I give the world destruction and rebirth

Soult liked to use his speed to tease these aloof city dwellers, and he liked to see the despair on their faces.

Just like now, he threw the dagger back to Tang Ji with a provocative smile on his lips. This man was the most threatening enemy he had ever encountered since his awakening. Surte could not wait to see the despair on his face.

But Tang Ji let him down. He just silently picked up the dagger and put on a fighting posture. He was very angry, but the target was not the enemy, but himself.

Incompetent rage can only stimulate your excessive secretion of adrenaline, thereby affecting your sanity, but appropriate anger can speed up your reaction. Tang Ji has already gained profound knowledge in how to control his anger.

From the very beginning when he embarked on this path, Tang Ji knew that such a day would come. Wu Qianying had told him a long time ago that the number and quality of superhuman beings have been increasing, and sooner or later an omnipotent God will be born. '.

Tang Ji has seen superhuman beings with complex abilities among players, has seen strong men at the level of the Seven Deadly Sins, and even he himself is walking on this road.

But the birth of superhuman beings is a collision of countless possibilities and random results. You never know what unique abilities the next awakened person you encounter will have.

【Revolver Revival】? Very good, very suitable for a guy like Tang Ji who is accustomed to using guns; [Incarnation of Fury]? Although Tang Ji has not yet fully understood one of the legendary Seven Original Sins, his current performance is enough to make others envious.

When faced with jealousy, the other party could not control Tang Ji's spirit. When faced with greed, Tang Ji relied on the flame of hatred to fight against the opponent. Similarly, when faced with lust, Tang Ji still relied on these two trump cards. Maintain your golden body and remain undefeated.

The only advantage of the boy who suddenly appeared in front of him was that he was faster than Tang Ji.

This has nothing to do with will or combat skills. The opponent is simply faster than Tang Ji. Anthony is a competent soldier and an excellent military doctor, but he hasn't even realized what happened until now.

"What's your name?" Tang Ji looked at the boy and asked. In addition to speed, the other boy at least had matching physical strength. Although he didn't have time to see the other man's movements clearly, the moment the boy took the dagger from his hand, Tang Ji felt to the opponent's strength.

The other party dislocated three of his fingers intentionally or unintentionally.

The only good news is that as various therapeutic agents take effect in the body, Tang Ji is regaining control of the prosthetic limb. With the help of his body's shield, he tentatively bends his finger, which responds to the signal sent by the brain.

"My name is Surte." The young man said openly: "Surrender or die?"

Tang Ji narrowed his eyes at these familiar words. He remembered what he said before: "A war? They will fight a bloody battle!"

The reality was like a whip, slapping him in the face. The opponent might not know how to fight, or even be good with a gun, but there was a superhuman in the opponent.

Why did metahumans quickly become the biggest cause of social unrest? Why do they chant the slogan that superhumans have privileges?

Because they are unreasonable and rely only on luck to obtain abilities that you cannot obtain even after decades of hard work.

Their appearance broke all class relationships that had ever existed in human history. Their appearance even attracted the attention of higher-dimensional creatures from another world.

There is no need for accumulation or effort. Surte took a nap and when he woke up, he became the strongest being in this area.

He has not yet taken over the Skull and Bones Party because he is not mature enough. In his worldview, managing a gang in the wilderness is far less interesting than enjoying the thrill of battle and indulging in the worship of mortals.

But both the current leader of the Skull and Bones Party and himself knew that such a day would come sooner or later.

For Soult, power is just a crown placed on a chair, within easy reach. He can take it away anytime and anywhere he wants.

Tang Ji moved the prosthetic limb that was finally online again, reset the fingers one by one in front of Surte, and replaced the dagger in the prosthetic limb's grasp.

In the palm of his left hand, a gray-black flame was burning silently, just like his anger.

"I like your prosthetic limb. When I kill you, I will hang it on the wall of the bedroom." Soult licked his lips, because he had not sent the signal yet, and the Skull and Bones gunmen did not dare to continue approaching: "I killed a female mercenary last week. She had a thigh of the same color that your arms can hang on the side."

He lied about this. There was only a faded Playboy cover on the wall of his bedroom.

"You can try again." Before Tang Ji could finish his words, Surte's figure had already disappeared in front of him, in front of him or behind him?

