Chapter 337: Temple of Stranger

At the same moment when Chen Chuan entered the arena to watch the competition, in the Mo Temple on Qingding Mountain southwest of the central city, a young man with long arms and a headband on his head was pouring a bucket of water drawn from the well into the stone vat in front of the temple.

His name was Du Geng, and according to the platform betting, he was considered the person Wei Wusheng would kill last.

Ever since he boarded the Rhino Cruise, he has been staying here and has not been anywhere else, as if the turmoil outside has nothing to do with him.

After filling the stone jar with water, he walked into the temple and bowed respectfully to the statue above.

Strange God is a deity that was introduced from abroad and has long been localized, but it is not a mainstream sect and has long been declining. It may exist in some remote corners abroad, but no one has heard of it in most places.

However, in the central city of Jibei Road, a complete temple and religious heritage are still preserved.

This was thanks to the old temple priest here, who promptly abandoned the old way of worship and spent several decades running this place into a spiritual and psychological sanatorium for the upper and middle classes of the central city, thus preserving the incense in disguise.

Du Geng is a disciple of this temple and has been here since he was a child. However, his talent is the most outstanding. He once took the initiative to participate in a ring match and killed a non-staff student of Wu Yi who had implants all over his body.

After the game, he rejected the invitation and returned to the mountain, but his performance that time was amazing. As the most respected disciple of Mo Temple, all the resources of Mo Temple were concentrated on him. He was even the next generation of temple priest. The temple priests of Mo Temple in the past were all third-level fighters.

After so much time, some people thought that he might have broken through the limit, so people on the platform generally believed that he would be Wei Wusheng's most important target.

After worshipping the strange god, Du Geng walked up to the old temple keeper and bowed respectfully, "Teacher."

Although the old temple keeper is over eighty years old, except for the large white beard on his chest, his face still looks like a man in his forties or fifties.

This time he did not respond as usual, but turned to look outside the temple. After a while, he said in a steady voice: "Du Geng, guests are here."

Du Geng couldn't help but look outside. He walked out of the temple gate and looked down the mountain. He saw a strong and tall figure walking towards the top of the mountain from the other side of the mountain gate.

The man had an extremely strong physique. He wore a loose blue training shirt and a wide belt around his waist with a hammer hanging from it. Although he had a heavy body, he looked unusually light when he walked.

He stared at the newcomer. As long as he could defeat this enemy in front of the strange god, his mind and body would be elevated to a new level.

The old temple keeper also came out at this time. He said to Du Geng: "This is your battle. Remember, he is your biggest obstacle. Use him to break through the shackles in your heart and break the shackles on your body."

Du Geng said firmly: "Teacher, this is the day I've been waiting for all this time." He paused and said solemnly: "I'm ready."

The old temple keeper said, "Take the medicine first, then drink the Mo Shui."

Du Geng hummed, and immediately went to the side to take a drug that stimulated his potential. His breathing gradually became rapid, and his muscles swelled slightly, but as he adjusted himself, he quickly recovered.

This is a special medicine made in the Mo Temple. Although it is somewhat irritating, it is very suitable for his physique and will cause less harm to him. As long as he takes some mild medicine after the treatment, most of the side effects can be eliminated. He just needs to rest for a few days.

After taking the medicine, he walked back to the stone jar, picked up a gourd ladle from it, scooped up a ladle of water, tilted his head back and drank it.

His hands were steady and not a single drop spilled outside.

After drinking it, his eyes became much brighter. He turned his head and stared at Wei Wusheng who was walking up from the bottom of the stairs, as if expecting something.

Wei Wusheng had already reached the last flight of stone steps, and there were about thirty more steps to reach the temple on the top of the mountain. But at this moment, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He lowered his chin to cover his throat, and then a tiny blood mark appeared on his chin.

He stepped back at the same time, but his body paused. Only then did he realize that his left hand seemed to be tightly wrapped by something and he couldn't get rid of it for a while.

He looked around and saw crisscrossing thin threads, which were connected to tiny insects hidden among the branches and leaves on both sides of the wide platform. These insects seemed to be able to fly quickly and wrap the thin threads around the tree trunks on both sides.

He felt a strong threat and immediately struggled backwards. Half of his arm was cut off at the elbow and rolled to the ground, but he also escaped from the siege in front of him.

But he had only taken a few steps back when he stopped again, because the surroundings were already filled with these filaments without him noticing, and were constantly gathering inwards.

In just a short while, thin bloodstains appeared around his limbs and torso. Those thin threads easily cut through his solid muscles and were not greatly blocked until they hit his bones. Blood continued to seep out from the cut wounds.

Once they encountered any obstacles, the insects would quickly wrap the thin wires around the branches and trunks. If he tried to struggle hard at this time, he might suffer the same fate as the broken arm he had just had.

