Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

Feeling the immense force transmitted from the warhammer, Wen Jiulong’s arms seemed on the verge of shattering in this fierce clash, and his expression no longer held the disdain it did before the battle.

If it weren’t for his own fighting spirit’s unmatched defensive attributes and the cultivation technique he practiced, which was focused on overwhelming strength and wide, sweeping moves, he might have fallen into a trap in that exchange just now.

Wen Jiulong stared directly at Lu Wenwu, his eyes serious yet still mixed with a trace of contempt.

This monstrous strength is truly terrifying.

The fist forged from flesh and blood clashed with his pseudo-mythical warhammer, yet remained unscathed!

This child’s talent is astonishing!

Unfortunately...

I’m not a brute who only knows brute force like you...

”But even so, you will still die!”

”Hah!”

Wen Jiulong shouted again, raising his warhammer high, the earthy yellow light shining brilliantly.

As Lu Wenwu charged, he suddenly felt something pressing against his body from all around.

His once agile body became increasingly heavy, movements slower, as if bearing a mountain on his back.

Moreover, the mountain’s power kept increasing, seemingly about to crush him directly here.

”Quite a skill.”

Facing Wen Jiulong charging towards him like a cavalry charge, Lu Wenwu smiled and praised.

”Die!”

Wen Jiulong’s voice carried a strange power, like some kind of war cry skill.

After the shout erupted, his short yet stocky body oddly swelled, muscles like rocks overtaking Lu Wenwu, transforming into an unbelievably tall and mighty form.

The whistling warhammer struck Lu Wenwu’s chest, making a dull ”bang” sound,

and Lu Wenwu’s body was immediately sent flying backward even faster than when he came.

”Boom!”

His body crashed heavily at the edge of a giant pit, stirring up a large cloud of dirt and dust, creating a crater dozens of meters wide.

In the pit, Lu Wenwu twisted his seemingly dislocated neck, producing a crisp ”crackling” sound, shaking as he stood up.

”I, Lu Wenwu, acknowledge your purity.” He laughed loudly.

Beneath the torn silver clothes, blood seeped from his chest, with golden red blood qi dragon scales cracking, covered in numerous web-like patterns.

But with the glow of the glory battle patterns and the circulation of qi blood, the dense scars were rapidly healing with each breath, back to their original state at a speed visible to the naked eye,

even the collapsed chest was accompanied by a slight cracking sound, with slightly displaced bones instantly returning to place.

The heart, which had an artery burst by the hammer strike, was fully restored.

”Bah.”

Lu Wenwu spat out a mouthful of black blood, mixed with discarded flesh and bodily tissue, looking completely unscathed, with an exceedingly bright and sunny smile.

But in Wen Jiulong’s eyes, this smile was terrifyingly ghastly.

He’s unharmed!?

How can he possibly be unharmed!

Wen Jiulong was now somewhat doubting life, his face full of astonishment.

Without any defense, taking my hammer strike to the chest directly, yet he’s unscathed!?

What kind of monster is this!

His heart should have been completely shattered by me just then!

Even the surrounding meridians should have been severed!

So why hasn’t the aura from his body diminished at all, but instead increased!?

Lu Wenwu wouldn’t answer him.

Lethal striking and blood and flesh regeneration wouldn’t either.

”It’s a pity about my battle armor.... really...”

Lu Wenwu murmured, directly activating the innate ability of his Divine Body.

Chaos Evil, that battle armor he had recently acquired, gradually dissolved like ignited cotton, melting onto Lu Wenwu’s body, disappearing beneath his skin.

Now, his chest was bare, revealing muscle as sculpted as an Ancient Greek statue.

The Chaos Evil had been completely devoured as sustenance by the Divine Body, unable to manifest again, leaving only the skill that could replicate any form of clothing still usable.

As for its essence and attributes, they had already completely fused with Lu Wenwu under the joint power of True Men Do Not Die from Being Naked and the Divine Body.

