My Muscles Adapt 10,000 Times Faster

Tron let out a cold harrump as he grabbed at one of the two half a meter long fangs in its mouth and yanked it out with full force.

"Sssssssssss!!!"

The purplish Horned-Serpent hissed in pain and furious anger. It's body twisting and trashing about in pain as massive waves of water sloushed and splashed all over the lake side, the surrounding forest shuddering from the powerful shockwaves.

It tried desperately to toss Tron out but Tron's fingers dig into its flesh, not giving it a chance to escape in the slightest.

"Ohh! You can hiss now?"

Still caught in its massive jaws, Tron remained unnervingly calm, his eyes narrowing as he watched the serpent squirm violently beneath him.

"How are you going to throat me now, huh?" Tron muttered under his breath, a slight smirk curling on his lips.

The serpent hissed again, its long body coiling violently, desperate to shake him off. The massive size of the creature was terrifying. Its purple, glistening scales shimmered under the weak moonlight as if imbued with a strange, arcane energy.on its head were two massive, curved horns, thrashed from side to side, sending shockwaves through the remaining water in the lake.

But Tron didn't flinch.

With a grunt of effort, Tron clenched the sharp fang he had ripped from the serpent's mouth, the curved ivory blade gleaming dangerously in his hand. His muscles flexed as he adjusted his grip, and with a single, decisive movement, he drove the fang deep into the serpent's palate.

Just as he raised the sharp fang to strike, a sudden surge of energy crackled along the length of the creature's body.

"Wong!" "Wong!!" "Wong!!!"

Starting from its tail, a deep purple glow coursed upward, pulsing like lightning under its scales, growing brighter and more intense with every second.

Tron's eyes widened.

"Fuck m—" he began, but before he could finish the thought, a deafening roar tore through the air.

The purplish Horned-Serpent unleashed an explosive wave of destructive arcane energy.

It burst from its body like a missile, sending ripples of frost that turned the air into ice shards and the lake into ice blocks.

"BOOM!!!"

The massive pillar of condensed arcane energy slammed against Tron square in the chest, sending him flying backward with the force of a fast moving train. His vision blurred, the world around him spun into a blur as he was hurled across the lakeside like a rag doll.

[+5 physique, +500 limit points ]

[+1 strength, +100 limit points ]

[+1 agility, +100 limit points ]

[+10 Mana +1000 limit points]

"Ugh!" Tron grunted as he slammed into the ground, skidding through the mud like a skipping stone on water and leaving a deep trench in his wake.

"BANG!"

[+2 physique, +200 limit points ]

[+1 strength, +100 limit points ]

[+1 agility, +100 limit points ]

His back slammed into the back of a cliff and the entire cliff shattered as dust, rocks and trees came tumbling down on Tron like an avalanche.

The dust finally faded and when Tron regained his bearing he felt Hlhis body ached, and a sharp pain through his ribs—he knew something was broken.

Frost mist danced off his skin as he forced himself to his feet, climbing through the mountain of rubbles with his breath ragged. A ordinary person would definitely be buried alive within the rubbles of a cliff but Tron was different. He was far from ordinary.

The serpent's roar echoed again, its massive body now glowing with a terrifying energy, arcs of magic crackling along its enormous body. It coiled up, its tongue hissing rapidly at Tron, ready to strike again, but Tron's eyes narrowed in annoyance.

"Lets see how fast I've become."

Tron's knees buckled as he crouched low. His left leg a few inches behind and his right leg a few feet forward.

He suddenly pressed his hands into the wet earth as he got into a crouch start position of an actual professional runner. His muscles suddenly tensed, as mist started to escape his pores.

In one swift, explosive movement, he kicked off the ground with earth-shattering speed.

"BANG!"

The ground beneath him cracked as an explosive shockwave blasted everything behind him in a fan shaped manner as he launched himself forward, his body becoming a blur as he shot toward the serpent's head.

The beast barely had time to react. Tron closed the distance in a heartbeat, appearing at the serpent's skull just as the creature began to charge up another arcane blast. Its eyes flared with a bright, dangerous light—but this time, Tron was faster.

