High-level martial arts: Starting with a heart of steel, stats crush everything.

Zhu Long's goal was not to kill anyone, but to buy Chen Mo and the others as much time as possible.

If he wanted to, he could kill this level 10 Abyss Warrior in thirty seconds by simply crushing his pulse core.

Once a level nine martial artist successfully condenses a pulse core and transforms from an iron-gold body into a golden body, he becomes extremely difficult to kill.

Unless its core is crushed, it cannot be killed by any wound other than decapitation or heart-ripping.

However, this only applies to ordinary martial artists. For a genius like Zhu Long, crushing his pulse core is not difficult.

However, Zhu Long did not kill the level 10 Abyss Warrior immediately; instead, he became entangled with him.

"Hurry up, I'm afraid I might accidentally kill him if I don't stop..."

Zhu Long's current physical strength is much more robust than his Golden Body. The attack from that level 10 martial artist only sparks when it hits him, and it can't hurt him at all.

...

Inside the medicinal herb farm, Chen Mo and his group had already stuffed 80% of the medicinal herbs into sacks.

They glanced at the sack in their hands that was about to explode, and then at the remaining 20% ​​of the medicinal herbs; they were all somewhat unwilling to give up.

"What to do? The sack is too small!"

Gu Feng was so anxious that he kept scratching his head. Several thousand credits were right in front of him, but he couldn't take them away. This feeling was extremely painful.

But Chen Mo, who was standing to the side, did not say anything. Instead, he put down the Phoenix Beak Dragon Tooth Halberd and began to pull out the medicinal herbs with his hands.

"Chen Mo, there's nowhere to put it back in even if you pull it out..."

Gu Feng stopped talking halfway through his sentence when he saw Chen Mo stuffing handfuls of medicinal herbs into his pockets.

"Yeah, I still have my pants pockets!"

After seeing what Chen Mo did, Gu Feng and the others followed suit, but their pockets weren't big enough to carry much.

Even with his pockets stuffed full, he still had nearly 15% of the medicinal herbs left untouched.

Chen Mo remained silent. He picked up two straw ropes, tied them around his trouser legs, and began stuffing medicinal herbs into his pants after unbuckling his belt.

"..."

Gu Feng and the others fell silent for a moment, finding it hard to bring themselves to do it.

Can the medicinal herbs stuffed into my crotch still be used?

"What are you waiting for? Picking just one more herb will earn you more credits, hurry up!"

Chen Mo noticed that the group was standing there in a daze, and shouted at them with some confusion.

"Damn it, who cares if it works or not, let's just take it with us!"

Gu Feng gritted his teeth, picked up two straw ropes and tied them tightly around his trouser legs. He then pulled down his waistband and began stuffing medicinal herbs into his pants.

Yang Zuo followed suit, and now he has completely lost the restraint of the Celestial Race, doing such things without any burden.

The only one who hesitated was Ma Wanglin, but she still gritted her teeth and unbuckled her belt.

A few minutes later, the group, whose crotches were stuffed with medicinal herbs, looked at the last remaining patch of medicinal herbs and sighed.

"There's no other way..." Chen Mo shook his head. It seemed that he couldn't take the medicinal herbs from this last plot of medicinal field with him.

"Yes, we've already gained quite a bit; we estimate we can earn around two thousand credits!"

Gu Feng was quite satisfied with his gains this time, except for his somewhat disheveled appearance...

"If we can't take it with us, we can't leave it for them. Let's eat it!"

Chen Mo gritted his teeth. He knew that eating unprocessed herbs would have certain side effects, but leaving these herbs here made him feel worse than any side effects.

"Huh...?" Before Gu Feng and the others could react, Chen Mo had already shoved the unfamiliar medicinal herb into his mouth.

"Damn! Let's eat!"

Gu Feng gritted his teeth. So what if it's a side effect? ​​He'd just do it!

And so, the group went from being bulldozers to being land devourers.

This truly embodies the principle of "I'll even take a bite of the grass."

A few minutes later, the group, who were almost full, finally emptied the herb farm and, under He Miao's cover, successfully escaped the area.

Seeing that the group had successfully left, Zhu Long punched the level 10 martial artist in the chest and then ran away.

His punch didn't kill the level 10 Abyss Warrior, but it basically crippled him.

Spare his life and let him take back the news that there was a traitor within Black Cloud City, so he can thoroughly disgust Black Cloud City!

Apart from the level 10 martial artist who survived, all the Abyss martial artists in the entire herb farm died under Zhu Long's iron fist.

Blood flowed everywhere, and even the level 10 Abyss Warrior lay on the ground, spitting out blood.

Half an hour after Chen Mo and the others left, a figure dressed in black armor descended from the sky and landed in the medicinal herb farm.

Looking at the devastation around him and the ravaged medicinal field, his violent blood and qi erupted instantly.

"You beasts of the Land of Glory, I'll slaughter you all!!!"

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency..." The level 10 Abyss warrior, who was spitting blood, saw the arrival of the Venerable One from Black Cloud City and, disregarding his injuries, forced himself to get up.

"Damn, there's a mole within Black Cloud City, and the location of the herb farm is where that mole is..."

Before the level 10 Abyss Warrior could finish speaking, he exploded instantly.

"Useless! Can't even protect a small herb farm, letting those brats from the Land of Glory ruin it like this!"

"Black Cloud City has been silent for too long, and the brats of Glory Land have forgotten what pain is."

But as soon as he said those words, he thought of the Venerable Ones of the Land of Glory.

The Venerables of the Land of Glory are all too powerful; Black Cloud City alone cannot defeat them.

There will only be a chance if the city lord unites with the other major cities.

"Wait a minute, wait for the right moment. I'll make you little brats pay the price you deserve..."

...

Eighty kilometers away from the medicinal herb farm, Chen Mo and his group, who had been running at full speed, finally stopped.

"Are you guys acting a little strange?"

Only then did Zhu Long have time to observe Chen Mo and the others. The terrifying aura they had just exuded was clearly that of a Grandmaster-level expert.

If they had run any slower, they would probably have been smashed into mincemeat by now.

"Hmm?" Chen Mo looked up, feeling hot all over and dizzy.

"Something's not quite right, but it's nothing serious..."

"No, I find it annoying. Haven't you noticed your head is swollen to the width of your shoulders?"

The tough guy Zhu Long looked terrified; it was the first time he had ever seen a person's head swollen to such a size.

Not only Chen Mo, but also Gu Feng, Yang Zuo, and Ma Wanglin's heads were swollen to the width of their shoulders.

"It's nothing serious, probably just a side effect of taking those herbs directly."

Wiping the drool from his mouth, Gu Feng's eyes were so swollen he couldn't open them.

"You just ate those unprocessed medicinal herbs?!"

Zhu Long's heart skipped a beat; these kids were even more reckless than he had imagined.

"Quickly, quickly, go back and have the people at the pharmacy check on you. Don't let it cause any harm!"

"I feel like it's nothing serious, just that I have a lot of blood and energy in my body, so much so that it feels bloated..."

Chen Mo was right; he was actually spitting out blood and qi with every breath he took.

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up, or you'll all explode from the effects of the drugs!"