This endless world

Zheng Zha felt that he had entered a strange state.

Different from the fighting consciousness of the first-level gene lock, and different from the body control of the second-level gene lock, Zheng Zha feels that this state is not that directly helpful to his battle. It can even be said to be of no help at all... But , this state enhances his thinking speed and calculation ability!

Not only can you become stronger by being stronger or faster, but also the connection of moves, the flaws in moves, the range of movements, the prediction and analysis of the battlefield...these are also ways to make a person stronger. And it's very important. After entering this state, Zheng Zha felt as if the thoughts in his mind could capture the opponent's next move and make predictions in advance.

In Zheng Zha's eyes, his movements are gradually adjusting, there are fewer useless movements, and the consumption and utilization of internal energy have also begun to change. Now, he can use the smallest amount of effort to dodge, attack, defend... and then use the most appropriate technique at the most appropriate time!

——The Shiva Dance, which was difficult to handle before, now in Zheng Zha’s eyes, is just some kind of dance with beautiful movements.

That's all.

“Click—!”

In an instant, something that seemed like the sound of a key unlocking sounded in his ears.

I feel that some kind of shackles are being broken away from my brain.

I feel that my thinking is clearer than ever.

I felt a loud noise like a yellow bell coming from my head.

It feels like the world has officially become different.

Zheng Zha subconsciously mobilized all the energy in his body. He originally thought that his Luohan Quan practice had reached its peak, and he had reached the ultimate level of this boxing technique. However, the boxing moves are dead and the people are alive. Maybe he has practiced the moves to the extreme... So, what happens after the moves? What about the hard way? How to use internal force?

I'm still far from perfect.

Such an idea suddenly popped into Zheng Zha's mind.

And the world also became slow in front of him.

Zheng Zha's thinking entered the fast lane at this moment and began to accelerate crazily, allowing him to grasp every move on the battlefield and accept and analyze all the information he obtained.

At this moment, Zheng Zha felt that he could multi-task. He could control the flow of blood, the flow of internal force, and the output of muscles. At the same time, he could clearly see the little monk who had just climbed up from the ground. You can clearly see the movements of each of his muscles, the defensive route he wants to take with his arms in front of his chest, and even the expression gradually forming on his face...

The gray flames were still burning on the little monk's hands and feet, but Zheng Zha no longer paid attention to it... There was only one thing he had to do now, and that was to make a fist and hit it hard!

The third level of gene locks unlocks the potential of the "brain".

If the second-level gene lock is about controlling the body, then the third-level gene lock involves thinking. No matter how powerful the body is, no matter how powerful the energy is contained in the body, it still needs thinking to direct it. The speed of thinking is faster than light and faster than electricity.

Therefore, Zheng Zha today can do many unimaginable things.

For example, when you press your right foot hard on the ground, transfer the force you burst out from the sole of your foot to the end of your fist.

For example, it accelerates the internal force running speed in the body to the limit to provide stronger output.

For example, the two hundred and six bones in the body are turned into a whole body, turned into a missile that engulfs everything, accelerates, and accelerates again.

Push your inner strength to the limit, push your control to the limit... Then, push your "power" to the limit, and hit hard!

"——"

There should have been sound.

However, when the punch hit the young monk's chest, there was no sound of metal breaking or blood and flesh splattering, as if even the sound was swallowed up by the punch.

The little monk had done everything he could. He tried to turn sideways to avoid the direct blow. He tried to put three arms in front of his chest to defend himself. He tried to use the protective shield to reduce the damage. Even the one around his neck had been Vasuji, who had never moved, also tried to protect the Lord...

But, useless, useless, useless, useless, useless, useless, useless, useless...!

The punch was faster than the sound, breaking through the air, breaking through the defense, breaking through the flesh and blood.

No matter how fast the punch is, it can't beat this punch, and no matter how strong the defense is, it can't stop this punch!

Unable to dodge or defend, Zheng Zha's punch wiped out all resistance of the young monk. Whether it was the protective shield or the arm blocking his chest... everything that could be defended was torn apart by Zheng Zha's punch. Come.

Zheng Zha's punch penetrated the Brahma magic weapon on the young monk's chest, smashing it to pieces. The fist even penetrated through his back with all its strength, reaching up to his elbow!

"Pfft-"

Only then did the young monk realize what had happened. His eyes were wide open and protruding, like a dying fish that had been out of water for a long time on the shore, looking at his chest with disbelief.

