I practice martial arts by adding skill points in modern city-Chapter 558: 【186】Simulated Evolution, Warrior of Hundred Battles_4
But that was far from enough. Jostar leaped up, driving an iron knee into the humanoid’s chest, and the sound of bones cracking was immediate.
Suffering consecutive pains, the humanoid finally couldn’t withstand it and started to hesitate.
Unwilling to fight Jostar any longer, it turned around, intending to dash to the edge of the island and jump into the sea.
Seeing this tendency from the other party made Jostar anxious at once.
He couldn’t possibly let the humanoid escape; it was clear that this creature was the key to this room.
If it escaped, there was nothing but the vast ocean around, along with mutant giant toothed sharks—what would Jostar use to chase it?
Killing the humanoid here and now was Jostar’s only chance to enter the next room.
"I have to use that move, damn it."
Jostar painfully punched himself in the abdomen, instantly triggering power that stimulated his five internal organs, forcing him to spit out a mouthful of congested blood on the spot.
Before the blood hit the ground, it transformed into a metallic spear.
Blood contains cells, and as long as Jostar wished, he could naturally transform his blood into metal.
However, given his current strength, the cost of using this move was still significant.
Yet, given the urgent circumstances, he had no choice but to do it.
Jostar grabbed the metallic spear and hurled it with great force.
The metallic spear, like lightning, instantly pierced through the humanoid’s head.
It ended the creature’s life just a second before it was about to jump into the water.
Watching the humanoid collapse at the island’s edge, Jostar breathed a sigh of relief.
In fact, if the humanoid had been unafraid of death and insisted on fighting him up close, Jostar would have been somewhat shaky.
However, while the humanoid was strong, it lacked the gladiator’s determination to fight until the last second and spill the last drop of blood.
That’s why Jostar was able to take its life using special means.
Walking over to drag the humanoid’s corpse back, Jostar sliced open its belly and even pried open its skull to inspect.
But he found nothing, and the island remained unchanged.
It seemed this was not the key to open the door to the next room.
Jostar looked at the vast ocean and the mutant giant toothed sharks still circling the island and found his expression turning somewhat peculiar.
"Could it be... the door to this room is at the bottom of the sea?"
...
On the vast prairie, Ponken Wilson effortlessly decapitated a lion with a Nibur scimitar.
Surrounding him were no less than a hundred male lions.
These lions clearly exhibited varying degrees of mutation.
Some had limbs as thick as elephants’, some had a rhino horn growing on their heads, or their tails were full of flesh-piercing barbs.
They looked like they had undergone some kind of biological experimentation and transformation.
"This room is not the one Roy the Sage previously experienced."
Looking at the lion pride encircling him, Ponken Wilson was greatly astonished.
And his thoughts were exceptionally complicated.
For according to the Wilson family’s judgment, rooms that someone had entered had no probability of being used again by a second person.
For hundreds of years, every strong person who survived the Kukulkan ruins.
The Wilson family would have them describe the rooms they visited as a strategy and record.
Yet after hundreds of years, no one ever entered those previously visited rooms, not even once.
Every subsequent entrant would proceed to an entirely new room.
So the Wilson family boldly concluded that rooms someone had passed and cleared would close forever.
Thus, no one could enter again afterward.
Each cleared room would provide a reward, and once the challenger took the reward, the room would naturally have no reason to exist.
Being closed seemed quite reasonable.
But at this moment, Ponken Wilson looked around at the environment, and the scene here was very much like the one Roy the Sage described decades ago.
It was incredibly similar, almost identical!
The same vast prairie, the same lion attacks, and... after killing the true lion king, one could proceed to the next room.
"What on earth is going on? Wasn’t the reward in this room already taken by Roy the Sage?" Ponken Wilson wondered.
But thinking too much doesn’t help right now; the top priority is to hurry through this room, find the door, and proceed to the next room.
Ponken Wilson weighed the Nibur scimitar in his hand and immediately charged out for a massive slaughter.
Although these lion prides were all mutated, making them more formidable than ordinary lions,
In front of Ponken Wilson, a Super Martial Artist, this level of mutation enhancement was simply not enough.
They were basically a piece of cake, eliminated with a single stroke, without exception.
Facing this powerful opponent, the lion pride rushed one after another to sacrifice their lives, showing not the slightest retreat.
Soon, a large heap of animal carcasses accumulated around Ponken Wilson; out of a hundred male lions, only seven or eight remained.
The battle was exceedingly brutal, but even so, the remaining lions showed no fear of death.
Until a heavens-shaking roar suddenly erupted from the depths of the prairie.
Shaking the entire prairie as if an earthquake struck, rumbling incessantly.
Those living lions seemed to receive a command and began to retreat.
Ponken Wilson squinted his eyes, having received a description from Roy the Sage.
He knew this was the imminent appearance of the lion king in this room.
