Level Up in Martial World

Swiftly manoeuvring, Lu Zhen used his thick, purplish arm to attack the man.

However, this time, a knife came at him silently.

Lu Zhen\'s eyes narrowed as he dodged the attack and backed away, carefully observing his surroundings.

There were six second-stage martial artists surrounding him. One used a fist technique, another was a swordsman, while the others wielded a mace, a knife, an assassin, and a bow user in the distance.

Although the bow user might not have attacked him until now, Lu Zhen could feel the terrifying aura. The assassin was well-hidden, but it was useless against Lu Zhen\'s mental energy.

"Give up, Lu Zhen, and die quietly," the swordsman, who seemed to be the leader, said with an apathetic expression on his face.

Lu Zhen was amused when he heard this.

"Do you really think you six alone could kill me?" A mad laughter resounded as Lu Zhen laughed like a maniac.

Kahahhahah!

"This…" the man was speechless; however, his eyes widened as his survival instinct screamed at him.

Without looking, he dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding Lu Zhen\'s punch.

Psh!

An arrow came directly at the back of Lu Zhen silently. However, this time he remained unmoving even when the arrow came directly for his head.

The air was torn as the arrow moved silently; however, the strange thing was that there was no sound.

As the arrow was about to connect with Lu Zhen\'s head, suddenly two arms popped up from his shoulders. Then, two arms popped up from Lu Zhen\'s shoulders as well, and the two arms effortlessly caught the arrow while he sprinted forward, reaching and grabbing thin air with one hand and launching punches after punches.

The man grunted as blood spread on the ground, staining it blood red but the body was nowhere to be seen making it seem like he was punching air. However, Lu Zhen couldn\'t care less and punched again.

This, however, wasn\'t nearly enough for the man to die, causing a frown to appear on Lu Zhen\'s face.

Almost instantly, Lu Zhen chose the best option available to him. A sneer formed as he casually caught the sword that swung at him from behind with his four hands.

His right arm enlarged as demonic Qi surged through it, making his arms even thicker while veins popped all over his hand.

Boom!

As Lu Zhen\'s demonic arms punched the air, his hand passed through what seemed to be thin air and disappeared before coming back with a beating heart.

Finally, the man was revealed, wearing bluish ninja clothes. The man tried to flail around; however, against Lu Zhen\'s strength, he was no match. He was like a helpless chicken that would be killed but not eaten. So he was a useless chicken!

Lu Zhen brutally threw the man to the ground, his eyes devoid of any significant emotion.

The man\'s breathing became ragged as his vision slowly dimmed on the ground with multiple fractures in his bones, and his body was in a strange shape due to the sheer force with which Lu Zhen threw his body. He could still see his beating heart in front of him in Lu Zhen\'s hands, while Lu Zhen had a cold expression on his face, replacing his maddened one.

Plop!

Lu Zhen tightened his fist, causing the heart to burst and creating a fountain of blood that died down soon after.

"You…" the swordsman\'s eyes became bloodshot when he saw this. Although the fight might have seemed long, it happened in the blink of an eye. The higher the realm of the martial artist, the faster they could fight, becoming battles with split-second decisions.

Although martial artists are like cockroaches, even cockroaches will die if their hearts are destroyed and their bodies are deformed to the point of being unrecognisable.

Although that might not be the case for higher realm martial artists, for second-stage martial artists, it was enough for them to die.

"Bastard." He was about to charge at Lu Zhen; however, he was stopped by the mace man.

"Brother, calm yourself; you will only feed yourself to that little monster if you do."

Although the swordsman was angry, the instant he heard this, he calmed down and nodded his head, feeling a shiver run down his spine.

"I took my role too seriously, although I am the strongest. How could I sacrifice my life just for the sake of that little runt…" an expressionless expression appeared on the swordsman\'s face as if he was deeply mourning for the fallen assassin.

Seeing this, all the grand elders of the Xia family were moved. After all, the swordsman was the biggest among them and also the strongest.

Lu Zhen just amusingly watched all this drama unfold in front of him without a single bit of movement.

"Why didn\'t you attack us, young m… litt… big monster," the swordsman said confusingly as he looked at the unmoving position of Lu Zhen, the hulking figure of purplish ten feet (304 cm) and four arms like an Ashura.

"Well, this charade is over after all…" Lu Zhen said as he revealed his canine teeth with a mysterious expression.

"What do you mean…" Suddenly, a middle-aged man materialised in front of the Xia family grand elders and bowed.

"Grand elders, the army has arrived," the middle-aged man said with visible nervousness as he looked at the purple devil who resembled an Ashura.

Hearing this, the swordsman laughed and said to Lu Zhen with disdain in his gaze.

"You are right; the battle is over," a sneer formed on his face as he laughed. However, Lu Zhen\'s eyes held ridicule as he watched the man laugh like a fool, as if he were seeing a zoo animal.