131: Chapter 131 Why does Brother Ming have clothes to wear?

Three thousand Obsidian Giants arrived one after another from various directions.

The ground trembled.

The sound of footsteps was like muffled thunder exploding.

Su Ming looked up for a moment.

He immediately regretted it.

He almost couldn't keep a straight face.

The thirty-two-meter-tall Obsidian Giants, covered in black rock patterns, looked truly fierce, but the view below their waists...

Was indescribable.

The warriors' Fourth Realm armor had been completely blown apart.

Most of them were left with only shreds of cloth hanging around their waists.

The parts that weren't covered were more numerous than the parts that were.

Ghost Blade had torn off an entire skin from a Grey-Spined Lizard.

He folded it in half and wrapped it around his waist.

He used a lizard leg bone as a rope to tie it, but when the wind blew, the animal skin fluttered up...

Exposing what was underneath.

Even more outrageous was a recruit in the back row who had tied two thick tree branches together across his waist to serve as a loincloth.

When the wind blew...

It swung back and forth.

Rubbing repeatedly.

The hideous sight was vaguely visible.

One of the recruits had it the worst.

Finding nothing else, he simply grabbed a handful of wild grass and clutched it over his crotch, pressing down hard with both hands as he shuffled along.

Others just hung a few leaves.

It was everywhere!

Ye Qingluan was much more refined than this bunch of rough men.

She had woven a thick grass skirt out of vines, and the heavy burdens on her chest were tightly wrapped with a whole piece of animal skin.

It was barely passable.

The three thousand Obsidian Giants finished forming their ranks.

From afar...

They looked majestic, blotting out the sky and sun, like divine soldiers descended from heaven.

Up close...

Grass skirts, animal skins, tree branches, wild grass, bone ropes—a motley collection, looking just like a group of savages who had run out of a primitive tribe.

He stood in front of the three thousand Obsidian Giants.

He was as small as an ant.

Su Ming expressionlessly averted his gaze.

But...

He couldn't look away!

It was everywhere!

Especially from his perspective, looking from bottom to top, it was all laid bare!

He saw everything!

It was all hideous and terrifying!

—Eight Wastelands Mountain-Suppressing Aspect, activate!

"Boom!"

Black rock patterns spread from the soles of his feet across his entire body.

Bones stretched.

Muscles reorganized.

His physique expanded rapidly...

Ten meters!

Twenty meters!

Thirty meters!

It didn't stop growing until thirty-six meters!

'Scarlet Dancer' synchronized and covered him.

The adaptability of the living Materials was displayed to the fullest at this moment.

The fabric fibers automatically stretched.

The dark red coating scaled proportionally along his muscle lines, fitting every inch seamlessly.

The combat suit was intact.

The lines were smooth.

The shoulder armor plates gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

The scene was dead silent.

Three thousand pairs of large eyes stared at him in unison.

Then...

"Holy shit! Why?!!"

Ghost Blade widened his eyes.

"Why does Brother Ming get clothes to wear?!!"

"And a full set at that!"

"He even has pants!"

"We're wearing animal skins and leaves, and he's in a full combat suit? Is it reasonable to be this handsome?!!"

Three thousand people erupted in chaos.

Their eyes were glued to him, filled with jealousy.

"Look at Brother Ming! Then look at us!"

"The gap is too big..."

"He looks like a war god descended, we look like barbarians on a campaign! If this look gets back to Pingan City, I'll be socially dead for a lifetime..."

Renault tugged at the animal skin around his waist.

The rock patterns covered most of his body, but the coverage on his critical areas was truly concerning.

He sighed.

"After this battle, the first thing I'm doing is buying a pair of XXXXXXXXXL underwear."

Su Ming ignored the wailing of this group.

He looked at the lieyuan spear in his hand.

The 2.3-meter spear body.

In his 36-meter giant form, this spear was as thin as a toothpick.

Fight with it?

It was even too short to scratch an itch.

Su Ming spread his five fingers.

—Thousand-Illusion Nuo Master · Void Creation!

"Hum!"

The air rippled.

A magnified version of the lieyuan spear condensed and formed in his palm.

A 43-meter-long giant spear body.

Pitch black all over.

The spear tip had a tri-edged structure, with dark red micro-light faintly glowing along the edges.

Su Ming stuffed the main body of the lieyuan spear into the interior of the giant spear.

The shell of Void Creation, the core of the lieyuan spear.

