Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

"Gooooo—!!"

The Mangku Zhuha let out a painful and furious roar, and its huge body suddenly trembled.

Dark red blood with an eerie sheen gushed from the wound, dripping onto the scorched ground.

Sizzle—!

Like boiling oil poured onto snow, the moment the blood touched the ground, a thick, nauseating plume of white smoke rose up, corroding the ground and creating pits of varying depths. The toxicity in the air instantly surged to a new level!

Wu Feng felt a tightness in his chest, and even through the mask, the stench of blood and poison assaulted his senses.

The rate at which health points were decreasing suddenly accelerated, with the number of points lost per second jumping to nearly 100!

"There's poison in the blood too!" His heart sank, and with a quick step, he retreated without hesitation.

Almost the instant he stepped back, the pained Mangku Zhuha suddenly kicked off the ground with its hind legs!

boom!

The ground trembled slightly, and its calf-like crimson body shot up like a cannonball, leaping back several feet and instantly creating distance between itself and Wu Feng.

A pair of golden eyes were fixed on Wu Feng, filled with violent and cold killing intent, all traces of the previous indifference gone.

"Is creating distance to use poison gas and ranged attacks?" Wu Feng instantly understood the beast's intentions.

It was clearly aware of the dangers of close combat and attempted to leverage its poison attack advantage.

We can't let it spray poison indiscriminately from afar!

Wu Feng's eyes sharpened, and he fully activated the mental techniques of "Ladder to the Clouds" and "Cloud Ridge Steps" within his body, unleashing his full power!

"Whoosh—!"

Only a faint afterimage remained in place before his true form pounced out like a ghost, three times faster than before!

He held the Iron-Cutting Sword straight in his hand, its tip gleaming with a cold light, aiming directly at the constantly throbbing throat of the Mangku Zhuha!

The toad had just landed and hadn't even turned around when Wu Feng was already right in front of it, his golden eyes suddenly contracted!

It opened its massive mouth again, spewing out an even denser cloud of dark green poisonous mist that enveloped a large area in front of it.

At the same time, the scarlet tongue lashed out again like a poisonous whip, this time faster and at a more cunning angle. It didn't pierce straight, but swept across Wu Feng's waist and abdomen with a sharp whooshing sound!

Poisonous fog blocked any space to dodge, and a tongue whip slashed horizontally across the waist!

Wu Fengchong's momentum did not diminish. Facing the sweeping tongue whip and the pervasive poisonous mist, he suddenly flicked his wrist, and the Iron-Cutting Sword was rapidly swung in front of him!

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! ...

The sword shadows multiplied, forming an impenetrable iron curtain, precisely meeting the scarlet tongue shadow, colliding more than ten times in an instant!

The sound of metal clashing was as dense as rain!

However, the anticipated scene of a severed tongue and splattering blood did not occur.

That seemingly soft tongue is actually more resilient than anyone could imagine!

When the sharp edge of the Iron-Slaying Sword struck it, it could only leave a shallow white mark. Instead, it sent out a tremendous shockwave that made Wu Feng's arm go numb!

"What a tough tongue!" Wu Feng was secretly shocked. Of all the parts of this Mangku Zhuha, its tongue was probably the toughest offensive organ, comparable to refined steel!

The enormous recoil force traveled along the sword, and Wu Feng immediately decided not to try to withstand it.

He released his grip and forcefully flung the iron-slaying sword forward!

The longsword flew from his hand like a heavy arrow, shooting towards the face of the withered toad, forcing its head to tilt instinctively.

At the same time, Wu Feng used the recoil from swinging his sword to lean his body backward, almost touching the ground, and executed a clean and neat sliding tackle, narrowly gliding under the sweeping tongue whip!

As he glided, his gaze sharpened, locking onto the mandible of the withered toad, which had slightly raised its jaw to dodge the flying sword.

The skin there is relatively thin and slightly lighter in color.

It's now!

Before the sliding tackle was over, Wu Feng used his waist and abdomen to spring up like a spring, and his right hand made a precise clamp in mid-air to catch the hilt of the Iron-Cutting Sword that had fallen due to the Mangku Zhuha tilting its head!

The man moves with the sword, and the sword advances with the man!

Clamp, twist, and feed!

All the movements were completed in an instant, as fluid as if they had been rehearsed a thousand times.

