The Supreme God of Martial Arts

After killing the middle-aged man, Austin launched his bodily movement skill and continued to run through the Heavy Gas area.

The area covered a distance of about ten thousand meters, and Austin had already crossed more than three thousand meters.

He still had about two-thirds of the way to go!

Austin soon realized that the deeper he got to the area of the Heavy Gas, the thicker the Heavy Gas became, and the more it

exerted pressure on the passers-by.

As a result, Austin's speed reduced as the almost impassable gas and pressure pinned on his body.

Fortunately, his great physical strength and fitness did not render him immobile. In fact, he seemed unaffected severely, and

although his speed had slowed down a bit, he could still move fast.

Soon he had covered five kilometers, then six kilometers...

He rushed with long strides and high speed, getting deeper and deeper into the Heavy Gas area.

When Austin passed those who had started before him and were moving at a much slower pace like turtles, the cultivators were

mesmerized at his speed and couldn't help but stop and stare at his back.

"Look, someone can run in this place!" someone shouted, his voice laced with shock.

"What a weirdo!"

"That guy seems to be Austin," another man uttered as he recognized the young man.

"Indeed, he does look like Austin."

The men who recognized Austin were cultivators from the Heavenly Dragon Holy Kingdom.

They were so engrossed that they could only manage to mutter a few words to express their internal shock. Eventually, once they

recovered from the utter surprise, they continued and concentrated on their own way.

No one tried to interfere with Austin anymore.

The Heavy Gas was growing thick and making things unbearable.

With no energy to spare, the cultivators had to focus and devote all their energy in dealing with the pressure.

Gradually, Austin found that the number of cultivators ahead was dwindling.

When he first entered the area, he could see thousands of them at a glance.

After six or seven kilometers, he could see only a few hundred left.

The people who could get there quickly had high cultivation base and powerful strength.

Most of them were at the Astral Realm while swere at the Master Realm.

Moreover, Austin saw that in the last two or three kilometers, many of them pulled out kinds of magic treasures to resist the

pressure of the Heavy Gas.

After all, the Heavy Gas in that place and area ahead was so strong that it was a little frightening and hard to handle with the

human body and vital energy force alone.

Only those who were extraordinarily strong could move forward without magic treasures.

Ordinary cultivators—and even those at the Astral Realm—chose to rely on their magic treasures to fend against the dominant

pressure.

Most of those magic treasures were divine weapons, including low grade, medium grade, and top grade ones.

Moreover, Austin even noticed that sof the cultivators with unusual backgrounds used holy weapons to resist the Heavy Gas.

Holy weapons were of a higher level than divine weapons.

Their power was undeniably horrifying, far higher than that of divine weapons.

The greater resistance of the holy weapons against the Heavy Gas allowed their users to advance quickly. They trotted along,

seemingly unaffected by the immense pressure exerting on their body.

Austin, who had never been exposed to such a high-grade magic treasure, looked at them with his eyes gleaming with envy.

"Wow, when am | going to have a holy weapon?" he murmured admiringly.

Finally, Austin just had one last kilometer left to get through the entire Heavy Gas!

Of course, the Heavy Gas in that last section was the strongest and densest in the whole Heavy Gas region.

It was already visible to the naked eye as its wisps of earthy yellow color scattered everywhere, floating and moving in the air.

As soon as cultivators passed by, those dense masses of Heavy Gas rushed towards them, squeezing their bodies.

Even Austin had to slow down as he reached the area.

He halted sprinting and instead trotted forward.

He also witnessed a dozen weak cultivators at the Master Realm being crushed by the earthy yellow Heavy Gas.

"Oh, no, help!

| don't want to die here! | managed to walk all the way here. Help!" cried a cultivator at the preliminary stage of Master Realm.

He exalted grace in his magnificent silver armor, which was a medium-grade divine weapon.

However, even with that weapon, coupled with his cultivation base, he totally failed to withstand the crushing force of the Heavy

Gas. Seconds later, he was squished to death on the spot.

"Damn, | can't stand it. Oh, help! Heroes, if anyone comes to save me, | would serve and please him forever!"

A woman at the medium stage of Master Realm, unable to withstand the pressure of the Heavy Gas, cried for help.

Unfortunately, she was about thirty years old, pockmarked, and rather stout. She was not exactly the type of woman that men

would like.

Finally, she too was crushed by the terrible Heavy Gas.

"My god, buddy, help!"

"Oh, no, damn it! I'm the best of our sect's inner disciples. | don't want to die here!"

More than a dozen people in a row had been crushed, which made the rest feel more stressed.

Passing those people, Austin used his spiritual sense and found that he would have passed through the Heavy Gas within a few

hundred meters.

He was a little expectant, wondering if he could find sprecious treasures after crossing the area.

"Eh?

It's him."

Austin's face suddenly darkened as his eyes fell on a man in front of him.

It was a young man dressed in a green robe, with a pale face.

The young man, who looked haughty, was the Holy Son of the Ghost Puppet Sect!

He was sitting on the shoulders of two ape puppets, which were both walking close together, side by side.

The Holy Son of the Ghost Puppet Sect sat leisurely between their shoulders.

He was not crushed by the force of the Heavy Gas because the two puppets borne the burden for him.

Therefore, he advanced effortlessly in the Heavy Gas with great ease.

"Humph, he really enjoys himself."

Austin looked at him and flashed a faint smile.

At the stime, he also slowed down.

'The Holy Son of the Ghost Puppet Sect has been involved many times in the pursuit of me. Shall | take the chance to give him a

piece of my mind?’

Austin stared at his enemy, hesitating, and almost paused.

"Austin, it's you!"

The Holy Son of the Ghost Puppet Sect suddenly noticed Austin, and his eyes burst with ecstasy.

"Ha-ha, Austin, good, good. Fancy meeting you here!

Great! How lucky | am!"

The Holy Son of the Ghost Puppet Sect burst into laughter.

He glared at Austin with greedy eyes.

Whistle! Whistle! Whistle!

Seven puppets, one after another, shot out of the sleeve of the Holy Son, falling around Austin and surrounding him.

Five of the seven puppets were at the premium stage of Master Realm.

The remaining two were at the preliminary stage of Astral Realm!

Austin remembered the last the fought with the Holy Son of the Ghost Puppet Sect.

At that time, the puppets he released were all just at the Master Realm.

Surprisingly, he was now able to control puppets at the preliminary stage of Astral Realm.