The time left for Tang Ji to think was not as fast as instinct. The moment he felt someone tugging on his prosthetic limb, the gray-black flames suddenly spread to the surrounding space with a radius of one meter with Tang Ji as the center.

Surte, who was in the bullet time state, was grabbing Tang Ji's prosthetic leg and using the principle of leverage to exert force. He planned to forcefully tear the prosthetic leg off the enemy's body.

It sounds cruel, and it is actually true, but Surt wants to use this method to prove his strength. This is the most powerful enemy he has ever encountered, and he will respond with the most brutal attack.

This is the only way of survival that Surte learned from childhood to college. It's just fighting. Those who are not ruthless enough are not even qualified to grow up.

When the first gray-black color emerged from the enemy's body, Surte thought it was because he was dazzled. Entering bullet time many times today really put a strain on his body.

Then, gray-black flames covered the enemy's entire body, including his prosthetic limbs. Before the flames infected him, Surt let go of his hand and took a step back.

He didn't feel the temperature of the flame at all, but instead felt a hint of chill. The thing seemed to be absorbing the surrounding heat, making Surte's movements become 'sluggish'.

Of course, this sluggishness is only compared to his previous state. For Surte, who has entered the bullet time state, most people are still like static statues. As long as he runs a little, he can catch up with the Mercedes-Benz car.

But when the flames filled the space around the enemy, Surt found himself becoming slower, as if there was an invisible weight pressing on his shoulders.

And as if an invisible wall appeared in front of him, Surte could only assume a swimming posture, surging forward bit by bit in the increasingly viscous air.

Surte also felt as if someone had poked his eardrums with a stick, and someone had grabbed his stomach from the inside and squeezed it out.

If he had gone to school, he would know what a sound barrier is and what an air wall is, but superhuman beings are so unreasonable. Surte doesn't understand anything and doesn't care about anything. His ability gives him the ability to break common sense in physics. strength.

He could move at supersonic speeds for a short time without considering other external factors. At that moment, it seemed that he was not breaking through the speed of sound, but that the world had opened a backdoor specifically for him.

And now the back door is closed.

The gray-black flames did not catch Surte, but it burned the invisible position surrounding Surte, allowing all physical common sense to return again.

Anthony only saw the young man disappear from his eyes again, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared ten meters behind Tang Ji.

He seemed to be in a very bad condition, like a top that had been pulled off the track with a stick. He hit the bridge with his whole body, bounced up, landed and bounced back again. He stumbled and rolled until he reached the feet of the saint. Live in castration.

"Ahem." Surte suddenly stood up from the ground, vomited a mouthful of blood and a few teeth, and then fell down while holding his chest, startling the saint and almost giving him a hit.

"What did you do to me? What's wrong with me?" Surte touched the bone stubble on his chest that pierced the skin, and turned to look at Tang Ji: "Are you a superhuman too?"

The Saint did not waste the hard-won opportunity. He had seen superhumans who could cut their own necks faster than peeing in the toilet. He directly took out the restraint ring and put it on the enemy on the ground, not caring that his actions would aggravate the opponent's injuries.

With Anthony here, as long as this bitch doesn't die now, he will have no chance in the future, unless Anthony wants him to die.

Anthony rushed to Surte's side in three steps at a time, checked his injuries, and then looked at Tang Ji with questioning eyes. When Tang Ji nodded, he immediately injected several different medicines into him.

In addition to the drugs used to stop bleeding, there are also powerful sedatives. A large dose can bring down a tiger. After seeing all kinds of superhumans, Anthony has become accustomed to this kind of dose of sedatives.

As for whether they will die of respiratory failure due to overdose, no one cares.

Soult only had time to glance towards the side of the mountain before losing consciousness. In the last scene, he saw that the car belonging to the leader of the Skull and Bones Party had begun to turn around and retreat.

As Sirte was subdued, the Skull and Bones members on both sides of the bridge also fled, with no intention of launching a rescue.

Tang Ji looked at the unconscious enemy on the ground. Without those unscrupulous eyes, his childish face finally made people realize that the enemy was still a half-grown child.

Sirte.

Tang Zimmer read the name again. This was the most threatening superhuman he had ever encountered so far. When he moved, he definitely exceeded the speed of sound.