噗哧——！

A dull thud as a sharp blade pierced through thick skin.

The heavy tip of the Iron-Slaying Sword pierced the slightly raised lower jaw of the Mangku Toad with unparalleled precision from bottom to top, and then pierced through without any obstruction, with half of the sword tip protruding from its upper palate!

"Gurgle—!!!"

A piercing, grotesque roar of pain echoed through the valley! The massive body of the Mangku Zhuha writhed wildly, and dark red blood gushed out like a spring from the wounds in its mouth and jaw.

Having landed a successful blow, Wu Feng did not covet the credit. He immediately released his sword, tapped the forelimb of the Mangku Zhuha with his toe, and retreated rapidly backward!

He retreated extremely quickly, but a few drops of scalding poisonous blood still splashed onto his sleeve.

Sizzle—!

The sturdy fabric of the knight's costume was like thin paper exposed to a raging fire, instantly corroded with several charred holes, revealing the skin underneath, which was also stained with red marks.

My health dropped a little bit!

What made his pupils shrink even more was the iron-slaying sword that had pierced through the head of the withered toad.

Soaked and washed by the gushing poisonous blood, the iron sword turned dark red, softened and twisted at a speed visible to the naked eye... In just two or three breaths, it melted like a candle, turning into a pool of molten iron, which dripped onto the ground mixed with the poisonous blood, emitting even thicker white smoke.

Completely scrapped!

"How terrifyingly corrosive!" Wu Feng was horrified.

The blood of this withered toad can even corrode refined iron in a short time!

If the human body were to come into direct contact with the contaminant, the consequences would be unimaginable.

At this moment, the Mangku Zhuha went completely mad due to the excruciating pain.

It no longer tries to keep its distance, nor does it hold back its venom.

The enormous body lunged headlong toward Wu Feng's location, its gaping maw wide open, spewing out dark green poison gas as if it were free, enveloping an area of ​​several dozen feet around it!

The concentration of the toxic fumes increased sharply, and the color became a deep, almost dark green!

Even though Wu Feng retreated quickly, he was instantly engulfed by the poisonous mist at the edge.

The mask hissed under the strain, the stinging sensation on the skin intensified, and the health points plummeted like a floodgate opening, dropping at a rate of over two hundred points per second!

In the upper left corner of the field of view, the green health bar is shrinking at a clearly visible rate.

We can't delay any longer!

Wu Feng's eyes were icy as he used his lightness skill to dodge the attacks and poisonous gas spews of the Mangku Zhuha in the limited space, while his mind was focused on his backpack.

The Iron-Cutting Sword is destroyed; ordinary swords would probably be ruined if they came into contact with this beast's blood.

His gaze fell on the Broken Army Sword lying quietly in the storage compartment.

Wu Feng did not hesitate and chose the equipment.

The hand suddenly felt heavy, and the Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) was already in his grasp.

The hilt felt cold and solid to the touch, and its weight far exceeded that of the Iron-Cutting Sword. However, for Wu Feng, whose arm strength exceeded a thousand, it gave him a sense of exhilaration as his power was able to be fully unleashed.

He glanced at his health bar, which had dropped from full to less than two-thirds in just a short time, and was still declining.

The damage from the poisonous fog seems to be increasing over time; is it a toxic outburst from the dying struggle of this withered toad?

We must finish this quickly!

Wu Feng took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the burning sensation in his throat caused by the poisonous gas.

Within his body, the Pure Yang Limitless Skill was operating wildly!

Within his dantian, the golden-red pure yang vortex began to spin at an unprecedented speed. The pure and vast pure yang true energy erupted like a volcano, rushing and roaring along the meridians, and all of it poured into the Po Jun Mo Dao in his hand!

Om-!

The blade of the Mo Dao suddenly trembled!

Suddenly, a layer of scorching golden-red light shone on the dark surface of the blade, like a red-hot branding iron.

The air around the blade distorted due to the high temperature, producing a faint crackling sound.

The combination of that battlefield aura and pure Yang energy actually exuded a magnificent and righteous power to annihilate evil and cleanse filth!

Special effect: Military Spirit - Increases damage against non-humanoid monsters by 15%, now fully activated by Pure Yang True Qi!

"kill!"

Wu Feng let out a low shout, and the golden-red light in his eyes intensified.