Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Attribute Points Allocation-Chapter 910 - 444: When the Snipe and the Clam Grapple, the Fisherman Benefits
Chapter 910: Chapter 444: When the Snipe and the Clam Grapple, the Fisherman Benefits
“This Spirit-Loving Flower is mine now; none of you may approach, or you will die.” A warning came from someone perched atop a giant tree ahead.
It was a middle-aged man with dense eyebrows and eyes like copper bells, wielding a huge bow as he stood there, his figure robust like an iron tower, and with an aura of vigorous blood and imposing momentum.
The great bow in his hand was entirely lacquered in black, radiating a powerful aura—clearly an ultimate spirit weapon.
The other cultivators who saw this scene all looked somewhat aggrieved. Merely a few words, and he wanted to monopolize the spirit herbs—far too simple-minded of him, as if they were all a bunch of weaklings.
However, no one spoke up at the moment, choosing instead to bide their time.
Since the man belonged to the True Spirit Realm and possessed relatively formidable strength, in the absence of a strong leader to initiate the confrontation, the rest dared not act rashly.
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The middle-aged cultivator saw that no one came forward for the moment and, with a flicker in his eyes, he made up his mind and prepared to act.
If the standoff continued, more powerful warriors would arrive, and his advantage as a True Spirit Realm cultivator would no longer exist.
With bow in his right hand, his figure flickered, leaping continuously along the branches bursting with foliage, until he reached the lush vines. His left hand reached for the Spirit-Loving Flower, almost within grasp.
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Just then, an unexpected change occurred.
A vine, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, lashed out with astonishing speed, piercing straight through the middle-aged cultivator’s abdomen.
The middle-aged cultivator let out a mournful howl as his vital blood swiftly drained away, and his physical body disintegrated at a visible rate.
The cultivators who were preparing to compete for the flower were all struck with horror. A vine had gained sentience in this place and lay in wait here, a terrifying entity that could kill a True Spirit Realm cultivator in one strike.
They suddenly realized that the Spirit-Loving Flower was a tool for it to lure its prey.
Lu Yun, observing this from a distance, was astonished; even the vines had developed spiritual intelligence, along with such cunning and strength.
Yet, this also proved that the Heavenly End Secret Realm was fraught with dangers, where even the most unassuming things could spell great peril—one must be extremely cautious.
There were not a few who shared his thoughts. Some cultivators were tempted by the blooming and exquisitely captivating Spirit-Loving Flower, but the scene of the middle-aged cultivator’s tragic death was still vivid in their minds.
They couldn’t help but shake their heads as they reluctantly withdrew, turning towards the lake in the distance instead.
Lu Yun didn’t leave but instead evaluated his strength. He felt that he still had a chance, yet he didn’t underestimate the situation. He swept his consciousness around to see if anyone was lying in wait.
In this Secret Realm filled with dangers at every turn, one had to be on full alert; a moment’s carelessness could lead to one’s downfall.
With his powerful consciousness sweeping across, he quickly detected the presence of hidden powerful warriors, and there was more than one.
“A bunch of old coins!” Lu Yun cursed internally, continuing to conceal his aura, hiding amidst the dense foliage, completely obscuring his figure.
Without knowing the specific strength of these people, he couldn’t make a rash move. To wait calmly and then act was the best course of action.
In the current situation, it was a contest of patience and strength. If the difference in power wasn’t significant, the first to lose their patience would be the first to be eliminated.
Having ascertained the number and location of the cultivators hiding around him, Lu Yun felt he had the greatest advantage in terms of patience.
“The guy on the giant tree a hundred meters straight ahead should be the strongest. When my consciousness brushed by just now, it almost detected me.”
Then, Lu Yun’s gaze fell on a giant tree fifty meters to the left front, where the strength of the cultivator hiding there was uncertain, but surely no weaker than the middle-aged man who had just perished.
As for the cultivator to the right front, his control over his aura was the poorest, and he had probably already been discovered by the other two cultivators.
If nothing unexpected happened, he would likely make the first move.
Lu Yun analyzed the situation in his mind while preparing to take action.
About a dozen breaths later, the cultivator hidden to the right front exploded into action like a humanoid fierce beast, rushing over in the blink of an eye.
“Crack!”
A snapping sound ensued, and the vine let out a wail as it broke in two.
Having succeeded with his strike, he didn’t show any triumph; instead, he grew more solemn.
“Flap flap flap!”
Even more vines flooded in, crazily attacking him with unparalleled intensity and density, an overwhelming mass that was terrifying to behold.
“Scram!” the cultivator bellowed, pushing outward with both hands, unleashing endless flames, consuming the assailant vines in an inferno.
This cultivator turned out to be a disciple of the Fire God Palace, possessing a powerful fire Divine Ability—practically the bane of vines.
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh.” Realizing their disadvantage, the vines quickly retracted, disappearing into the endless greenery.
The Fire God Palace disciple’s lips curled into a disdainful smile as he allowed it to flee in a panic.
To him, the Spirit-Loving Flower was of paramount importance.
However, he did not reach out to pluck the spirit herbs immediately, instead sweeping his gaze around and declaring coldly, “No need to hide anymore, come out!”
“He’s quite cautious, but with such a simple test, the other two shouldn’t be fooled,” Lu Yun thought to himself, still keeping his figure hidden in the thick leaves.
The young man in purple clothes hiding a hundred meters straight ahead remained unmoved as if he hadn’t heard the Fire God Palace disciple’s probing words.
