Martial Artist: Stronger by Coasting Along-Chapter 215 - 45: Muscle Realm? One Strike Kill

"Have him come over to deal with Ling Feng, to examine whether Ling Feng’s spear technique has reached the realm of perfection in power."

Du Fei ordered.

"Do you want to use the scorpion’s poison needle against Ling Feng?"

Lin Qiao’an asked.

"Didn’t Wang Dashan say that his spear technique reached the realm of perfection, with both offense and defense seamlessly integrated, watertight? Could it not even fend off a few mere poison needles?"

Du Fei sneered.

"You’re right, if Ling Feng gets hit by the poison needles, it would also be the responsibility of him and Wang Dashan. It’s just that the scorpion’s combat power is around 265, which makes me worry that afterward, when the higher-ups review it, they might think we did it out of retaliation."

Lin Qiao’an reminded.

"I told you to convey the order to the scorpion, why are you hesitating?"

Du Fei said angrily.

"Yes."

Lin Qiao’an dared not say more and quickly conveyed the command to the scorpion.

About a hundred kilometers away from Ling Feng, a man no taller than one meter and fifty, clinging to buildings like a venomous scorpion, had a message pop up on his bracelet.

"Swish!"

His body was at this point leaping onto the top of the building as he consecutively shot out six poison needles, hitting the vital spots of a massive python that was in the process of giving birth.

The venom invaded.

The birthing python was drained of primordial qi.

The fetus died in the womb.

In its frenzy, it attempted to devour the scorpion, but the scorpion dodged continuously, exacerbating the venom’s effect, ultimately leading to its death.

The scorpion retrieved the snake gall.

After soaking it in a bottle of medicinal liquid to remove toxins, he swallowed the snake gall.

Instantly, his blood surged, feeling his power strengthened by several degrees.

He was a martial artist who had undergone genetic modification.

Due to the rarity of the potion, in order to maintain combat power and break through bodily shackles, he continuously swallowed snake gall and the powerful flesh of the alien races, refining the strength contained in their flesh.

"Send me to deal with a senior martial dao student?"

"Wu Zhilong really is useless!"

The scorpion checked the bracelet’s information and learned there was a senior martial dao student named Ling Feng accused of defrauding cultivation resource subsidies. When Wu Zhilong went to examine, he was severely wounded by Ling Feng’s single spear strike.

As a member of the Patriotism Squad, the scorpion did not shirk his task but instead raced through the dark night towards Ling Feng’s direction. Fueled by the snake gall’s medicinal effects, his blood pulsed vigorously, as if he had endless energy. His small frame traversed through buildings, startling numerous alien creatures, but none could intercept his figure.

He was like a venomous scorpion in the dark night, quickly darting out from the city center.

In less than an hour, he arrived at Ling Feng’s location.

At this moment, Ling Feng was resting.

After the incident of Wu Zhilong’s sneak attack, Ling Feng realized this examination was obviously different, even carrying some private vendetta within it.

It seemed it wasn’t solely directed at him.

Therefore, while looking as if he was coasting along deliberately delaying time, in reality, Ling Feng was contemplating how to handle the upcoming examinations.

He was aware this was not the examination site but within the Profound Realm, where not only alien creatures roamed, but powerful human martial artists lurked with opportunities.

Even if the human martial artists coming to test his strength didn’t harbor the intention to kill, those powerful alien creatures could still take his life.

Thus Ling Feng became extra cautious.

He secretly used his sea of consciousness to sense the surrounding disturbances.

Last time Wu Zhilong gave him quite a scare.

This time, the scorpion was very quickly spotted by him.

The opponent didn’t waste a word, as if treating him like prey, approaching swiftly with a ghost-like body technique.

"Swish, swish!"

Upon reaching within thirty meters.

The scorpion successively hurled out six poison needles.

As a martial artist adept in hidden weapons with a combat power of about 265.0, having opened the Third Layer Dharma Aspect, the scorpion’s physical fitness rivaled that of Ling Feng.