This action left Wen Jiulong’s scalp tingling.

He could feel that after the disappearance of that silver garment, Lu Wenwu had become even more powerful!

What kind of monster is this!

Wen Jiulong cursed angrily in his heart and once again let out a furious roar.

The earthy yellow fighting spirit’s light flickered, the solid ground beneath Lu Wenwu’s feet suddenly turned into a quagmire.

The surrounding ground extended numerous sharp earth spikes, coming along with the intensely glowing heavy warhammer.

”Come, let’s fight to our hearts’ content!”

Lu Wenwu sneered fiercely, letting loose his strength, his entire body suddenly bursting with muscle.

The terrifying power revealed itself at this moment, forcibly extracting himself from that quagmire amidst violent explosions!

The true meaning of Martial Dao manifested, invoking the power of the sun in a dominating fist, erupting mightily like the Great Sun rising in the morning!

Brilliant light exploded in the giant pit, the scorching true sun fire colliding with countless earth spikes that seemed endless, completely annihilating them.

The golden fist gang, vaguely condensing the word [Virtue], collided with the ferocious warhammer, and the power that erupted this time was far more intense than before.

The shockwaves rose and spread, further expanding the already wide giant pit for the third time.

The surrounding small mountains were violently disintegrated midway, and half of the mountain tops crashed to the ground, producing similarly intense, earth-shattering sounds.

This time, the one sent flying backward was Wen Jiulong.

He should never have lifted his feet off the ground when hammering Lu Wenwu.

Without the support and amplification of the power of the earth, by relying solely on his own strength, he was far from being Lu Wenwu’s match.

What’s more, after activating Lethal Strike and engaging equipment amplification, Lu Wenwu overwhelmingly dominated him in strength attributes!

The Wen Jiulong flying backward this time was truly somewhat shocked.

He suddenly realized that what he originally thought was an easy task seemed to have slipped out of his control!

Lu Wenwu was far stronger than he had anticipated!

This is the manifestation of Great Success in the Body Refining Dao!

No fancy skills, none of the trump cards that ordinary geniuses need to fight above their level.

Simply direct and powerful enough to make Ghost God tremble in fear!

Under this extreme aesthetic of violence, any technique and calculation seemed pale and powerless.

The earthy yellow fighting spirit’s flames burst out, transforming into a huge mountain phantom in the air, pressing down on Lu Wenwu pursuing him, as if able to flatten him along with the remaining mountain peak beneath him.

With the Nether Yin Dragon Wings behind him, Lu Wenwu in the Fleeting Shadow state could have easily bypassed, directly striking the rear Wen Jiulong.

But he didn’t choose to do so.

Dodge?

Evade?

There’s no need for that kind of thing.

Just one word!

Fight!

Abyssal Descent appeared on Blue Star, Lu Wenwu, grinning ferociously, had completed total demonization, transforming into a Demon Dragon Form.

The True Dragon Battle Body was fully activated, causing the shining golden red blood qi dragon scales to become completely tangible.

The muscles covered with dragon scales and demon qi swelled, and the Peremptory Fist, without the aid of the Demon God Battle Lance, smashed forth again, with solar power exploding from his fists, detonating everything around.

That terrifying fist carried a scorching torrent that seemed to burn all things to ashes, and with one punch, it blasted the mountain phantom condensed by fighting spirit, along with the massive shield hastily formed by Wen Jiulong behind it!

The heaven and earth primordial power within this space became utterly chaotic.

The surrounding elements were triggered by this violent attack, forming a brief yet extremely fierce elemental tide.

In this span of over ten seconds, neither side of the fierce battle could utilize the might of the world or mobilize heaven and earth primordial power to enhance themselves.

”How is this possible!”

Wen Jiulong’s expression changed drastically, executing an escape technique to dodge that fist filled with terrifying lethality.

Why!

Why is he still getting stronger!

He clearly hasn’t used any trump cards, nor utilized any skills!

This doesn’t make any sense at all!