Please ask the dream

"Who will it be today?" After lunch as usual, Feng Xue went to the street to digest his food. Thanks to the capitalists' bone-sucking character, this "evil beast" who can create economic value even if he is rebellious can play his killing competition so openly.

Although he is restricted by the rules of entering a strange dream, he cannot leave the city, and even cannot touch things that are not related to fighting, but it does not prevent him from obtaining a steady stream of opponents in this way.

Like a righteous partner who is woken up by his handsomeness every day, Feng Xue sits on the top of the ruins with thousands of holes, waiting for today's opponent to arrive, but to his surprise, the noisy commentator in the past has not arrived today.

"Is there no battle today? Well, it's not the first time. After all, it takes time to transfer a strong fighter!"

Feng Xue muttered in his heart, but his body did not move. He always sat on the board that fell from an unknown building, meditating on the small universe.

That being said, it is still unclear whether this thing can be called a microcosm. After all, it is just a replica made based on his short-lived feeling of being endowed with a microcosm and the infinite power of photon whirlpool. However, in this idealistic world, he feels that it is a microcosm, and it is a microcosm, and he can also constantly tap into infinite potential from it through meditation.

This wait lasted until the night fell. Suddenly, Feng Xue, who closed his eyes and visualized the nine stars of the Big Dipper, raised his eyebrows and opened his eyes. He saw a muscular man appear at the end of his vision. The figure was strange and familiar, which made Feng Xue a little stunned for a moment, but then he suddenly jumped off the ruins, bathed in the starlight, and raised the corner of his mouth:

"So, it's already this time?"

Feeling the terrifying output of the flesh-modified body, Feng Xue looked at the beast that was gradually getting closer, and a small copper bell also appeared.

There was no trash talk, no commentator, and the two men moved quickly with the crisp sound of the small bell.

It was no longer a round-based fight like professional fighting, where you punch me and I punch you. Both sides instantly raised their fighting spirits and crossed the distance of more than 100 meters. What followed was a storm of continuous fighting!

"Ola Ola Ola Ola!"

"Mu Da Mu Da Mu Da Mu Da!"

The storm of fists collided in the air, constantly compressing and exploding the air, turning it into waves of impact and stirring up dust. In this rising smoke, two men of similar physiques kept swinging their iron fists at a distance almost face to face. Not only were the two pairs of iron fists colliding with each other, but the bodies of both sides were also constantly enduring each other's continuous beatings.

The fists filled with murderous intent carried unparalleled strength, and the belief of wanting to blast the person in front of them to pieces was far more direct and brutal than anyone could imagine.

The pain of the body was thrown behind at this moment, and the only remaining rationality was exaggerated by the strong fighting spirit. The belief of breaking through everything and the will of fearlessness turned into the strongest spear and shield, and the shield broke and the spear broke in round after round of bombardment.

But that was only a matter of a moment. After the shield was broken, it was a stronger shield, and after the spear was broken, it was a sharper spear. Will and belief sublimated in the collision. The street behind the two people had been flattened by the aftermath, but the two people who were facing the impact head-on did not give in.

Although it seemed that they were evenly matched, the gap between the two sides was already prominent at this time. Feng Xue's body that had undergone flesh modification was obviously far superior to the original physique of the evil beast in terms of performance, but even if he realized this, it would be difficult for the evil beast to retreat, because at the moment he retreated, the belief that he could survive all attacks without dodging would appear flawed.

"Bang bang bang!"

Suddenly, the almost synchronized sound of the blows became a little chaotic, and at the cost of taking a few more punches, the evil beast's movements suddenly changed.

He did not take the opportunity to dodge or retreat, but while bearing the blow, he stored up a powerful attack.

"Here it comes!"

Feng Xue would naturally not ignore such details, or rather, all of this was within his expectations. The beast under his ribs burst into sparkling starlight, like a falling meteor, blooming with brilliant light.

However...

You can see it!

Feng Xue, who had already held his breath, suddenly felt his sense of time stretched. The sixth sense of the microcosm, the pulse of time that he had grasped in many time stops, turned into results at this moment.

"Tick, tick, tick..."

In the extremely slow, as if stuck, sliding sound of the second hand, the punch that was as fast as light was so slow.

However, Feng Xue did not use this extended sense of time to dissolve the offensive. Instead, he "slowly" moved his hands, and seemingly meaningless movements intertwined in front of his chest. The burning sensation brought by the rapid movement in the extended sense of time stimulated Feng Xue's developed sensory nerves, but these seemingly meaningless movements turned into a hint of concentration to the limit.

So, he surpassed the light!

The punch that came later but arrived first seemed to be ordinary and collided with the meteorite that was halfway through. The extremely powerful! Domineering! Strong! punch was blasted away from the front. The next moment after turning the arm into powder, the fist penetrated the chest of the evil beast.

The body of the evil beast was covered with cracks like glass products, and finally turned into fragments and completely collapsed. Feng Xue just had time to feel the load of his own after the punch was thrown, and he sank into a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness in the dreamlike feeling.

Suddenly, Feng Xue's consciousness cleared up, and he returned to the node selection interface again. All the previous experiences were reflected in his mind, either clearly or vaguely. As always, the more related to the fight, the clearer the memory, and vice versa. Feng Xue used the brain power of an architect to recall the content that was almost forgotten repeatedly until he was sure that he would not forget it. Then he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Although the system is a bit stupid, it must be said that this fighting style can really catalyze the architect's beliefs and will."

Recalling the battles he had fought as a beast, he constantly reflected the feeling of stimulating the small universe in his mind, and then turned into a bit of helplessness.

"The full version of [Emperor's Car] is still too burdensome. With my progress in physical transformation in reality, I'm afraid I'll have to switch to the second system immediately after punching. However, the 'Strong Fragment' that comes with it after hitting is more or less an instant death effect. It's a high risk and high reward."

After recalling the experience of this dream again and roughly sorting out the parts that he still remembered, Feng Xue returned his attention to the node selection interface.

"Hmm? [Safe Corner]... Did it successfully reach the core area?"