Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

Before he was about to touch the grass stem, Zuo Feng finally understood where the sense of danger came from, but it was too late to find out now.

If he could find it earlier, at least he would have a chance to adjust. As long as he found it before the last weed landed, Zuo Feng could even choose a new grass as his landing point, but that would affect his planned trajectory in the subsequent actions.

However, even if he made a big adjustment to the trajectory of the subsequent flight, Zuo Feng was still confident that he could continue to fly forward. That was because when he was calculating, he had already made a rough plan for the possible changes and the corresponding adjusted movement trajectory.

However, he didn't expect that man's calculations were not as good as God's. Even though he had calculated and deduced so much, he still didn't calculate that there were unexpected hidden dangers in the "best route" he chose.

Even though Zuo Feng had tried his best to adjust his posture before landing, so that his body could be placed at the most suitable angle, and he was also prepared to deal with the situation when his footing was unstable.

But when his feet just touched the surface of the grass stem, he knew that he had made a wrong judgment. Not only did he underestimate the impact of the water on the grass stems, but he also overestimated his own abilities.

If Zuo Feng still had spiritual energy to use at this time, then there would definitely be another outcome. Whether it was using spiritual energy to allow himself to be attached to the grass stems, or using spiritual energy to release thrust on the grass stems, or even using spiritual energy to push away the water on the grass stems, it could change his movement trajectory.

As a result, when Zuo Feng touched the grass stems, it was like falling on ice. No matter how hard he tried, he could only slide off the surface.

This result was as if Zuo Feng had not encountered any weeds at all and continued to fly forward. When he originally planned the route, he had already calculated the various footholds. Every time he touched the weeds, it was not only an adjustment to the route ahead, but also a clever buffer.

Now Zuo Feng was completely on a route outside the plan, flying forward at an uncontrolled speed. A thick weed in front of him was like a wall blocking Zuo Feng's route.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the weed, Zuo Feng felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, but he was already extremely anxious. Subconsciously, he was ready to meet the weed and collide head-on.

In fact, when he made this decision, Zuo Feng knew that he might be in danger of death this time. With his current terrifying speed, even if he fell into the water, the impact force would cause him to be seriously injured, not to mention that it was just a weed.

No matter how soft the grass stem is, when the speed reaches a certain level, the destructive force generated by the impact will not be much worse than hitting a stone.

Just when Zuo Feng was ready to meet the worst result, he felt a wet feeling on the soles of his feet. It was rubbed by the place where he just landed. Zuo Feng subconsciously wanted to shake his feet.

But just as he was about to take action, he changed his mind slightly, and then he stopped shaking his feet. Subconsciously looking down, his soles and sides were now full of water, and because they were mixed with grass juice, they showed a light green color.

Because the speed was too fast, Zuo Feng gave up shaking off the water on his feet, but he had already come directly in front of the grass stem. At this time, Zuo Feng could only stretch his limbs and try to touch the grass stem.

Before, Zuo Feng would curl up his body until he touched the grass stem, then he would quickly bounce up and explode his power when he made full contact.

Now, he stretched out his limbs first, letting his body unfold. When his toes touched the grass stem, he had already started to exert force. However, the power released by Zuo Feng was not a simple and rough power, but a soft and hard power.

From the moment Zuo Feng's toes touched the surface of the grass stem, his legs began to exert force, and he sent out the force in waves, so that his legs would not break on the spot because they could not withstand the huge reaction force.

If it was a direct contact, even if Zuo Feng was willing to sacrifice his legs, he would not be able to resolve the terrifying impact force, so all his efforts now were actually just a slight buffer.

In fact, the impact force was very limited, and Zuo Feng's main purpose was to delay the time when he and the grass stem finally touched each other.

Never underestimate this little bit of time, because on the one hand, Zuo Feng had already touched the grass stem, and on the other hand, they did not really touch each other. It was in this state of being close and distant that Zuo Feng had the only opportunity to use his hands and feet.

It sounds mysterious, but in fact, this method itself is very dangerous, just like dancing on the edge of a knife. If Zuo Feng had any choice, he would not use this method. The problem is that this is the only thing he can do at the moment.

In this state of contact without real collision, every time Zuo Feng exerts force, it is not really resisting the impact, but sending out another force.

"Change,... change it for me!"

