Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 400 Wang Luo: My family, who understands, my dad, he actually stood and asked for food again!

"Such power... Is this the real 'microcosm'?"

At this moment, Wang Zhenjiang was closing his eyes and feeling the torrent of energy rushing through his body.

His pineal gland has been quantized, able to directly observe the fluctuations of dark matter tides; the electromagnetic pulses generated by his heartbeat are synchronized with the rotation frequency of the Milky Way's cantilever; even his breathing has begun to follow the fluctuations of the cosmic microwave background radiation.

The energy surging around his body ionized the air into a blue-purple plasma cloud. His mitochondria were undergoing a supernova-like energy transition. Every base pair on the DNA chain was releasing gamma-ray-level biological energy, which made him almost a complete "Hulk"!
Wang Zhenjiang even had a feeling that even without relying on any internal energy circulation, he could uproot all the mountains outside the farmhouse in his backyard with just his current strength, and then with one jump, he could directly jump into the sea thousands of miles away with all the mountains and peaks!
However, compared with the changes on the physical level, the sixth sense microcosm that originally needed the help of cosmic energy to maintain is now self-circulating like a perpetual motion machine!
When he opened his eyes again, what was flowing in his pupils was no longer a simple projection of the constellation, but a holographic map of the entire Capricornus galaxy cluster.

The "Holy Sword" seemed to sense the evolution of its master.

Lao Wang raised his finger slightly, and the endless sword energy from the holy sword (Excalibur) flowed between his fingers, tearing the sky apart and dividing the heaven and earth.

Wang Zhenjiang stood in the center of the ruins of the shattered stars. He lightly clicked three fingers, and the holy sword Excalibur emerged from his fingertips. Countless golden sword qi flowed out from between his fingers.

Those sword energies are not simply condensed energy, but the plasma flows produced by nuclear fission reorganized at the microscopic level. Each sword energy contains quark-level sharpness that is enough to cut through time and space.

When his sixth sense was fully opened, the string-like structure of the entire material world was reflected in his pupils.

Countless glowing quantum threads intertwined and woven before his eyes, and the path of the holy sword accurately severed the bosonic connection points that maintained the existence of matter.

The sky within a radius of ten kilometers was cut into honeycomb-shaped fragments of space and time by the sword energy, and each fragment refracted light and shadow in different dimensions.

In an instant, these fragments of space and time suspended in the air suddenly began to rotate counterclockwise, and each piece reflected the constellation totem that materialized behind Wang Zhenjiang - that was the projection of the Capricornus Cloth on the cosmic level.

He couldn't help but be deeply shocked as he sensed the new microcosm surging in his body, which was very similar to his previous "microcosm" and the infinite power that was many times stronger, more powerful and more domineering.

Wang Zhenjiang could feel that even though only a short while had passed, he was completely different from his previous self at this moment!
There is no need to constantly absorb various energies from the outside world, nor do you need any external materials. You only need to follow the feelings deep in your heart, and there will be an endless supply of power surging eternally from your will!

To be frank, it is obvious that both "micro-universe" realms are at the "sixth sense", but Wang Zhenjiang now feels that he can hold the holy sword in his hand and kill hundreds of his previous selves without any hindrance from the smallest material level within a breath!
He didn't know who in this world could stop him with such power!

"'Martial God'?"

Wang Zhenjiang's sixth sense felt a slight ripple in his heart, but before the waves rose, he shook his head without hesitation.

If it were in the past, with my infinite admiration and worship for Han martial arts, I would definitely regard the "God of Martial Arts" as my lifelong belief.

Even the idea of ​​"becoming a martial god" might be regarded by himself as "blasphemy" that cannot be questioned, and he dared not even think about it.

Unfortunately, yearning is always the farthest distance from understanding. The more you look forward to and yearn for the realm of "Martial God", the more you will build an insurmountable mountain in your heart. The longer it lasts, the higher and heavier it becomes, and the more indestructible it becomes. In the end, you can't climb over it, you can't bear it, and you will be crushed...

If nothing unexpected happens, Wang Zhenjiang will never be able to break through the shackles of his own mind in his lifetime, and he may only be at the twelfth level of martial arts, the pinnacle of perfection, until his death.

But who can blame him for having a filial and good son?

A few days ago, Wang Li and his father went on a pilgrimage, using the entire Han Federation as a training ground, controlling thunder and bathing in the stars. This completely broke Wang Zhenjiang's faith in Han martial arts like a devout believer.

And now, after the "small universe" in his body has undergone such a drastic transformation, Wang Zhenjiang's admiration for the "God of War" in his heart has disappeared unknowingly.

Well, it is no exaggeration to say that if Wang Zhenjiang could maintain such a mentality at the beginning, and if he could have an uninterrupted supply of top-level extraordinary resources, if he continued to practice the "Great Han Martial Arts", he would definitely not be limited to the level of a martial artist at the age of fifty, and at least he would be a "martial artist"!!!
"Sure enough, Dad needs more practice here."

Wang Li, who had been paying attention to his father's changes, didn't care at all about the almost inexhaustible destructive power his father was now showing. Instead, he narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed thoughtfully.

It was just a matter of switching from the pirated monkey version of "Microcosm" to the orthodox Microcosm, but it caused such a big fuss.

"Ah~"

That is to say, Old Man Wang is in this world of the Han Federation and is taken care of by his filial son.

If this happened in the Saint Seiya multiverse, even if the Sanctuary was blind, they would not choose Lao Wang as an apprentice Saint Seiya for such a rare talent...

Wang Li lightly stroked with her left finger, and a ten-year-old boy suddenly fell out of the rift in the other dimension.

Wang Luo, wearing the little dragon children's pajamas, looked at the various surroundings and scenery on both sides, with a calmness that was inconsistent with his age on his young face.

Then he carefully looked at his father, whose style was obviously becoming unbelievable. His pupils reflected the star-like light bands flowing around his father, as well as the gorgeous armor that looked like something only gods in mythology could wear. He immediately had a guess in his mind.

"It's only been a short time. Dad has broken through the limits of carbon-based life. Is he really no longer a human?"

Then he turned around and saw the "old senior" who was wearing a thick black robe and remained silent.

An indescribable expression suddenly appeared on Wang Luo's young face: "Family members, who can understand that my father, who has always been strong-willed but accomplished nothing, can actually stand and ask for food at the age of fifty!!!"

(End of this chapter)