High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late Chapter 298 - 252: Withered Branch as Weapon, Sweeping the B

The warhamr swung down, breaking through the air, with a gale sweeping across.

Su Mu’s breathing beca increasingly rapid, and a trace of madness quietly appeared in his eyes.

He was already 33 years old this year, and because his Qi and blood never surpassed 150 kilocalories, he was still unable to beco a Martial Artist. It didn’t matter — it was a lousy life anyway.

Facing death, even if he had to use his teeth, he had to bite off a layer of skin from the alien in front of him!

Give it his all!

Su Mu decisively abandoned the saber that he couldn’t lift and groped for a thumb-thick withered branch, trying his best to swing it.

...

"This... how is this possible!"

The alien with a thin mbrane of Qi and blood holding a warhamr froze with a grin on his face, pupils constricting. He sensed an extre danger from the ant-like ordinary human who couldn’t lift a saber in front of him.

The withered branch this ant wielded instantly seed like a supre divine soldier glinting with a cold light, faintly resonating with the sound of surging waves.

He faintly felt a terrifying sharpness within it.

Could it be...

The alien exclaid.

He smashed the warhamr down forcefully, but it veered off at the last mont.

Boom!

Amid the dust, Su Mu’s pupils shrank tight, watching as the ferocious warhamr grazed his cheek and smashed into the ground, leaving a large soil pit.

anwhile, a bloodline unknowingly appeared on the neck of the alien who originally smiled hideously. His body froze, and blue blood beads rolled off the withered branch that Su Mu randomly waved.

The next second.

A burst of blood light appeared, and dark blood spurted out.

Scalding blood poured all over Su Mu.

Su Mu thought he’d be terrified, but he fell into an eerie calmness at the mont he was bathed in blood, as if everything had happened countless tis just recently.

Boom!

Another loud crash sounded, and the body of a Fourth Level Alien Race fell heavily to the ground, laying right next to Su Mu.

Su Mu glanced at the alien corpse that died with eyes wide open, a re step away from him, but looked indifferent as if it was a commonplace sight.

He stood up from the soil pit, his eyes flickering with disbelief. He looked down at the withered branch in his hand, falling into deep thought.

Just now, in his blank mind, several giant waves appeared, and he involuntarily emulated them by swinging his withered branch.

As a result, an ordinary person like him who isn’t a Martial Artist actually killed a Fourth Level Alien Race who mastered Qi Blood Emission?

"Wait... Qi Blood Emission, how did I even know this?"

Su Mu grew more perplexed, as a term he had never encountered, so foreign, rolled naturally off his tongue.

The wound on his face cut by the warhamr sent a sharp pain. Su Mu reached out to wipe the sticky, nauseating alien blood off his face and was then stunned.

He reached for his cheek but couldn’t find the wound.

"What... what’s going on here?"

The midday sunlight poured down, a bit glaring. Su Mu slightly lifted his head and, in a daze, saw strands of light coming from all directions floating into his body. He stepped back subconsciously, unable to dodge. The light that entered his body felt cool.

Soon, Su Mu’s eyes widened, discovering that his injuries were healing at a visibly rapid pace, and a new strength continuously surged from his previously exhausted body.

"This light... what is it?"

The bizarre occurrences left Su Mu completely bewildered, his mind blank, struggling to make sense of it all.

Taking a few deep breaths, Su Mu slightly cald his feelings, turned around with eyes full of sadness.

This place seed like an Alien Race Battlefield, and as an ordinary person, he probably couldn’t carry out the bodies of Zhou Yuan and Little One. So, he intended to use the withered branch in his hand to dig a pit for them.

Hmm?!

With a wave of the withered branch, the ground instantly opened up into a several-ter-long, nearly one-ter-deep pit. Su Mu stood dazed, once again shocked by the strange power he wielded.

"Could I be dreaming?"

Su Mu pinched his side, the sharp pain indicating it wasn’t a dream.

After dragging Zhou Yuan and Little One’s bodies into the pit, he filled it with earth.

"Rest in peace..."

Not erecting a monunt to avoid attracting attention and possibly revenge, Su Mu’s gaze then fell on the dead alien, stripping off the leather armor made from Fierce Beast Hide and putting it on himself.

Scanning around, Su Mu found battlefield weapons used by Martial Artists, each exceeding a hundred pounds, utterly unfeasible for an ordinary person like him, so he decided to stick with the withered branch as his weapon.

Descending the mountain, Su Mu hoped to find other humans, but luck wasn’t on his side.

Three wolf-shaped Fierce Beasts cornered Su Mu, advancing step by step, their eyes gleaming with terrifying ferocity.

The next second.

The three wolves attacked from three directions, claws bared, at a distance of rely dozens of ters, Su Mu already could sll their foul breath.

Bronze head, iron bones, tofu waist.

Su Mu silently recited, knowing escape was impossible. Thus, clinging to the lifeline-like withered branch, he continuously swung it, mimicking the waves in his mind.

With each swing, the waves in Su Mu’s mind grew clearer.

At one mont, these words spilled from his mouth: First Form of Surging Waves Saber Technique · Riding the Wind!

When he snapped back to reality.

The three wolf-shaped Fierce Beasts were already lying dead in a pool of blood.

Although weird events were not first-ti occurrences, this ti, disbelief shone through Su Mu’s eyes once more.