Gao Wu: Infinite destiny, start with martial arts mastery!

"Hmm?"

Lu Ming exclaimed softly, and felt his fist hit an invisible barrier.

Although he was only a hair's breadth away from Cheng Sheng's skin, he could never get closer.

Moreover, the source of this pressure was not Cheng Sheng.

A faint mark was flickering between Cheng Sheng's eyebrows.

A shadow appeared behind him, tall and illusory, and the specific face could not be seen clearly.

The only thing that could be seen clearly was the eyes of the figure.

A pair of eyes shining like the scorching sun.

Just one glance made Lu Ming's eyes burn.

The figure was tall, and just sitting cross-legged, it was as big as a tall building.

Lu Ming, who had activated the Dragon Yuan Prajna Power, was now two meters tall, but he still looked small in front of this illusory figure.

It could even be said that he was like an ant.

The figure was filled with an aura, as if it were real, and even the air around it became solidified.

That was the true meaning of martial arts exuded by this figure.

Equally domineering, with a strong sense of oppression, as if to make the world surrender.

"The true meaning of the Cheng family martial saint's reign"

"This kid actually forced out the life-saving methods of the Cheng Family Godson."

After breaking through to the Martial Saint, one can create all kinds of wonders.

Like the Cheng Family Martial Saint, it is a common method for the Martial Saint to concentrate a thought for the Cheng Saint and take action at the critical moment of life and death.

Of course, this also requires a certain price.

Only the Cheng Family Godson and the other two Martial Saints' sons can have such treatment.

"This is the Martial Saint!"

In the audience, Lin Heng looked up at the figure, his eyes full of admiration.

The Super Martial Saint, the ultimate in human martial arts, an existence that can hear the heavens.

Just a thought has such power.

At this time, the protective shields around the audience seats have been completely broken.

These protective shields were originally set up to prevent the aftermath of the battle on the ring from affecting the audience seats.

In front of the pressure of the Martial Saint, it is not worth mentioning at all.

"Not good!"

At the same time, Lin Heng realized it belatedly. The one who was facing the pressure of the Martial Saint alone on the stage was Lu Ming!

No matter how amazing he was, he was only a seventh-grade warrior.

But in front of him was a super-grade Martial Saint.

Even if it was just a trace of the Martial Saint's thoughts, it would not be pleasant.

On the stage, Cheng Sheng stared at the scene in front of him in a daze.

He never thought that he would be forced to such a point.

Even the life-saving method left by his grandfather was used.

Looking at the embarrassed Lu Ming in front of him, his face was complicated.

The huge pressure of the Martial Saint was all over Lu Ming.

Those eyes like the scorching sun were even more... was staring at him.

The martial arts true meaning of the Cheng family martial saint was thousands of times more powerful than Lu Ming.

The martial arts true meaning crushed Lu Ming's spine, trying to make him bend down.

But Lu Ming was unyielding.

He still held up his body, just like resisting the martial arts true meaning of Cheng Saint, resisting the martial arts true meaning of the Cheng family martial saint.

But at this time, the strength of the two sides had already become disparate.

No matter how much Lu Ming resisted, his back still bent a little bit.

At this time, the expressions of everyone in the audience were slightly moved.

They looked at the tall boy on the ring, trembling in front of the huge figure, with his back slightly bent.

"How could he hold on for so long?!"

At the Crazy Dragon Martial Arts School, the elegant man's face was extremely surprised.

Although Lu Ming only held on for a few seconds, he was facing the pressure of a martial saint. It was already amazing that he could do this.

Lin Heng even directly developed a love for talent.

"Regardless of the result of this disciple-recruiting examination, we must attract Lu Ming to our Nandu Martial Arts University."

Lin Heng clenched his fist and looked at the stage.

Blood flowed from the corner of Lu Ming's mouth and streaked across his chin.

The huge pressure of the Martial Saint damaged his internal organs.

His bones kept making crackling sounds.

It was the sound of being crushed inch by inch.

Lu Ming's seven orifices were bleeding everywhere, and his whole body was covered with blood. His clothes were soaked with blood and stuck to his body.

【Warlike people] Fate is roaring unwillingly

【The fate of the martial arts master would not allow him to bow his head.

Lu Ming's eyes were already blurred by blood.

But after the blood covered them, the thick bloodshot in his eyes still expressed his unwillingness.

"How can my martial arts stop here?"

"Even if you are a Martial Saint, get out of my way!"

""Gear 2!"

Lu Ming roared his last time, and the Blood Spirit Prajna was activated.

This was his last trump card.

With this roar, everyone turned their eyes to Lu Ming again.

His body swelled again, and his height soared directly to nearly two meters and five.

His muscles were knotted and full of wildness.

What was even more terrifying was that as his body grew, the red threads all over his body appeared.

They were the remnants of the blood of all the beasts in his body.

Lu Ming, whose ferocity was aroused and entered the state of Blood Spirit Prajna, had thrown everything behind him.

Climb higher, climb higher!

He wanted to reach the pinnacle of martial arts!

How could he stop here!

He roared in pain and excitement. In the face of the pressure from the Martial Saint, the faint true intention of ascending became more and more condensed.

It was like a river resisting the surging waves.

It was like a moth flying into a flame.

But no one laughed, no one spoke.

They watched this scene quietly.

Watching the tall figure that was bent down, it gradually straightened up in the long roar.

Lu Ming's long hair was also wet with blood, sticking to his cheek, looking extremely embarrassed.

The blood blurred his cheeks, but it could not cover up his sharpness.

He raised his head slowly and firmly.

Even though those eyes as dazzling as the sun hurt his eyes, he still looked up, never averting his gaze

"Martial Saint"

""Nothing special!"

This voice was so low that only Lu Ming could hear it.

After saying this, he had exhausted all his strength.

His eyes finally closed uncontrollably, and his body froze in place, as if he had lost his voice.

"Final Battle, Cheng……"

Although this final was somewhat beyond Lei Ling's expectations, seeing Lu Ming standing still, Lei Ling finally announced the result.

But at this moment, a sense of crisis suddenly surged into Lei Ling's heart.

This was the instinct of a first-class warrior.

It seemed that something terrible was about to happen.

The instinct of a warrior would not make a wrong judgment. Lei Ling made a prompt decision and grabbed Cheng Sheng's figure and threw him to an open space.

As for himself, he quickly stepped back and released his true meaning of martial arts, blocking the audience behind him.

"Fellow practitioners, please lend me a hand!"

Lei Ling's words were directed to the many strong men in the front row of the audience.

Although they were top-notch warriors and didn't know what was going on, their warrior instincts were also giving them an emergency warning.

They also came to the front row of the audience and used their own methods to protect the audience behind them.

Amid their nervousness and the confused eyes of other audience members, a brand flashed between Lu Ming's eyebrows.

An equally illusory figure appeared behind Lu Ming!