Tang Ji watched Anthony briefly deal with Soult's injury, and together with the saint, he tied up the prisoner and loaded him into the car where Ethan was recovering.

Although he did not give the order, everyone knew that the original purpose of this team was to capture valuable superhumans.

What could be more valuable than this superhuman being? He can physically travel at supersonic speeds and is not hindered by air walls. In a sense, his existence is more threatening than the newcomers who are just starting to emerge in the Seven Deadly Sins.

"I'm looking for the prophet." Tang Ji made a call. He needed intelligence support from the prophet. He wanted to know what role this boy named Surte would play in the future. This ability, even in the super It is too exaggerated among the human group.

The Ark organization quickly transferred the call to the prophet, and the unhurried voice appeared in Tang Ji's ear: "What trouble did you encounter again? Another player came to see you?"

"It's more troublesome than that." Tang Ji glanced at the messy scene: "I met a man named Surte."

"Sulte? Where did you meet him?" A voice came from the prophet's side, looking through files: "I'll look for it. I remember that I kept his files separately. Where are they?"

"He can move at supersonic speeds and is physically strong." Tang Ji briefly introduced Surte's abilities: "I want to know, does he exist in the future you have seen? Just to satisfy my curiosity."

"You really should be curious, because fate always makes you meet." The prophet's voice was a little breathy. It was obvious that the activities just now had severely exhausted the 'little old lady''s physical strength.

"He will be your general in all the futures when you become furious." The prophet opened the file that had been kept for who knows how long: "No one knows where he comes from, but he obeys your orders, no matter what. No matter how unreasonable your orders are, he will fulfill them with all due diligence."

"You know, in those futures, you were really angry. I have never seen anyone with such a bad temper. You were a loner most of the time. No one could stand your violent temper. Only a few really People who are willing to follow you will help you maintain a small territory." The prophet quickly turned over this page of the file: "In the future I have experienced, I am just an ordinary person, far away from you, so I only know You know his name and abilities now."

"Say something useful." Tang Ji knew that this woman liked to titillate people, General? In that world, what did he become?

"In the future where I stopped you from becoming Furious, Surte was also a big shot. He was the first superhuman to challenge the hegemony of capital." The prophet introduced with great interest: "He crossed the river at a speed of Mach 3. into the Atlantic Ocean, rammed and sank four super cargo ships, and caused turmoil in the entire capital market.”

"What happened next?" Tang Ji frowned, Mach 3, it was obvious that this young man was far from reaching his peak.

"Of course he died later. The reason why the Seven Deadly Sins became the Seven Deadly Sins is because you are either so smart that capital cannot find a chance to deal with you, or you are so strong that you have no weaknesses." The prophet smiled: "Surte has Weakness, so he died."

"How did they deal with him?" Tang Ji wanted to know what methods those big companies used.

"He can't stay at top speed all the time. He always has to stop to eat, drink, and go to the toilet. Capital has no entity, is everywhere, and has no physiological needs." The prophet's answer left Tang Ji speechless.

Jealousy was locked up in the player's laboratory because for the same reason, he wasn't strong enough and had physical needs, so he lost.

The Seven Deadly Sins, in the four futures, have become god-like existences with no weaknesses or physiological needs. They finally drove away capital and became the new gods of mankind.

Tang Ji looked at his hands and suddenly wanted to pee. This physiological need came so naturally that it made him feel better.

He decided not to kill that Soult yet, he planned to get to know this 'general' well.

PS: I read the recent comments. This Surt is not an elite wild monster. He is arranged to appear here not only because he is an important character, but also because he wants to express the growth level of wild superhumans in this way. In the Prophet In the future we saw, without player intervention, superhumans would overturn the old world in more than ten years with far fewer numbers than the current base. They grew so fast that the masters of the old world could not survive. I reacted and hit GG.

I like to hide the background of the story when I write it. Whenever readers discover the clues I left intentionally or unintentionally, it makes me feel a great sense of accomplishment. I hope you will have the same feeling. My best regards.

Of course, the main reason why such a misunderstanding occurred was because I couldn't control the plot rhythm and writing style of Lao Mo properly, and I didn't write what I wanted to express.

PS: Wash up first, then correct typos