were they to fight him? Little Jade Capital's three disciples had no chance of victory at all! "Defeat him with the sword! " Long Yu said in a low voice.
Qingyou the Mountain Hermit glanced sidelong at 'Old Man Stick' beside him. Old Man Stick's face was all smiles, so close to laughing aloud that he could barely hold it in.
"The sword?
Young Shen has already walked into the realm of method," the village headman said, suppressing a smile in kindly warning.
The Mountain Hermit ground his teeth; never before had he been so plagued by a headache.
When Xu Shenghua came to Little Jade Capital and named his intent to see its arts and divine abilities, which was in truth a challenge to Little Jade Capital, even then the Mountain Hermit had not had such a headache.
Shen Mu was plainly a human-shaped engine of slaughter, perfect and maxed out in every respect, ready at any moment to crush and ravage any challenger of his own realm at his absolute peak! And the fellow's self-confidence was at an insane level, looking down on all things, convinced he was some sort of Overlord Body, smugly certain that no one could compare with him. Such overweening confidence joined to such overwhelming strength; it was indeed a situation of being flattened.
"I wonder how his stamina is.
" The corner of Qingyou the Mountain Hermit's eye twitched.
"If his endurance is poor, then we might wear down his strength by drawing things out. .
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" But Shen Mu's build was plainly that of a sturdy young bull; after beating him he had even called it limbering up his muscles and bones, and his body brimmed with vitality beyond all reason. "And his combat experience? " At this thought the Mountain Hermit shook his head again.
Shen Mu's combat experience marked him as a divine ability practitioner of the very highest order, his method of fighting savage; he could even fuse treasure-forging into battle. Plainly a madman of combat!
As a madman of combat, he naturally had rich experience in brawling. Little Jade Capital, by contrast, kept aloof from the world's quarrels; its disciples' combat experience was certainly no match for Shen Mu's.
"Then what about his ability to adapt on the spot?
Without enough of that, no matter how high one's cultivation and strength, one will lose.
. .
wait! " The young man was this arrogant, yet no one had beaten him to death so far, so his on-the-spot adaptability must be top-tier as well!
Qingyou the Mountain Hermit looked again at Old Man Stick beside him.
Old Man Stick had climbed fully out of the shadow of his shattered convictions and stood there smiling, smug in expression, plainly ready to enjoy watching Little Jade Capital make a fool of itself. The Mountain Hermit gritted his teeth and said to the three, "Improvise as you go! " The three exchanged glances, grumbling inwardly: "Martial Uncle said a great deal, but it seems he said nothing at all, and only piled more pressure on our minds.