Lu Yuanming knew he was powerful now, but he had not expected to be this powerful.
Facing ordinary humans without heavy weaponry, numbers were of no significance to him. With a three-meter body and armored protection, he could sprint a hundred meters in about three seconds. His arms could exert a force of more than ten tons. He was a human tank, yet more agile and faster than any tank. Ordinary humans would die upon contact and be injured by just a graze. No matter the formation or fortification, all he had to do was charge straight ahead.
And as for facing Transcendents of the Order… to be blunt, fighting them felt like child's play.
Lu Yuanming looked at the half-human, half-monster he was holding in his hand. This creature still retained human consciousness, at least to the extent that, when faced with the threat of death, it spewed a flurry of words from its mouth, all begging for mercy, showing none of the monstrous brutality.
