Holy Ruin

Chapter 23 - The Inhuman

Zuo Jun grunted, his body was spasming, but at the same time, it was also expanding violently, and at the critical moment, his shape changed drastically, and he resisted this blow.

    Even so, he was all over the place, his back looked like it had exploded, leaving behind greenish purple footprints, and blood continued to drip from the corners of his mouth.

    With a boom, Zuo Jun rolled over, finally getting rid of Chu Feng, and leapt straight up, the ground lightly trembled, and there was an earth-shaking aura.

    Chu Feng sucked in a mouthful of cool air, was this still a person, how could this change occur in the shortest time?

    At this time, Zuo Jun's body dramatically changed, his height from more than one metre seven, straight up to about two metres eight metres, his clothes were tattered and turned into cloth, hanging on his body.

    Naked body, into the earth yellow colour, there is a layer of Meng Meng yellow fog around him.

    This torso was very strong, muscles bulging, full of explosive power, how could a flesh and blood person change greatly in such a short period of time?

    His weight was now at the very least five to six hundred pounds or more, his tendon flesh was like that of a gnarled dragon, flowing and lustrous, masculine, strong, with a powerful visual impact.

    Obviously, he possessed unimaginable explosive power.

    In such an instant, it bulged, what kind of reasoning was that? Chu Feng could not figure it out.

    "Chu Feng, I admit to having gone astray, but, you shouldn't have challenged an Inhuman!" Zuo Jun's voice was low and echoed like muffled thunder in the courtyard.

    There was a thud, and when he took a step, the ground shook slightly, clearly possessing tremendous strength.

    With a boom, although he was big, his speed was not considered slow, with a single step he leapt up, several metres away, and arrived directly in front of him, his palm was as big as a bushel fan, splitting his head, and fanned towards Chu Feng's head.

    If it was an ordinary person, if they were slapped by him, it was estimated that their entire head would have to break and fly out.

    He was moved with true anger, regardless of the consequences, he just wanted to trample Chu Feng under his feet, the experience he had just had made him feel incomparably humiliated, he needed to vent it out, he needed to wash away the shame.

    Chu Feng's hundred metre distance only took two and a half metres, how fast was his speed, he stepped sideways, avoiding this huge palm, and swung his fist at Zuo Jun's waist and abdomen.

    Because, he didn't understand how heavy the other party's fist was, how much force it had, and avoided the front first.

    Zuo Jun was very conceited and did not dodge, his waist and abdomen tensed, preparing to receive this punch hard, while at the same time once again probing out his large hand, grabbing towards Chu Feng, wanting to clutch him in his hands.

    There was a thud, like the beating of a drum, with a loud sound, Chu Feng felt his fist slightly numb, while Zuo Jun stumbled, taking several large steps backwards one after another.

    His face was slightly pained, how could he not have thought that after transforming into this kind of form, there was actually pain in his abdomen, how much force did that person have to have?

    One must know that he was now in a special state, almost mythical, in ancient times, this would be considered a top-tier powerhouse in the martial arts.