2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Ouch..."

A short, dull howl came from the wolfdog's throat, and his internal organs were almost shaken out of place. Red blood spurted out from his wide-open mouth.

Blood drops hit the lion mask, dyeing its originally bright red background even brighter.

Yan Muyun was well aware of the terror of the opponent's physical strength, and when he was in a position of strength, he immediately raised his leg and kicked the opponent in the head.

If the kick was solid this time, let alone the mortal body, even the cement pillar would have a few more cracks.

"boom!"

Crushed ice flew everywhere.

At the critical moment, the wolfdog formed a low ice mound on his face. The opponent's kick only broke the ice, but he had already seized the opportunity to roll to the side to widen the distance between the two.

"It's so difficult." Yan Muyun sighed.

When he said these four words so calmly, no one expected that his facial features under the mask were already twisted in pain.

This sour feeling is the same as kicking the legs of the bed hard with your toes.

"Cough cough... cough..." The wolf dog not far away reluctantly stood up, coughing violently, and a little blood dripped from the corner of its mouth to the ground.

His eyes were as sinister as ever, showing no hesitation or fear because of the injury: "You... why can you block it."

"Ha." Yan Muyun chuckled and said nothing, with his hands behind his back, showing the air of a master.

Why? Can I tell you that this is the danger prediction ability that comes with Golden Eyes?

But there is one thing to say, if he had faced the situation just now, he would probably open the silver barrier with all his strength as soon as possible, blocking the ice spikes and ejecting the opponent at the same time.

Although this approach was the safest, it also cost him the chance to counterattack.

Using only one silver unit to block the attack and taking the opportunity to organize a follow-up attack, Yan Muyun could be said to have stolen this move from Wolf Dog.

Ever since the wolf dog wrapped his chin and chest with ice and defended the knee just now, he had been vaguely thinking about something in his mind.

If you want to prevent the enemy's attack, why bother opening up an entire barrier?

The vast majority of awakened people attack with supernatural powers, aiming at one or more parts of the opponent's body. It is rare to say that energy is wasted to directly cover every inch of the opponent's body.

In this case, when defending, just focus on those parts.

In this way, you can conserve your energy to the greatest extent, and at the same time, the obstacles to your movements will be minimized.

If this kind of perverted operation were performed on other awakened people, it would require repeated practice over many years.

However, for Yan Muyun, who has golden eyes, with the blessing of reflexes, danger perception and fine body control, it can be said that he has it at his fingertips.

Not far away, the body of the wolf dog was shaking slightly due to injuries, but the ferocious light in its eyes did not diminish at all.

"Do you want to continue fighting?" Yan Muyun exhaled and jumped on the spot twice to calm down his breathing rate.

"You...forced me."

The wolf-dog stared at the other party with its dark yellow eyes, and its voice was as thin as a mosquito.

He put his hand into his trouser pocket, and when he took it out, there seemed to be a red glow between his fingers. He didn't know if it was blood stains or something else.

The back of his hand rubbed the tip of his nose, and the wolf dog's body twitched unnaturally twice, and a long sigh that seemed to come from the soul came out from deep in his throat: "Ah..."

The next second, thick black hair grew rapidly around his face, neck, and exposed arms. The muscles in his limbs expanded to hold up his clothes, and the already sharp fingernails became longer and sharper.

"Crack."

A human face fell to the floor.

The face of the wolfdog bulged forward as a whole, like a real canine. The human skin mask that originally fit tightly on his face was pushed up, hanging on the tip of his nose for a few times before falling down.

This horrific change caused many people in the audience to exclaim, but it was not because of his physical changes, but simply because of the face that fell to the ground. After all, this is the underground arena of Peach Blossom Spring, and the appearance of several weird guys is nothing new.

Several experienced old gamblers reacted and shouted excitedly:

"I knew he was a beast-turned-gene warrior."

"With such obvious animalistic characteristics, it seems that he is going to use all his strength!"

"The beast-turned-gene warrior plus the ice-type supernatural awakener, this newcomer is too strong."

