Logging 10,000 Years into the Future

Chapter 109

Chapter 109

Everyone was in a trance, and their expressions were confused.

They really couldn’t connect everything that had happened before with the thin and handsome young man in front of them.

Obviously … He was just an ordinary, gentle, lost boy.

What had happened just now?

“Level 5 Martial Artist …” The middle-aged man in the suit finally recovered from the after-effects of his spiritual power explosion.

He stared at Lu Sheng in front of him with a hideous expression, and his eyes were filled with shock.

“No, not Level 5, no Qi shield, no inner strength …”

The middle-aged man quickly shot down his own guess, and said through gritted teeth, “So, how did you do it? Tang Maolin, so this is what you’re really relying on?”

The middle-aged man looked at Tang Maolin with a “you’re good, you can try” look.

Tang Maolin was confused, and didn’t quite understand the middle-aged man’s words.

“Forget it, it doesn’t matter.” The middle-aged man took a deep breath, and his expression became calm again.

His purple eyes flashed with a demonic light, and he walked back to his original position step by step.

“Without inner strength to protect your body, you’re just a brat with a bit of strength … Under my Silver Spider Silk, your weak body will be cut open like butter. I can’t wait to hear your painful howls …”

The middle-aged man licked his lips, and his expression became more and more neurotic.

Lu Sheng’s eyes were like water, and he looked at the middle-aged man with an indifferent gaze.

“You can try.” Lu Sheng said casually.

The middle-aged man grinned, revealing his scarlet gums.

“I hope you can still be as proud later …” The next moment, the purple light in his eyes shone brightly.

In an instant, the middle-aged man’s sleeves, collar, hem of his suit, and other parts of his body suddenly shot out close to a hundred silver webs.

It was twice as much as what he had revealed before. Hundreds of silver webs pierced through the air and shot toward Lu Sheng.

From an outsider’s point of view, the middle-aged man in the suit looked like a spider demon in urban legends, about to devour a person.

Hundreds of silver webs arrived in front of Lu Sheng in an instant.

A smile bloomed on the middle-aged man’s face. He could almost foresee what would happen in the next second. The young man in front of him would be pierced through by his Silver Spider Silk, and he would become a tattered rag doll in an instant.

However, in the next second, the middle-aged man’s smile froze on his face.

Faced with hundreds of spider silks so fast that they could not be seen with the naked eye, Lu Sheng only made a simple move.

He calmly extended his right hand.

His fair and slender right palm waved gently under the sunlight, following some strange pattern. There seemed to be a black hole like vortex in his palm.

It emitted an invisible force of attraction.

The silver spider silks that shot toward Lu Sheng were all attracted by the vortex in his palm, and they all returned to Lu Sheng’s hand.

Lu Sheng … grabbed all the silver webs with his bare hands!

In the distance, Lin Zishan, who had witnessed this scene with her own eyes, suddenly trembled all over. As if she had been electrocuted, her lips trembled madly.

“Mastery Realm … Mastery Realm martial arts!”

What was Mastery?

“Anything and everything that fell under their palm was in their control.”

Lin Zishan had only heard an instructor mention it in a class back in the university. Now that she had witnessed this scene with her own eyes, this sentence popped up in her head out of nowhere.

It was as if something that should have existed in legends had suddenly appeared in front of her, alive.

How could Lin Zishan not be excited to the point of trembling? She was no different from a mortal suddenly seeing a god!

In the distance, the middle-aged man in the suit was so shocked that his voice was almost distorted.

“How is this possible?!” His eyes widened, filled with disbelief.

The strength of a spiritual master was something that surpassed that of a normal martial artist.

It was like a hot weapon to a cold weapon.*

[*as mentioned earlier, a cold weapon is something like a spear, sword, and dagger, etc. While a hot weapon is your guns, bombs, and anything that explodes.]

Lu Sheng’s current action was a scene that he could not even imagine. It was as if someone had caught a missile with their bare hands!

Beside him, Tang Maolin, the skinny old man, and the young Gu Yue were also stunned.

As spiritual masters, they felt as if their world-view was slowly collapsing. Hundreds of silver spider silk webs were caught in Lu Sheng’s hand.

Each strand was stretched taut.

The middle-aged man in the suit frantically urged his spirit power, but he felt as if there was a gigantic rock in front of him.

No matter how hard he tried to pull, it was useless.

“This is impossible! Absolutely impossible! …”

The middle-aged man in the suit muttered almost hysterically, his eyes were bloodshot, and his already strange purple eyes became even more terrifying.

But in the eyes of others, no matter how they looked, they felt … a bit of pity for him.

Creak~ creak~

The pole slender fingers slowly tightened, and Lu Sheng stared coldly at the middle-aged man with an indifferent gaze.

He fiercely pulled the silk webs caught in his palm.

The middle-aged man in the distance immediately exclaimed, and like a doll with its string pulled, he involuntarily flew towards him.

The middle-aged man in the suit waved his limbs wildly in the air.

Suddenly, he stopped and stared at Lu Sheng, his eyes revealing a strong sense of madness.

“In that case, let’s die together!”

As he spoke, a terrifying spiritual power far more powerful than before burst out from the middle-aged man’s body. There seemed to be invisible ripples spreading in the air.

Everyone in the field suddenly felt their hearts jump, as if there was a large stone suddenly pressing down on them, they felt an indescribable discomfort.

Tang Maolin’s expression changed greatly, and he anxiously shouted.

“Not good! He’s going to self-destruct his spiritual power!

If we get too close, everyone will be shocked into idiocy …”

After speaking, he gritted his teeth and rushed towards the beautiful woman and little Nannan.

Everyone underwent a drastic change in their expressions.

Although they didn’t know what it meant to self-destruct their spiritual power, looking at Tang Maolin’s maddened expression, they knew it was definitely not something simple.

Lin Zishan struggled to crawl back, but Zheng Dandan’s face was pale as she shouted: “Lu Sheng … Lu Sheng, what do we do?”

In a moment, everyone responded and frantically retreated.

Only Lu Sheng, who was at the eye of this storm, didn’t move.

He looked at the middle-aged man in the suit, who was getting closer and closer to him, and his face revealed a trace of deep pity.

“I have to say, your spiritual power is truly … pitifully weak.” Lu Sheng said softly.

The next second, the middle-aged man’s twisted smile froze.

Next, a vision rose in front of everyone’s eyes … everyone saw the vision of a golden sun was rising up.

The afternoon sun passed through the gaps between the valleys and sprinkled on the small village. If one looked directly at the sun, it would be a bit dazzling.

But at this time, the sun was not even a fraction of the light that bloomed from Lu Sheng’s body.

In a sense, Lu Sheng was still the same Lu Sheng. Standing in the same place, he was no different from before. But he gave off people an incomparably “dazzling” feeling.

As if he had turned into a golden sun, endless golden light was released from his body. This feeling did not exist on the visual level, but on the spiritual level.

Under this almost endless golden light, the middle-aged man’s spiritual power was like snow under the sun. It was drowned out in an instant. It melted and disappeared into nothingness …

Lu Sheng’s pitch-black eyes were burning with golden light.