"Squelch!"

Using all his strength, he drove the sharp fang straight through the serpent's glowing eye. The makeshift blade sank deep, tearing through flesh and bone. A sickening crunch filled the air as the fang penetrated the serpent's skull, and the arcane energy the creature had been charging fizzled out with a final, pitiful hiss.

The serpent convulsed once, its massive body going rigid, before collapsing lifelessly onto the ground.

"Bang!"

As the now half solid lake shook, Tron stood atop its head, breathing heavily, his hand still gripping the bloodied fang. He watched as the purple glow faded from the beast's body, leaving only the still, massive form of the once-mighty creature.

Tron wiped the blood and sweat from his brow, taking a moment to catch his breath before muttering with a wry grin, "I guess my speed isn't all that bad."

He hopped down from the serpent's head, wincing slightly as he felt the pain on his chest healing gradually.

But Tron ignored the pain and focus on the body of the dead beast. This wasn't just an ordinary Magical creature but a unique magical creature with the Frost bloodline ability.

It's body would undoubtedly sell for about 100 if not 200 gold coins. If he managed to kill ten more, then he would actually be able to inscribe the Blink Spell rune and his Asernal would improve drastically.

But first, he needed to keep the body safe. Tron then grabbed the massive body of the Horned-Serpent with a single hand and then leapt several times before disappearing into the distance.

Almost a minute later. The void suddenly opened up as a student removed a cloth from shielding his body.

The invincibility cloak. It must be said that those with these sort of relics are from real ancient wizardry families.

A young man with full white hair and and handsome but cold face glanced at the direction Tron had disappeared to with killing intent.

After a moment of contemplation, he placed the cloak back on himself and then vanished as he headed towards Tron's directions.

...

Tron hid the body of the Magical creature within the cave and then recalled the information Seraph had told him about concerning the Stonemen tribe.

A sudden smile graced his lips as he thought. "What better way to test my strength than the Stone Men Tribe!?"

...

A small basin surrounded by hills, with wooden houses built in the jungle on the hillside.

It was once a vibrant tribe of the Stone Desert race.

Now, it was a chaotic river of blood.

"ROAR!"

"Woo!" "Woo!" Dense groups of Stone Desert warriors, with skin like rocks, roared and wildly swung their simple wooden and stone weapons.

They were extremely tall.

Even the weakest among them were over 2.5 meters tall.

Dozens of warriors charged towards the 'thin and short' figure in black armor.

He wielded a massive blade, with over ten corpses behind him, blood splattering and staining the blade sharp's edge , as if he had emerged from hell.

Due to the trees, houses, and boulders, at most ten or so Stone Desert warriors could attack Tron at one time.

"BANG!" "BANG!" "BANG!"

Further away, some Stone Desert warriors were swinging their arms, hurling large stones fiercely at Tron.

These stones, weighing over a hundred pounds, whistled through the air.

Tron didn't even bother to dodge some of the stones and allowed them to slam into him to farm even more stat and limit points. It was still midnight and the crystal was working at a rapid pace, recovering his injury and fatigue at the same time.

"Bang!"

His blade collided heavily against another stone as it was just too large. His brain would definitely suffer from bleeding if it slam into him. He was reckless, not suicidal!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Tron advanced steadily, his gaze cold. The blade in his hand moved like lightning, easily deflecting the attacks of one warrior after another.

Following the trajectory of the blade, he counterattacked seamlessly, the blade tracing a semicircle, its edge moving like a meat grinder.

"Slash! Slash! Slash!"

The necks of two Stone Desert warriors were instantly cut, blood spraying as they collapsed.

Earlier, sneaking through the forest, Tron intended to launch a surprise attack.

Unfortunately, the Stone men tribe were highly vigilant, with hidden sentries besides the obvious guards.

After killing two, the entire tribe was alerted.

Abandoning stealth, Tron opted for a direct assault.

This quickly drew a large number of Stone Desert warriors from the houses, caves, and wooden huts.