In the increasingly hot atmosphere, the impact of the human skin mask quickly disappeared.

...

After transforming into a beast, the wolfdog seemed to have recovered from all its injuries, and its movements became sharp and fast again, rushing from one side of the arena to the other in almost the blink of an eye.

"I'm going to... tear you apart."

The wolfdog's eyes were filled with blood, and its protruding mouth opened forward, revealing two rows of sharp white teeth. The crystal saliva was drawn into threads and floated in the air.

Following his roar, two black sharp claws slashed downwards in a cross-like shape, but were blocked halfway by two silver hexagons.

"I just want you to master the new skills." Behind the blood-red lion mask, Yan Muyun not only showed no trace of fear, but his eyes shone with excitement.

However, at the same time as he finished speaking, the wolfdog that had already rushed forward suddenly let out a whimpering sound like a wounded beast. His original ferocious aura instantly subsided, and he took several steps back with a look of caution on his face.

The audience in the audience did not understand what happened for a moment, and discussions suddenly broke out. They all speculated whether the Avengers were hiding some big killing move, and the wolf dog was keenly aware of it.

However, Yan Muyun knew in his heart that under the black wisdom pupils, his own eyes must have been as bright as gold.

Even humans are not allowed to look directly at the authority of the gods, let alone beasts whose instincts are greater than their rationality?

"Look directly at me, bastard."

Yan Muyun took two steps forward, and the beast-turned-wolfdog staggered back two steps as he approached, still screaming like it was hurt in its throat.

In nature, animals that do not know how to seek good fortune and avoid disaster have long been extinct.

People may have the pride and courage to challenge stronger ones, but beasts whose bodies are dominated by survival instincts will not.

As the blood-red lion approached step by step, the black-furred werewolf kept retreating.

"Pity."

It seemed that the opponent's already low IQ would reach a new low in this state. Seeing this, Yan Muyun could not force him to cooperate with him in sparring.

He decided it was time to end the fight.

...

The Avenger's forward pace suddenly accelerated. The wolf-dog waved its claws in panic in panic, and several thick ice edges burst out from the floor to stab at the opponent.

However, under the constant flashing of the silvery white hexagons, almost all of those ice edges crashed into pieces and fell to the ground.

The avenger saw the right moment and leaned closer, then grabbed the opponent's blood-stained collar, stretched out his legs and tripped him, forcefully pushing the black-haired werewolf, who was two times bigger than himself, to the floor.

The wolfdog still wanted to struggle and resist, but as soon as his arms were raised, they were restrained in mid-air by a ring composed of silver hexagons.

"Thank you so much for inspiring me so many wonderful ways to use it."

Yan Muyun sat astride his chest and licked his dry lips:

"Now, it's time for you to exit."

Punch down.

"Woo..." The wolfdog howled, but his arms were locked in mid-air by silver shackles, unable to move at all.

The second punch came down, followed by the third punch.

"You should faint, or else just admit defeat."

Yan Muyun's facial features under the mask were a little distorted:

"Otherwise it makes me really look like a villain."

Another punch, and then another...

Finally, after nearly ten punches, the black-haired werewolf gradually stopped moving, and passed out with his head tilted. The animalistic features on his body gradually faded away, revealing his original Southeast Asian face covered by black hair.

Yan Muyun stood up and wanted to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but then realized that he was still wearing a mask.

He turned his head and glanced around with a calm look and a little tiredness: "Next one, hurry up."

There were very few cheers and whistles from the surrounding audience, but mostly discussions.

To be honest, the way this battle ended was a bit confusing.

The originally ferocious wolf-dog somehow entered into a significantly stronger form, but the result was that it was suddenly stretched and beaten with basically no resistance.

This is like Magikarp evolving into Gyarados, but in the end he can't even use the basic skill of "impact".

The glass cover was opened, and the medical staff came up and carried the unconscious wolfdog down.

There was one person who came up with the medical staff, but did not go down with him.

"Would you like to rest for a while first?"

The middle-aged man wearing white training clothes, barefoot and with messy hair scratched his neck and asked in a lazy tone.