Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams-Chapter 269 - 165: Physique Master, Achieved!

Buzz!

A gust of wind blows by, and the Green Gold fades away.

The bushes rustle as a figure lands by the lake’s edge, stepping on dry leaves.

Crack crack crack!

It sounds like the creaking of tendons and bones, yet also like boiling flesh.

Chen Feng silently feels the changes within himself, having absorbed all the energy transformed from the Snake Spirit Fruit.

[Strength: 40.2]

[Agility: 35.4]

[Constitution: 48.3]

[Will: 38.5]

The growth of the four-dimensional attributes has completely stopped, or more precisely, they surged to their limit in one burst before ceasing.

"Physique Barrier...."

He clenches his fist slightly, feeling the powerful strength coursing through his body.

Chen Feng knows that he has likely finished what is known as Transformation and has firmly established himself in the Master Realm.

Even without relying on Green Armor and Steel Bones, with his own strength alone, he could face any fully-formed Golden Steel Level Transformed Person.

"And moreover, the strength of my body...."

With a fine perception, he extends a Steel Bone Blade from his palm.

Chen Feng forcefully swings it at his other arm, made of ordinary flesh and blood.

Clang!

A metallic sound reverberates as a tiny notch appears on the edge of the Steel Bone Blade, visible to the naked eye.

"It’s much stronger than ordinary Golden Steel, at least by thirty percent."

His gaze brightens, Chen Feng suspects he might be stronger than other Masters who have achieved the Physique Barrier.

Because he thought of the Giant Elephant Master.

The other’s Power techniques are evidently inferior to Lu Xinglong, but his body is exceptionally sturdy, likely having mastered this same barrier.

But even so, barely comparable to Golden Steel is the other’s limit.

"Is it because of the body enhancement bonus from the Steel Bone Talent?"

"Or is it because of the Snake Spirit Fruit?"

Thoughts flicker, and Chen Feng has some guesses.

He doesn’t delve too deeply into it; after all, it’s a good thing.

One could say that the Snake Spirit Secret Realm is indeed a fine treasure, allowing him to advance faster than others, breaking through the Physique Barrier and completing the Transformation ahead of time.

Besides that.

[Green Armor LV4: 35/100]

[Heart of Glory LV2: 93/100]

The Fire Rong Tribe is also a great place to nourish Talent.

Chen Feng guesses that just one more victory honor from a Master’s battle will allow the Heart of Glory to break through and level up.

Only...

"Some things you can do once or twice, but not a third time."

"Yellow Sand City, in the short term, is probably not a good place to go back to."

His gaze flickers slightly, Chen Feng is confident but not arrogant.

The Fire Rong Tribe is, after all, one of the Eight Great Clans in this realm, and they surely have some depths.

Moreover, it seems the tribe has a High Priest who has ignited the Snake God’s bloodline above the Fourth Rank—if blocked by such a person, he’s not sure he can win.

Not to mention, the Snake God Temple might have already noticed his re-entry into the Secret Realm and sent even stronger fighters to pursue and kill him.

"But..."

Chen Feng looks up at the scorching sun and sky.

If Fire Rong Tribe won’t do, then change the target.

Just right, to see if there are any Advanced Metals in this realm, to nurture the growth of the Steel Bone Talent.

Immediately, a thought crosses his mind.

Buzz!

The white light intermingled with Golden Patterns becomes solid again, and the shadow covers the ground; the Holy Shield Giant appears before him.

Not too many wounds can be seen on its body, most of them slowly healing.

Chen Feng guesses that this must be some ability of the Holy Shield Giant, similar to enhanced self-healing brought by a sturdy physique.

Soon, the Giant Eagle’s hand reaches out.

A six-meter-tall robust body, its arm as thick as a stone pillar.

The hand opens like a shield with fingers together, Chen Feng standing on it is lifted to its shoulder like an elevator.

"Head south."

He gives the command, patting the Giant’s neck, the target clear.

The Fire Rong Tribe must have already issued a warrant for him, and it’s unknown when the Snake God Temple would send pursuers again.

Naturally, it’s best to leave this place far behind.

Swoosh!

Stone Wings vibrate, the silent Holy Shield Giant responds with action.

In the blink of an eye, the winds are howling.

The ashen body takes to the sky, with an unobstructed view of the vast heavens.

....

....

Two days later.

Looking down from high above.

A green field amid a sprawling swamp.

Decaying branches and rotten leaves, venomous snakes winding through, grey-brown scaled crocodiles lurking beneath the water.

A dozen figures scramble through, some supporting each other, some armed with long spears and curved knives, alternately on guard.

The leaves part, and the obstructing vines are chopped away.

Swoosh!!!

A dark green venomous snake leaps from the branches, the spear-carrying leader’s face changes slightly.

Swish!

At a crucial moment, the curved knife slashes.

The silver blade flashes by, snapping the snake into two, falling atop the dry leaves.

"Are you alright?"

"No, no problem, thank you Molly."

The spear-carrying man looks pale but relieved and grateful.

The woman with yellow-toned curly hair shakes her head, simply glancing back at the group with some worry.

From the original twenty-seven or eight people, a third are lost, only a dozen remain.

Some are still injured, with bloodstains and bandages on their burlap clothes, being supported by comrades and limping.

"I just wonder if they can make it to the Holy City."

Molly sighs, the rescued spear-wielding man also looks somewhat dejected.

"Those Black Blade Tribe people are still relentless."

"If it weren’t for you, Lady Molly, we would have probably lost our lives earlier..."

Hearing this, many people reveal complex gazes, looking at the curly-haired woman with gratitude and hope.

They are well aware that if she hadn’t led the way, they would have already died en route.

But still, some look pale and bewildered.

Can they really make it to the Holy City like this?

"Let’s not talk about this now, the Black Blade Tribe might still be on our trail, let’s hurry."

Molly puts away negative emotions and encourages everyone: "I’ve heard that as long as we cross this swamp, we can see the Holy City."

"As long as we can make it there, even the Black Blade Tribe wouldn’t dare to mess around...."