He struck as fast as lightning, giving Ling Feng no time to react.

"Clang!"

However, under the sensing power of the sea of consciousness, those six poison needles had nowhere to hide within Ling Feng’s sight. Even though his mental power around 1.328 was insufficient to forcibly redirect the scorpion’s six poison needles using mental telekinesis.

He could still capture their trajectory and swiftly block them with his long spear.

"Shameless!"

Using poison needles in a test, Ling Feng was enraged.

Everyone in the rooms, including Huo Guoqiong, was furious and red-faced, but they also knew that since Du Fei dared to do this, he must have a way to justify it. Even if they protested, it would be in vain. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"Buzz!"

Ling Feng launched himself toward the scorpion.

With a move called Cyan Dragon Emerges from Water Linked Spear, he targeted the scorpion, even though it was the most basic spear technique move; as a Master of Gun Technique, every spear strike from Ling Feng bore irresistible force.

The scorpion, holding two curved sabers, immediately sensed a dangerous aura, feeling Ling Feng’s spear technique was unstoppable. It seemed he couldn’t last many moves.

"Puff!"

At the same time, his shoulder and thigh ached.

Upon closer inspection.

It was surprisingly two of the poison needles he had just shot.

It turned out Ling Feng merely used his spear technique to distract him, while the true purpose was to use mental telekinesis fluctuations to control the poison needles, dishing out to the scorpion the same way he intended to attack Ling Feng.

"Killing enemies with objects!"

Huo Guoqiong exclaimed.

"To hit a Muscle Realm martial artist, his sea of consciousness value must be above 0.50. My master and I no longer have to worry about punishment due to Ling Feng’s insufficient data."

Huang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, expressing her gratitude and joy.

Both she and Huo Guoqiong were Mental Telekinesis Masters. Even though they saw Ling Feng controlling the poison needles via video, they both knew that the poison needles originally nailed into the wall suddenly flew back automatically and pierced into the scorpion’s chest and shoulder due to Ling Feng’s mental telekinesis control.

The scorpion was a Muscle Realm martial artist, yet he couldn’t evade Ling Feng’s poison needles, indicating that Ling Feng indeed had the ability to slice a monkey demon’s finger with the glass.

"Finally safe without danger."

Tao Qiuhong also looked delighted.

She only had involvement with Ling Feng in this matter, so even if Ling Feng had issues with his Body Tempering Technique and Spear Technique, she wouldn’t be held accountable.

"Bang."

Hit by two poison needles, the scorpion hurriedly threw down his dual sabers, attempting to take medicinal liquid to mitigate the venom.

Ling Feng snorted softly and quickly struck with the long spear, breaking both of the scorpion’s arms, and spear-point exploded the flying medicinal liquid.

"What are you doing? That’s the antitoxic liquid!"

Seeing the antitoxic liquid spill onto the ground, quickly soaked up by the soil, and his hand broken by Ling Feng, the scorpion questioned.

"Sorry, I thought you were going to throw some poison needles or toxic liquid again."

Ling Feng said innocently.

"You..."

"Bang!"

The scorpion still wanted to retort, but he instantly convulsed on the ground; though not as severely as the giant python, he was in great pain.

Two drones swooped down, hovering a meter above his head, scanning his body indicators.

"Hurry up and save me."

The scorpion struggled to speak.

"Sorry, someone requires me to rush to the city center, if I’m late, it will be trouble for me. Bye!"

Ling Feng didn’t pay any attention to the scorpion but dashed rapidly toward the city center.

"Useless, a bunch of useless people!"

Du Fei exclaimed in rage.

"Boss, Ling Feng is really a mental telekinesis master, killing enemies with objects; his sea of consciousness value meets the standard of 0.50. Huo Guoqiong and Tao Qiuhong have now been cleared of suspicion, and they want to see you."

Lin Qiao’an cautiously reminded.

(Today, suddenly experiencing acute lumbar pain, really didn’t mean to delay until now, after applying a balm, feeling better, will write more tomorrow to make it up to you, sorry.)