The two combined.

The spear body emitted waves of faint humming.

Su Ming held the spear with one hand.

He propped the end of the spear on the ground.

"Bang!"

The ground collapsed in a circle.

It felt right.

The weight, the length, the feel, everything was right, identical to the real lieyuan spear.

Ghost Blade hung his mouth open, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.

What kind of godly method was this!

Why was the gap so huge!

A new wave of noise erupted from the formation.

"Holy shit!! He has a spear too?!!"

"Can he be any more outrageous?!!"

"What a huge one! Getting poked by that would make you cry for a long time!"

"Brother Ming is just something else, everything about him is big, even his spear is bigger and longer than everyone else's!"

Su Ming raised the abyssal rift great spear.

The spear tip pointed toward the depths of the wasteland.

"Full speed ahead, target Ruined City No. 091."

He paused.

"Slaughter the city."

The whole place went quiet for a good while.

Such a niche term.

Then someone reacted.

"Wait..."

"Slaughter the city?"

"What does slaughter the city mean?"

"Literally, kill all the beasts in the entire ruined city."

"Holy shit, I can actually do this in my lifetime?!!"

"History will remember us! Even though we aren't wearing pants..."

Three thousand Obsidian Giants wearing animal skins and grass skirts all had their eyes light up.

Excitement.

Pure excitement.

It was the instinctive thrill of a hunter hearing the coordinates of a hunting ground.

With Brother Ming's spiritual blessing, what was their current combat power?

32-meter Obsidian Giants.

Strength over 30,000.

Crushing beasts with one punch.

Ghost Blade was the first to howl.

"We're the first to do something like this, right? Humans actively attacking a city occupied by beasts? Unprecedented!"

"Who said it's the first time?" Qin Tian spoke up out of the blue.

"Huh?"

Qin Tian gestured toward Su Ming.

"Ruined City No. 091 has been cleared once before."

"Who?"

"Don't tell me..."

The crowd paused.

They looked up at Su Ming.

Su Ming's expression didn't change. Carrying the magnified lieyuan spear, he stepped forward.

Qin Tian calmly finished his sentence.

"During the Wilderness Suppression Bureau reserve Pressure Test, he wiped out Ruined City No. 091 from beginning to end all by himself."

The crowd paused.

"Reserve?"

"That reserve Pressure Test? The one where you just have to survive for three days to pass?"

"He cleared a whole city by himself?"

"What realm was he in then?"

"First Realm."

Qin Tian's voice sounded like he was reading an obituary.

"Fi... First Realm?!!"

Three thousand rough men in grass skirts collectively lost their voices.

First Realm.

One person.

Slaughtering a city!

They turned their heads to look at the dark red figure in front.

This guy had been a monster from the very beginning!

Su Ming couldn't be bothered to explain.

To him, Ruined City No. 091 was just an efficient farming spot.

It had no other meaning.

Back then, he had killed until he was exhausted.

Now, he had brought three thousand people.

The efficiency would increase dozens of times.

He was only calculating one thing in his heart...

refinement points.

The density of beasts within a fifty-kilometer radius was too low.

Ruined City No. 091 was different.

The city's building complex was a natural nest for beasts; high density, mixed species, and low-tier beasts clustered together.

Clearing one city.

Guaranteed five or six thousand refinement points.

Enough to do a lot of things.

"Keep up."

Seventy kilometers.

Full speed ahead, less than fifteen minutes.

On the distant horizon, the outlines of buildings gradually emerged.

Ruined City No. 091 was even more dilapidated than in his memory.

Most of the buildings had collapsed.

The streets were covered in vines and vegetation, and a few remaining high-rise buildings stood crookedly there like rotten teeth.

Magnetic Sensing spread out.

The biological signals of the beasts were clear at a glance.

The entire city had turned into a modern steel forest for beasts.

Su Ming curled the corner of his mouth.

A bloodthirsty arc appeared.

He held the spear with one hand.

Pointing directly at the ruined city.

The dark red micro-light on the spear tip was stretched into a striking red line.

"Scatter."

"Surround the city."

Three thousand people split up instantly.

Three squads per group.

Nearly three hundred combat units spread out in a ring, completely surrounding Ruined City No. 091.

"Advance inward gradually."

"Gather at the ruins plaza."

"Before dark, I don't want to see a single red dot on the satellite map."

"Yes!!!"

In the channel, three thousand people responded in unison.