NOVEL WEB CHAPTER 153
Lu Ming's transformation was unlike the simple growth spurt triggered by adding attribute points. This was a fundamental shift in form, like a balloon rapidly inflating.
His already towering figure expanded further, his muscles bulging and rippling with each breath. Waves of heat radiated from his body, enveloping him in a white mist. His clothes, unable to contain his burgeoning physique, began to tear.
Within moments, Lu Ming stood five meters tall, his sculpted muscles resembling the work of a master sculptor. His eyes, now the size of bronze bells, fixed on Apulan, who gulped nervously. He wanted to scream, "What kind of monster is this?!"
Lu Ming reveled in the power of his Explosive State. His doubled attributes filled him with boundless energy. He watched as Apulan, visibly shaken, hopped back two steps on one leg. Amang, his face grim, approached his comrade.
"I underestimated you," Amang admitted, his voice laced with a newfound respect. "Apulan is no match for you. Now, I shall be your opponent—"
But Amang's words were cut short by a deafening roar from Lu Ming. The sound, like the fury of a dragon, reverberated through the air.
In an instant, Lu Ming's body underwent another transformation. The Explosive State wasn't enough. He sought not merely victory, but utter domination.
Discarding any thoughts of further advancement, Lu Ming decided to unleash his most potent ability—the Desperate State.
With a surge of will, he activated the state, unlocking a torrent of power within him. The mystery factors within his cells began to churn and fuse at an unprecedented rate, a process far more intense and violent than the gradual refinement of the Body Forging Technique.
Pain coursed through Lu Ming's body, a searing agony that tested the limits of his endurance. Yet, he bore it, knowing that the discomfort was a mere prelude to unimaginable power.
His bones creaked and groaned as they grew larger, denser, and more resilient. His bone marrow, the source of his lifeblood, pulsed with newfound energy, sending a surge of invigorated blood coursing through his veins.
Lu Ming felt as though his very essence was transforming into molten lava, a burning sensation radiating from every fiber of his being. His muscles expanded, his skin thickened, and his entire form underwent a dramatic metamorphosis.
Lu Ming's vision soared as his body continued its rapid expansion. Within moments, he towered over the battlefield at a colossal ten meters tall.
A deep, rumbling exhale escaped his lips, carrying with it a wave of scorching air. The immense strain on his body was a stark reminder that the Desperate State could only be maintained for a short time. But that was of little consequence. The overwhelming power granted by this form far outweighed any concerns about its duration.
Suddenly, a tingling sensation erupted from his ribs. Lu Ming glanced down to see two additional pairs of arms emerging from his sides, their fists clenching and unclenching with explosive force, creating sonic booms with each movement.
The sensation of having six arms was initially disorienting, but Lu Ming quickly realized the advantages. More limbs meant increased offensive and defensive capabilities.
In this heightened state, Lu Ming's understanding of his superpower deepened. Body Self-Limitation, it seemed, granted him the ability to manipulate his physical form, pushing the boundaries of what was possible.
As if to confirm his suspicions, cracks appeared on either side of his temples, and two additional eyeballs emerged, granting him an unobstructed view in all directions. His muscles rippled and contorted, his skin shifting from light yellow to a dark, stony grey.
Lu Ming's skin hardened, his physical defenses reaching new heights. He wondered if this bodily optimization was exclusive to the Desperate State or if it could be applied to his other forms. Once he dealt with the immediate threat, he planned to experiment with his Self-Limitation, Conventional, and Explosive States.
But for now, further exploration of his powers had to wait. The Desperate State's time limit was a pressing concern, and Lu Ming had more urgent matters to attend to.
Maintaining his ten-meter stature, four eyes scanning the battlefield, and six arms ready for combat, Lu Ming slowly lowered his head, his gaze settling on Amang.
The fallen angel's face was pale with terror, his body involuntarily taking two steps back. "What... what kind of monster is this?!" he stammered, his voice trembling.
Amang's reaction mirrored that of everyone present. The moment Lu Ming unleashed his Desperate State, a single thought echoed through their minds: MONSTER.
The Black Feather Tribe members were paralyzed with fear, unable to comprehend the transformation they had witnessed.
Bai Tianyu, Huo Sheng, and the others were equally stunned. Was this still Brother Lu? Was he even human anymore?
"He's not a human," Zhang Chengcheng declared, her eyes shining with admiration. "He's a god!" She remained Lu Ming's most devoted follower, her faith in him unwavering.
Even Velo and Fala were at a loss for words. The old warrior stared at the towering figure in the distance, his lips moving soundlessly. He couldn't find the words to describe the awe-inspiring sight before him.
High talent? Undoubtedly.
Hardworking? Absolutely.
But Lu Ming's current form transcended mere talent and effort.
"Superpower?" Velo mused. "I've never seen one like this..."
Lu Ming, however, paid no heed to the onlookers' bewilderment. He rolled his shoulders, a predatory grin spreading across his face as he addressed Amang and the Black Feather Tribe.
"You forced me!" His voice boomed, a deep rumble that shook the very air around them. "Now, reap what you've sown!"
With a single, earth-shattering step, Lu Ming launched himself forward. All six of his arms swung in unison, unleashing a flurry of blows.
Perfect Level Explosive Fist x6!
The Desperate State amplified his already formidable attributes fivefold:
- Strength: 75337
- Physique: 75336
- Agility: 75427
With such power at his disposal, he dwarfed even the mightiest Body Realm experts. Fala, witnessing this display of raw power, could only gasp in awe.
As Lu Ming charged towards the Black Feather Tribe, Fala's eyes widened in disbelief. She recalled her grandfather's teachings about the differences in strength between races within the Mortal Realm.
The average human possessed a physical fitness level of 5, while the Spirit Tribe boasted a slightly higher baseline of 7. With each level advancement in the Mortal Realm, an Awakened individual's attributes doubled. This meant that a Level 9 human would have a physical fitness of 2,560, while a Level 9 Spirit Tribe member would reach 3,584.
However, upon reaching the Physique Realm, racial advantages diminished significantly. The only path to transcending the Mortal Realm was through perfecting one's body via body forging techniques. This perfection was achieved when all three-dimensional attributes (strength, physique, and agility) reached 5,000 points.
Therefore, barring the use of additional Origin Power Skills, the baseline strength of a Level 1 Physique Realm expert was 10,000 points across all three attributes. This doubled to 20,000 for Level 2 and 40,000 for Level 3. Velo, a Level 3 Physique Realm warrior, possessed a strength of approximately 50,000 points, while Amang was slightly weaker.
A Mortal Realm individual surpassing a Physique Realm expert was unheard of in the Black Mist Zone. It was deemed an impossibility.
Yet, here it was, unfolding before Fala's very eyes.