2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Hey, can your barrier protect against gas?"

Phantom's words were transmitted through the loudspeaker to the outside of the glass cover. Many of the onlookers laughed out loud, and the discussion and ridicule broke out again.

However, what no one noticed was that the phantom sitting cross-legged on the silver-white barrier had a strange look on his face and his body was a little stiff.

He had also met the gladiator Dai Zhitong played before, and the opponent was just trying to figure out his course of action by borrowing the power of high technology.

However, he also proved that this method was useless.

For Phantom, opponents wearing smart pupils are sometimes easier to deal with than those without smart pupils.

Because even if the opponent barely predicts his own actions under Zhitong's calculation and analysis, as long as his reaction speed and body cannot keep up, it will only cause confusion in the brain's information processing, making it impossible to organize effective defense and offense.

Looking at the opponent's eyes behind the mask, Phantom subconsciously reached out to cover his chest. He didn't understand his current state.

Chills ran down his spine, his heart beat faster, and something seemed to be blocked in his throat. The strange things coming from various parts of his body made him extremely irritated and even gave him a hint of fear.

Are you kidding me? Would I be afraid of this inhuman boy that I just beat?

Yan Muyun was keenly aware of the other party's strangeness, and the silver barrier disappeared without warning. At the same time, he jumped up and stretched out his hand to grab upwards.

The phantom was currently in mid-air, with no point of focus and logically unable to make any movements.

However, he accelerated again, stretched out a hand to hold down the opponent's outstretched arm, and at the same time, his originally crossed legs suddenly kicked towards the chest of the man wearing an opera mask underneath him like a spring.

"Snapped!"

The expected scene of the opponent being kicked and hitting the glass cover again did not appear. Phantom's eyes widened, and he was extremely surprised to find that the opponent actually raised his other arm to block the leg.

Seeing that hand turning over to grab his ankle, the phantom's figure turned into a black afterimage again, instantly widening the distance between the two.

The sudden change ignited the scene. Everyone thought that the "Wuji Master" who had lifted the barrier would be completely knocked down without the ability to fight back. However, the current facts were beyond their imagination.

From being passively beaten to successfully blocking a blow, this change is not actually very exciting, but it still gives people hope.

For a moment, the betting dogs who won by buying this new gladiator shouted his name:

"Venerable Wuji!"

"Come on, Lord Wuji!"

"Wuji...forget it, this name is so embarrassing, I won't call it anymore."

...

Phantom standing on the side of the ring frowned slightly and looked at the scarred Master Wuji not far away. He tilted his head hard, and there was a clicking sound from his neck:

"I don't know how you did it just now, but you won't be so lucky next because I'm already planning to end this fight."

Yan Muyun didn't answer, not because he felt childish or anything, but simply because his mouth hurt from being beaten and his teeth hurt and he didn't want to speak.

Phantom took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead and cheeks, and jumped twice in place.

The next second, his figure turned into a black afterimage.

The noise of the crowd, the clatter of chips at the card table in the distance, and the sound of the orchestra playing in the corner of the hall were infinitely stretched at this moment, blending together into a low hum of unknown meaning.

In the peripheral vision, the distorted faces of the gamblers seemed to have turned into a stop-motion animation. The reddened and deformed faces slowly fell with gravity, shaking out lines of flesh, and then rose up due to elastic deformation to squeeze out extremely funny expressions.

The man wearing a red opera mask in the center of the field of vision not far away stood quietly without any movement, as if he had turned into a statue due to the slowdown of time.

Of course, time doesn't really slow down, it just slows down in the eyes of the phantom.

Because he is too fast.

A few seconds after 0:00, he was less than five meters in front of the opponent and began to think about where to place the punch to end the game.

Lower abdomen? chest? neck? still......

Then the phantom saw the eyes behind the mask. The dark pupils were inlaid with two golden rings on the edges, and they shone like gold melted by fire.

We can't just charge forward like this! !

A strong warning sounded deep in his heart, and the fist that had been closed and ready to strike stopped abruptly.

He kicked hard on the ground beside him with his right foot, and his body floated to the left like a light feather, intending to get behind the man in front of him.

However, a scene appeared that made Phantom feel cold all over.

As his figure turned to the left, his gilded pupils turned slightly, looking at him calmly and silently.

Next, the opponent's neck slowly rotated, and his entire face began to shift to the left little by little with his movements.

The red color on the broken opera mask could no longer be distinguished from paint or blood. The man now looked like a soul-seeking evil spirit rising from the endless hell.

Phantom heard the heartbeat in his chest continue to accelerate, almost catching up with the frequency of normal time flow.

Countless beads of sweat broke out on his bronzed skin, and stayed in mid-air due to air resistance and inertia, leaving a crystal clear and blurry humanoid outline behind him.

The man with the red opera mask on his face raised his right hand and waved it gently and slowly, just blocking the phantom's running route.

This scene is like a slow-motion shot at the climax of the movie. The protagonist is like a god descending into the world, using incredible moves to thwart the villain's fatal blow.

Unfortunately, there was only one audience member who was lucky enough to see this scene clearly.

Phantom's steps were messed up, his left foot hit the heel of his right foot, and his body lost balance.

He widened his eyes as the arm continued to enlarge in his field of vision, and finally attached to his forehead.

I'm dying.

This was his last thought before losing consciousness.

...

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and a round blurry black shadow appeared on the ring. It spun around in the air for more than ten times, and finally fell heavily to the floor.

Everyone looked at the only figure standing on the stage in confusion, as if they had seen a ghost.

No one saw clearly what just happened. They only knew that the phantom activated its power again and rushed forward, and then suddenly turned into a human-shaped windmill.

"Aren't you announcing the result yet? This guy will probably die if he doesn't get sent to the operating room. You will be the ones who killed him then, don't say it was me." On the ring, Venerable Wuji, who was wearing a red opera mask, said calmly. He spoke.

The huge glass cover was slowly lifted, and several medical staff in white rushed to the ring to carry the unknown phantom onto a stretcher, and rushed into the operating room with sparks and lightning.