Its whole body was filled with countless red lights, and it fell towards Zhuang Wuming's location.
The dark, emotionless cat-shaped monster, although its body was filled with violent fluctuations of energy and blood, seemed ready to explode at any moment.
But he launched an attack on Zhuang Wuming in mid-air, grabbing his head with a claw.
Zhuang Wuming's eyes were sharp, and his mind had already captured all the information about this weird cat-shaped creature.
When it was blown away by Wang Bing, a large amount of energy and blood was deposited in its body.
At this time, it is a qi-blood bomb, and the qi-blood in the body may explode at any time, blowing it into flying ash.
This blow to itself is its final blow.
Zhuang Wuming narrowed his eyes, paused, raised his foot and struck towards its abdomen.
Zhuang Wuming's movements were not fast, but his timing was very good.
There was nothing outstanding about this blow, but there was nothing wrong either. The result was that he saved his life.
boom
With a muffled sound like the collapse of a bubble, the strange creature exploded.
Countless red and black air currents swept around.
Zhuang Wuming was overwhelmed by the air current, and his expression changed slightly at the same time.
He felt cold all over, and an inexplicable force entered his body.
This power went straight to his forehead, where his thinking and talent were.
At this time, he felt a coldness rising in his talent, which complemented this cold feeling.
There was a muffled sound in his mind, and Zhuang Wuming felt a cold feeling in his mind.
My talent seems to have become a substantial existence, exuding a cold aura at any time.
Wang Bing flashed in front of Zhuang Wuming and looked at him closely, "Are you okay?"
Zhuang Wuming shook his head, "It's okay."
Although he was shocked that something seemed to be wrong with his ID talent, Zhuang Wuming didn't show it.
Wang Bing looked at Zhuang Wuming and said in a calm voice, "You come with me."
Looking at Wang Bing's solemn expression, Zhuang Wuming was thoughtful.
"I'm afraid it has something to do with the mysterious cold breath when the monster died just now."
Without refusing, Zhuang Wuming also wanted to know what went into his talent.
His talent has only evolved once, and if it changes now, it is most likely the second time.
Zhuang Wuming had a glimmer of hope in his heart. Maybe this change would bring about something unimaginable.
Following Wang Bing, Zhuang Wuming came to the experimental building of the martial arts school, which is where cultural subjects are studied.
Entering an elevator, Wang Bing took out his ID card and swiped it.
The elevator quickly started heading underground.
What surprised Zhuang Wuming was that the speed of descent had exceeded 100 meters in a short period of time.
"A large underground base? It is indeed a national behemoth."
It took them five minutes to reach the bottom and walked out of the elevator into a huge hall filled with people.
Various hurried staff are walking around the hall.
Projection screens appeared one after another in front of each machine, and the staff were doing their own things.
Wang Bing led Zhuang Wuming into the hall and walked straight towards the end of the hall.
There are several passages leading deeper.
Wang Bing looked serious and walked in a hurry, with Zhuang Wuming always following behind him.
Zhuang Wuming could sense that Wang Bing was watching him at all times.
It seems that whenever he has any problems, he will immediately take action against himself.
"When this monster dies, problems will indeed arise, otherwise this king's soldier would not be looking at me like this."
After another five minutes, they passed through the hall, entered the passage at the end, and came to a metal door.
Wang Bing quickly swiped his card and the door opened, revealing a huge container cabin inside.
Several doctors in white coats were already standing there, with alert looks in their eyes.
Two men in general uniforms stood on both sides of the door, their powerful breath locking the entire room.
Wang Bing arrived, looked at Zhuang Wuming and said, "Tan Long, the strange creature we encountered just now has an unusual origin."
"When you die, there is a high probability that you will infect the surrounding organisms. You must check it immediately."
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Wuming had a "shocked" expression on his face.
However, Wang Bing ignored his "surprise" and grabbed his arm and rushed to the container cabin.
At this time, the hatch had been opened, and in the next moment, Zhuang Wuming had been thrown into it.
Wang Bing's force was so precise that Zhuang Wuming didn't feel any shaking in his body and was already standing in the vessel cabin.
The next moment the hatch was closed, there was a crowd of people outside, and every doctor started to take action.
Zhuang Wuming looked calm, and various lights lit up in the vessel cabin.
Rays of light swept across his body and penetrated deep into his most basic genetic level.
His mind can easily feel the effects of these lights.
Some are scanning his genes, some are scanning energy, and some are even reading consciousness.
Every deep part of his body was being scanned.
His thinking has shrunk to the extreme and entered one-dimensional time and space.
Thinking becomes a pure point, hidden in the surface fluctuations of the brain.
Countless rays of light cannot detect the existence of his thoughts.
A full half an hour passed before the light scan ended.
Outside, Wang Bing and a man in a white coat stood side by side.
"It has been checked and he is not infected with the mysterious black air."
"It is a safe existence, but we have checked and found that he has reached the level of a first-level warrior."
"An eighteen-year-old first-level warrior, and it took him only three months to complete his transformation into a first-level warrior."
Wang Bing raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "Is that so? But he is very powerful. He can be promoted to the first level warrior level in a few months."
"In this era, he is an absolute genius and deserves to be cultivated."
At night, Zhuang Wuming returned to his dormitory, and a new address appeared on his student card.
That's where he will start school tomorrow, the place where elites are truly cultivated in martial arts schools.
He sat cross-legged on his bed, his mind trembling, and he directly entered a state of pure thinking.
He began to examine his talents, and something seemed to have changed.
His talent takes the form of a flat, pure circle.
It is in an illusory state, with countless mysterious illusory lines all over it.
The lines converge a little in the center to form a mysterious pattern.
It is a pattern that cannot be expressed in words. It is very beautiful and even changes every moment.
Zhuang Wuming has not understood what his talent is so far.
The mystery of talent seems to involve some fundamental rules of this infinite space.
At least for now, Zhuang Wuming still cannot analyze its existence.
But at this time, this mysterious round and flat talent is changing.