Zuo Feng couldn't help but roar. The severe pain transmitted from his feet and legs, and the fact that he could feel the approach of death more clearly than the severe pain, made Zuo Feng's face look twisted and crazy.

No one could see, and no one would believe that at the moment when Zuo Feng's toes touched the surface of the grass stem, he had exerted force more than a dozen times, but each time ended in failure.

Just as Zuo Feng was about to hit him, he finally felt something under his feet. That feeling was the culprit that caused him to face the current crisis: "slippery".

His feet were moving and began to slide toward the side of the grass stem. Part of the reason was the effect of his continuous strength, and part of the reason, which was more important, was the liquid under his feet.

This slippery feeling, which had just caused Zuo Feng to fall into a dangerous abyss, now became the "rope" for him to climb out of the abyss.

When his body began to slide to one side, Zuo Feng even smiled in the severe pain. Not only because he had a chance to survive, but also because he could make the right choice and judgment at the last moment.

From feeling the soles of his feet sliding a distance to the whole person sliding to the side, it may only be a moment, but Zuo Feng felt as if he had crossed a long quarter of an hour, or even several hours.

Fortunately, there was no danger in the end. Zuo Feng's figure slid out from the side and then flew out directly from the side of the grass stem. Before, Zuo Feng wanted to adjust the direction through the grass stem, but he couldn't do it because it was too slippery. Now he also wanted to change the direction, but all his strength was used to make himself slide smoothly over the surface of the grass stem.

In fact, from the perspective of direction alone, Zuo Feng has changed a little, but this change is very inconspicuous, and even the foothold has hardly changed.

Before Zuo Feng even had time to adjust his breath or take a breath, a weed had appeared in his sight, or to be more precise, appeared in front of him.

Facing such a grass stem, Zuo Feng felt bitter in his heart, but he had to grit his teeth to deal with it. The method was similar to the previous one, but the liquid on his feet was not much. Fortunately, the previous series of actions slowed down his flying speed a little, which directly led to a decrease in the force generated by the collision.

Just after adjusting his posture, Zuo Feng's feet had already touched the surface of the grass stem. Although he was ready, Zuo Feng couldn't help but let out a painful "hum" because of his poor physical condition.

Fortunately, Zuo Feng's willpower was very strong. He did not change his movements because of the severe pain, nor did he give up the force of his feet because of the pain.

At the moment of contact with the soles of his feet, Zuo Feng began to use his feet to send out power, and soon his soles began to slide to the side, and Zuo Feng successfully avoided a head-on collision again.

At this time, although Zuo Feng flew forward again, his speed had dropped too much, and this speed would not cause much damage to him.

When weeds appeared in front of him again, Zuo Feng no longer used the previous method. While flipping and twisting his body, he almost fell on the weeds.

Then Zuo Feng quickly adjusted his posture and did not stay on the surface of the grass stem. He moved and fell to another weed not far away.

In this way, after several turns and jumps, Zuo Feng finally landed steadily on the ground. Just after landing on the ground, Zuo Feng staggered and swayed left and right, and then he barely stabilized his body.

Because he was in contact with weeds one after another, he finally stepped on the ground, which made Zuo Feng a little uncomfortable. But it was only a little unstable at first, and he soon stood firm, and then the piercing pain came over.

Because he had been exerting force constantly and was in a state of high tension, he had neglected the feeling of his body. Now, the excessive consumption of his legs and feet, as well as the damage caused by the previous actions, all showed up.

But even in such severe pain, Zuo Feng did not dare to rest for a moment. He looked behind and to both sides, and then took a difficult step forward.

Within the range of vision, at least seven insects could be seen, rushing towards him quickly.

If it had not happened before, the incident that the dewy grass stems made Zuo Feng slip away, Zuo Feng would probably have completely escaped and got rid of the entanglement of those insects.

However, an accident caused Zuo Feng to fly less than one-third of the expected distance and landed on the ground. Although Zuo Feng got rid of the encirclement of the insects, he was unable to get away completely. Those insects were chasing him from behind like maggots on the tarsal bones.

Now Zuo Feng was in a state of dryness in both physical strength and spiritual energy, and even his body was on the verge of collapse at any time due to too many injuries.

In this situation, it was already difficult for him to move forward, let alone speed up to escape. With Zuo Feng's current speed, it was only a matter of time before he was caught up by the insects.