Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar - Chapter 305 - 142: That’s Not a Boss? That’s a Player!
The severed arm was still burning fiercely, and the right thigh had vanished without a trace, leaving it barely able to stand, supported only by those eerie tentacles.
And where on earth had the head of the ancient god gone?
Ron’s mind was a complete blank.
He found it hard to believe that a player, whom he had just assumed was doomed, was now beating down the resurrected ancient god?
The resurrected ancient god had lost an arm to him!
Lost a leg to him!
Even lost its head to him!
Oh my God!
Did such a terrifying monster really exist?
While Ron was doubting his life, the buzz-cut black man beside him murmured to himself, delivering another mental strike.
“The highest level for players entering this dungeon shouldn’t exceed A-level. Yet that Shen Zhou person, transformed into a demon dragon, is beating an S- level BOSS with A-level strength? It’s simply unbelievable…”
“Pfft…”
Ron’s heart was racing with fury, causing a trickle of blood to escape from his mouth.
Comparing oneself to others can lead to despair.
Always proud and considering himself a high-level player, Ron had completely lost his composure when witnessing Lu Wenwu obliterate the divine corpse.
Previously, he had been proud of cultivating a [Foundation] level cultivation technique, feeling superior for being able to defeat bosses of the same level.
With high skill proficiency and good equipment, he viewed everyone else as mere stepping stones.
He even looked down on those well-known S-tier players, believing he would surpass them sooner or later.
His goal was Ascension to Divinity!
Yet today, seeing Lu Wenwu crossing major realms to dominate the divine corpse, Ron was completely overwhelmed.
His efforts seemed insignificant compared to others’ achievements!
Taking advantage of no one noticing, Ron discreetly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and retrieved his fine gold cross.
He silently made a decision in his heart to never mention his ID again until he truly set foot on the legendary Ascension to Divinity Ladder.
The ancient wisdom of the Divine Continent does not deceive.
Previously, I was like a fool observing the sky from the bottom of a well, now realizing there are always greater people and broader skies.
Hmm…
If Ron knew his cultivation technique was only at the same level as Mao Mao’s,
And that Lu Wenwu wasn’t just crossing one major tier to beat the BOSS but two…
Who knows if he’d cough up three liters of blood and collapse on the spot?
Unaware of how this battle shattered a proud genius’s Dao Heart, Lu Wenwu continued to fight the divine corpse, teaching him the meaning of “humility.”
Now, he had successfully dismantled one arm and one leg of the divine corpse, burning away its tentacles and flesh.
But continuing the fight, Lu Wenwu suddenly realized that he didn’t have a good way to deal with the opponent.
The bones of the divine corpse, tainted and corrupted, were too hard.
If not for the residual cracks to exploit, it would be difficult to damage those black bones.
And if the bones weren’t destroyed, the tentacles would quickly repair the damaged areas, using its own body to replace the missing flesh.
How long would it go on like this?
Lu Wenwu indeed craved punch-for-punch combat, but if this evolved into a protracted struggle, he’d start to feel disgusted.
Just like facing Gui Wushou, with its unrivaled defense in the Dragon Palace.
Where he clearly won but had to spend time grinding down the opponent, like prolonging a chess game to the very last piece instead of declaring a draw or loss, wasting time.
It was too torturous.
In mid-air, Lu Wenwu retreated explosively, deciding to resolve this trouble in one stroke.
Continuing to fight would be utterly dull; it was time to end it all.
Come, let this divine corpse, composed of tentacle monsters, witness our friendship and bonds!
Come forth, God of Knowledge, Xiaopang Cat!
