NOVEL WEB CHAPTER 150
"Everyone..." Huo Sheng's voice rang out, attempting to draw the attention of the Black Feather Tribe.
However, his words fell on deaf ears. The fallen angels weren't interested in what he had to say. Their eyes were fixed on Lu Ming, Huo Sheng, and Bai Tianyu, assessing their strength and potential.
"The one with the glasses is their leader," Amang declared.
"The second tallest and strongest one is their most powerful, with Level 6 strength and signs of practicing a body forging technique," Arnold added, a hint of amusement in his voice. "He obtained the Body Forging Technique just days after entering the Black Mist Zone. They're quite fortunate."
Amang nodded. "As expected of new generation Tribulation Transcenders. Strong luck is to be expected."
Apulan, his gaze fixed on Lu Ming, raised an eyebrow. "What about that one? The tallest and strongest of them all?"
Lu Ming, now towering over three meters tall, stood like a monolith. Even Bai Tianyu, a man of considerable stature, appeared small and delicate in comparison.
Amang dismissed Lu Ming with a wave of his hand. "Just a poser. Level 1 of the Mortal Realm."
The Black Feather tribesmen erupted in laughter. A mere Level 1 Mortal Realm daring to challenge them? It was almost comical.
Meanwhile, the people of Nanxiang watched in silence as the Black Feather Tribe analyzed their strengths and weaknesses.
Lu Ming and his companions watched the exchange between the Black Feather Tribe, their faces etched with concern. Huo Sheng had attempted to initiate a dialogue, but the birdmen's laughter and chatter suggested they were either incapable of understanding or simply uninterested in communication.
Huo Sheng shook his head in frustration. "No way to communicate," he muttered. "It seems like we're headed for a fight." He turned to Lu Ming, his voice laced with uncertainty. "Mr. Lu, what do you think? Can we handle them?"
Lu Ming, analyzing the situation, furrowed his brow. "It's hard to say..." he replied.
His current attributes were as follows:
- Strength: 3,853.7
- Physique: 3,863.6
- Agility: 3,443.7
- Free Attribute Points: 11,449
Theoretically, an average Level 9 Mortal Realm expert would have three-dimensional attributes of 2,560 points, far inferior to Lu Ming's current stats. Most of the birdmen didn't pose a significant threat to him.
However, the three leaders at the front exuded a different aura. The one with three heads, in particular, gave Lu Ming an unsettling feeling. While not overwhelming, there was an undeniable sense of pressure emanating from him.
However, a nagging uncertainty remained. The three-headed birdman's aura was shrouded in a haze, making it difficult for Lu Ming to accurately gauge his strength. He couldn't be sure if he could emerge victorious in a confrontation.
As the saying goes, "When in doubt, add more points."
Lu Ming opened his attribute panel and focused on the free attribute points column. "Chengcheng and Wei Lan are both Level 6 now," he reasoned, "and they're able to assist me in my training. But if I push my limits a bit further..."
He added 3,000 points to each of his strength, agility, and physique attributes.
His updated stats now stood as follows:
- Strength: 6,853.7
- Physique: 6,863.6
- Agility: 6,443.7
- Free Attribute Points: 2,449
This level of power was the limit for Wei Lan and Zhang Chengcheng to effectively assist his training. Any higher, and their combined strength wouldn't be sufficient to challenge him.
The surge in attributes caused Lu Ming's body to undergo a dramatic transformation. A series of crackling sounds emanated from his muscles as his height increased further, reaching a towering 3.3 meters. His shirt ripped apart, and his pants barely reached his ankles.
This sudden change startled everyone present. Huo Sheng and Bai Tianyu glanced at him briefly before dismissing it as just another one of Brother Lu's eccentricities.
The Black Feather Tribesmen, however, watched with piqued curiosity.
"What's this?" a Black Feather tribesman muttered, eyeing Lu Ming's transformation with curiosity.
"I have no idea," another replied.
"Has he become stronger? No, he's still at Level 1..."
"I don't know."
The fallen angels were baffled by Lu Ming's sudden change. They could only attribute it to some unknown Origin Power Skill. However, this minor curiosity quickly faded as their focus shifted to Bai Tianyu.
"That man is the strongest one here! Kill him!" Amang commanded.
He then gestured towards Huo Sheng. "That one should be the leader. Let's spare him."
As for Lu Ming, the Level 1 Mortal Realm anomaly, they dismissed him as insignificant.
"We'll eliminate the strongest first to intimidate them," Amang declared, "then we'll have a little 'chat' with them." He emphasized the word "chat" with a sinister grin.
A Level 9 Mortal Realm Black Feather tribesman swooped down from the sky, his wings beating with powerful strokes. He descended upon Bai Tianyu with blinding speed, catching him off guard.
In the blink of an eye, the Black Feather tribesman stood before Bai Tianyu, a sinister grin twisting his features. He reached out, his three-fingered hand aiming for Bai Tianyu's heart.
The gap between Level 9 and Level 6 was insurmountable, a chasm that no superpower or body-refining technique could bridge. Bai Tianyu's perception of time seemed to slow as he watched the birdman's hand approach, his body paralyzed by the imminent threat of death.
Yet, a strange calmness settled over him. Lu Ming was right beside him.
Just as the birdman's claws were about to pierce his chest, a larger hand appeared, intercepting the attack and grasping the birdman's wrist in an iron grip.
The air crackled with tension. The birdman looked from Bai Tianyu to Lu Ming in confusion, then strained against the unyielding grasp. His face, marked with intricate patterns, turned blue with effort, but Lu Ming remained unmoved.
Lu Ming paid little attention to this underling, sensing that he was the weakest of the Black Feather Tribe. Instead, his gaze locked onto the three leaders hovering above.
"Do you really not understand what I was saying?" Lu Ming's voice boomed, echoing through the night.
Amang's smile faltered. He met Lu Ming's gaze, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. "I understand," he replied in a peculiar language that resonated directly in Lu Ming's mind. "I simply don't want to chat with you."
Lu Ming nodded, about to respond, when Amang turned to Apulan. The latter descended from the sky, landing before Lu Ming with an air of arrogance.
Apulan scrutinized Lu Ming, his eyes narrowed in disdain. "You're quite interesting," he remarked. "Clearly a Level 1, yet you possess strength beyond Level 9. Could it be that you've been practicing body-forging techniques since you were in your mother's womb?"
Lu Ming shook his head. "No," he began, but Apulan cut him off, extending a finger and beckoning him closer.
"Release that trash. I'll play with you instead."
Lu Ming persisted, "Can't we avoid this fight?"
Apulan shook his head, a cruel smile twisting his lips."No. Most of you have to die, including you."
Huo Sheng and Bai Tianyu exchanged worried glances. Mentioning death to Lu Ming was a grave mistake. Did this birdman even know the meaning of the word?
Lu Ming fell silent, his eyes slowly turning crimson. With a deep breath, he clenched his teeth.
"Fine," he growled, his voice thick with barely restrained fury. "I'll play with you then!"