Du Geng looked at Wei Wusheng who was trapped there, smiled, and walked down the stairs step by step. However, even though he walked through the places covered with thin threads, the thin threads did not cut him, but just slid through his body.

He smiled slightly. These insects were a kind of alien creatures that had existed in the Temple of Strange God since the old times. They were messengers of Strange God, and were specially used to deal with these third-level fighters. As long as they were entangled by this thing, it would be impossible for them to break free if they were not Strange God's followers. He didn't need to fight Wei Wusheng in a real fight. At this moment, he just had to walk up to him and finish him off.

He didn't feel there was anything shameful or guilty about this, because he was first a believer of the Strange God, and then a fighter. It was perfectly reasonable for him to borrow the power of the Strange God to deal with the enemy. On the contrary, because he sacrificed the life of a powerful enemy in front of the Strange God, he felt closer to the Strange God.

As he walked down, he picked up a long metal spike with a handle from the shelf nearby, and then slowly walked towards Wei Wusheng.

He stared at the man's bound body and said, "Your biggest mistake is that you shouldn't have come here." He raised the long spike and pointed it at Wei Wusheng's eyes, "I heard that your reward is very high, I accept it with reluctance."

As he said this, he moved his body and quickly stabbed Wei Wusheng, but with a snap, he was surprised to find that the sharp spike was firmly held by a raised hand.

He was very shocked for a moment.

How can it be? !
This person is clearly bound by the power of the strange god!

When he felt something was wrong, his body reacted faster than his brain and he immediately stepped back. However, at this moment a huge shadow suddenly pressed down and hugged him!
Feeling the powerful force coming, he was suddenly terrified and wanted to struggle, but it was too late. As Wei Wusheng's intact arm tightened, a sound of bones breaking was heard, and Du Geng's back and chest stuck together in an instant. His eyeballs bulged out and blood gushed out of his throat.

Wei Wusheng let go of his hand, and Du Geng slid down softly against his body and landed between his feet. He tilted his head and pressed his cheek against the cold stone bricks, making a vague sound, "How, how could it be..."

Wei Wusheng looked down and said casually, "You can pass through those filaments only because of the changes in the biological field. All you need to do is change the field. It's a very simple thing."

To a certain extent, a fighter of the third limit has the ability to temporarily simulate the biological field of others, but that requires the range of his own field to be large enough. However, his severed hand that fell in front of him just expanded the range of the field, allowing him to quickly coordinate himself and change the expression of the field.

"It turned out to be like this..."

Du Geng immediately regretted it very much. If only he had been more careful, or just waited a little longer... But before he could finish his thought, a big foot stepped down from above, and with a snap, his head was crushed.

The old temple keeper closed his eyes.

Wei Wusheng walked over and took back the half arm, pressing on the broken part. He could see countless tiny alienated tissues like granulations emerging on the cut surfaces on both sides. As they got closer to the broken part, they began to tangle with each other. After pressing on it, the external wounds were slowly closing. Not only there, but the wounds on his body were also slowly healing.

After doing all this, he twisted his neck and went up the stairs.

The old temple priest slowly retreated into the temple, and behind him, several old men wearing the same priest robes as him came out, took out medicine and swallowed it.

Wei Wusheng seemed not to see it. He walked straight to the front of the temple, looked at the surrounding scenery, and said, "This is a nice place." Then he stretched out his hand, took out the hammer, and stepped into the temple.

More than ten minutes later, he walked out, leaving behind a trail of bloody footprints.

But after so much time had passed, the wound on his body had completely disappeared, and the severed hand seemed to be able to move freely.

At this moment, a voice sounded in my ears, "And..."

Wei Wusheng interrupted the voice directly, "I know there are others, but they are not worth mentioning. Only one person is worth noting."

Previously, the rapid growth of Xiong Jianyi's alienated tissue had caused a certain impact on him, and even caused him to change his fighting style for a time.

But this was also a contest. In the battle between the two to see who had the dominant will, he gradually regained his dominance. Now he had completely overwhelmed the opponent. He no longer had to completely follow Xiong Jianyi's will, but only needed to follow his own ideas.

The combination of the two people's alienated tissues brought not only a mixture of hardness and softness, but also ushered in a new period of rapid growth for him.

The reason why he didn't show up before was not because he was afraid, but because he needed to find a place to spend this period. Now he has basically killed those valuable people.

At this stage, there was only a little bit of the power of the mind left waiting to be absorbed by him.

He needed greater stimulation to enable the alienated tissues throughout his body to reach perfection. Only with such a body could he meet that challenge.

So, it's time to deal with the person who is hindering the final release of the mind.

……

(End of this chapter)

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