A million ways to survive in the dungeon

From being stationary to an all-out offensive, no one can detect the signs of the change.

Ometi was clearly aware of Zheng Qian's changes at this moment.

The violent rain of punches seemed to fill the entire sight.

However, Zheng Qian's empty eyes were slightly focused, and the overwhelming attack was so intense that not a single blow touched his body.

It was as if there was an invisible barrier in front of Zheng Qian, and every iron fist shot was stopped one foot in front of him.

"What skill is this? Space severance?"

"No, he didn't activate the magic element, and the space can't block such a strong physical attack."

"Is it a spiritual stance?"

"No, neither."

While the gods were discussing, Yang Jian's third eye glowed faintly: "He didn't activate any skills, he just used his hands to block it."

Just parry with your hands? !

The gods all gasped.

Look carefully, and sure enough.

It seemed that Zheng Qian was standing motionless, but in fact his arms were moving at a speed that was almost invisible.

Its movement range is extremely small and extremely precise, making every parry faster and more energy-saving.

Facing the seemingly violent attack, Zheng Qian parried it calmly.

The slightly changed eyes returned to absolute calm again.

Zheng Qian was like a sea without any waves at this moment.

The energy was as endless as the sea, and as terrifyingly quiet as a mirror.

It seemed that even if the world collapsed, he could catch it calmly.

Finally, after a few seconds of parrying and millions of exchanges, Zheng Qian moved.

He took a step forward.

"Well!!!"

Ometi suddenly made a painful sound.

She was obviously the one on the offensive side. Zheng Qian on the defensive side just took a step forward, and she was forced to slide a step back.

Zheng Qian took another step, and she took another step back.

The violent rain of fists seemed to turn into spring breeze and cotton rain, and Zheng Qian was strolling leisurely in it.

"How...possible! Why would you...I don't believe it!!"

Ometi went crazy and launched the most violent attack so far, regardless of consumption.

The density of the fist rain doubled.

The space behind Zheng Qian was constantly shattered by the impact.

However, his expression remained unchanged from beginning to end.

at this time.

Zheng Qian slowly raised his hand.

What is he going to do? !

Before Ometi could react, she saw Zheng Qian punching him weakly in the rain of fists.

Immediately afterwards, unimaginable pain came from the abdomen.

The seemingly weak punch actually penetrated Ometi's fist rain and hit his abdomen.

Zheng Qian's punch was almost cloudless, and the dense rain of punches disappeared in an instant.

Ometi vomited a large amount of blood with a roar.

This Aztec god, who seemed to be unbeatable just now, was actually punched by Zheng Qian, causing him to kneel on the ground and vomit blood.

"How...how is it possible?!"

Ometi tried to stand up, but before her knees could straighten, she fell down again.

She lay on the ground gasping for air that didn't exist.

The two bosses stared in disbelief.

I actually...can't stand up? !

Just one punch, how could it cause such serious harm to me? !

How can this be? !

If you were just comfortable, it would be impossible to become so strong.

What power did he get? !

Raising his head with difficulty, Zheng Qian stood in front of her and did not pursue the victory.

It seemed that in his eyes, Ometi was not the main god of the pantheon at all, but a harmless little rabbit, and there was no need to even be wary of her sudden outbreak.

How dare you look down at me? !

How dare you look down at me? !

Ometi was furious at the moment, hating and fearing Zheng Qian.

If possible, she would like to skin Zheng Qian and remove his tendons right now.

"Lord God, how are you?!"

Chantiko, who finally recovered a little, rushed over, hugged Ometi and pulled her three or four meters away.

The other two demon gods finally recovered some strength and followed closely, protecting between Ometi and Zheng Qian.

Zheng Qian watched silently as if frozen and did not stop him.

"Lord God, how are you? Don't move, I'll treat you right now." Chantiko pressed his hand on Ometi's chest, squeezed out all the few MPs left, and tried to restore Ometi's injuries as much as possible.

Looking at the volcano goddess Chantiko in front of her, Ometi was stunned for a long time as she tried her best to heal and protect herself.

Ah, Chantiko, what loyalty? !

The dying Ometi stretched out her arms and hugged Chantiko.

Chantiko was flattered by this sudden favor.

"Huh? Lord...Lord God, what are you..."

"Chantico, you are truly worthy of being the demon god of the Aztec god system. You did not disappoint me. I feel your loyalty."

Ometi's words left Chantiko at a loss for a moment.

However, before Chantiko could speak.

There was a pop.

Blood spurted out from her back.

Blood poured out of his mouth like a waterfall, staining his entire chin red.

Chantiko's eyes widened instantly, filled with incomprehension.

what happened? What's the pain in your stomach?

She lowered her head.

I saw Ometi's whole hand inserted into her belly.

This unexpected scene made Zheng Qian, who was fully at ease, frowning.

Looking up, the last thing she saw in her life was Ometi's face with a ferocious smile.

And her weird and cold voice.

"Since you are so loyal, you should die for me, right?"

"Lord...Lord God..."

Chantiko wanted to say something else, but Ometi suddenly pulled out her hand.

"Become my strength!"

In his bloody hand, he grasped the divine core belonging to Chantiko.

Ometi laughed wildly and crushed it.

Chantiko died screaming hoarsely.

Cannibalism?

This scene made even the battle-experienced gods gasp in fright.

Although the characteristic of the Aztec pantheon is that when the pantheon resonates, the more people of the same pantheon die, the stronger the remaining ones will be.

But becoming stronger by killing others of the same kind still breaks through everyone's lower limit for morality.

"Lord God, what are you doing?!"

"Don't! We can still function! Don't!!"

In this dazed 0.1 second, Ometi waved his hand, and the remaining two demon gods were killed on the spot.

As the three demon gods fell to the ground, Ometi's body suddenly erupted with magic energy several times greater than before.

"hahahahahahahaha!"

The huge force lifted her whole body into the air.

The injuries on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Its energy suddenly rose to a level that was enough to compete with Zheng Qian.

Zheng Qian, on the other hand, just watched all this, watching helplessly as Ometi's energy surpassed his own again, but he did not take action to stop it.

"Hey, why doesn't that kid take action?"

"Don't you see that the demon's energy is rising?"

"Doesn't he think he is invincible and get carried away?"

The gods were already making trouble, but Zheng Kun watched with cold eyes.

Because he knew very well that the reason why Zheng Qian didn't stop it was not because he was stupid.

Although in a comfortable state, one's thoughts will all be focused on fighting, causing the whole person to become very numb to everything.

But intelligence will not be affected and may even improve.

The reason why Zheng Qian didn't take action and watched Ometi surpass him again was simple.

Zheng Kun understands very well.

Yes, very clear.

No matter how much he cares about survival, the impulses and desires engraved deep in the DNA of Zhulong are irresistible.

Zheng Qian...he wants to test his current limit?

He needs someone worthy of giving his best.

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