There, there was a large hole with a diameter of twenty centimeters, and Zheng Zha's right fist wrapped with internal energy.

The fist penetrated the little monk's body, like a red-hot iron ball penetrating into ice, shattering his chest, penetrating his internal organs, crushing his bones, and even just a little bit, it could completely destroy the whole body. Every spine was blown out of his body.

He seemed to want to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, countless blood overflowed from his mouth, flowing like an unstoppable faucet... Even so, the little monk still moved his lips slightly and reluctantly spit out. A few words: "For...what?"

It was a sentence without beginning or end. If nothing unexpected happened, this should be the last question asked by the captain of the Indian team in front of him before he died.

If it were Zheng Zha when he first entered the main god space, then he should be able to answer the last questions for the dying person in front of him... But now Zheng Zha can't. There is no need for him to do it for the mortal enemy who hurt his partner. Answer the question, even if they were his last words.

Besides, what needs to be answered?

As the little monk said at the beginning, the strong are respected.

One side believed in their teammates wholeheartedly from beginning to end, while the other side called the sacrificed teammates trash.

One side used the power they had developed from the beginning to the end, while the other side used the flesh and blood left behind by the victims after they killed people and refined their souls.

Between the two, who is the stronger? Who is the real winner?

This is a question that does not need to be answered at all. It is as obvious as the sun rising in the east.

Suffering such a serious injury, the little monk should have died immediately, but the divine power still surrounding his limbs was still holding him to his last breath. Seeing that Zheng Zha didn't answer him, the young monk's face forced a ferocious expression. The python surrounding his neck also made extremely small movements to open its mouth and spit out the last poisonous mist - —

"I won't forget this."

Zheng Zha pinched seven inches of the python. While forcing the snake to open its mouth wide and face the little monk, he took out his other hand from the little monk's chest and said, "You don't think Did I forget about this snake that sprays poisonous mist? In the beginning, it sprayed like it was free, but after it became smaller and became one with you, it doesn't even use poisonous mist now. It should be... in this state Will the poisonous mist cause harm to yourself?"

"I remember there is a saying in Indian mythology that the venom spit out by Vasuji burned Shiva's throat. Later, out of guilt, he voluntarily wrapped his arms around Shiva's neck. Combined with the words Vasuji and Shiva that you called out at the beginning Seeing Po in person, the situation must be very clear."

Even though death was imminent, the little monk's eyes suddenly widened when he heard these words - don't you know nothing about Indian mythology? How could he even call the Three-Phase God by the wrong name, and now he actually comes to talk to me about this?

Zheng Zha naturally understood the little monk's eyes. Until this moment, he finally showed a smile that was similar to a mischievous smile: "That's just a tactic to anger you. At the main god's place, every member of the reincarnation team in the respective region They will subconsciously strengthen the powerful exchange in their respective cultures. And after knowing the information about the giant python, I have read a lot of Indian mythology in the past few days. As for the previous words..."

"I lied to you."

Along with these words, Zheng Zha squeezed his hand hard, and the poisonous mist that had been hidden in the python's mouth for a long time suddenly sprayed out. The little monk who had gathered his last strength and was about to curse had a look on his face...

"One of the opposing team members has been killed. The Central Continent team has accumulated four positive points and currently has 8,000 reward points. At the end of the horror movie, those with negative reward points will be directly wiped out..."

After hearing the prompt from the Lord God, Zheng Zha, who wanted to take a deep breath and pull out the Brahma magic weapon from the little monk's chest to take a look, suddenly felt a biting sense of crisis. Without thinking, he immediately stood up and pulled the little monk's magic weapon out. The monk's body was kicked far away, and just three seconds after he finished this action...

With a "boom" and a sound like a bomb exploding, the young monk's body suddenly exploded into pieces, shattering a still intact cell. Smoke, dust, earth and rocks were scattered all over the sky. Zheng Zha was also choking and kept coughing.

"It's a pity. I wanted to take back that Brahma magic weapon, but it seems I don't have the chance..."

Only then did Zheng Zha exit the gene lock state. He covered his head, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face suddenly turned pale.

——The sequelae of the third-level gene lock are more serious than I thought.

Zheng Zha's body slowly fell backwards. The enemy was gone, and he could no longer hold on. He had to sit down on the ground, smiled bitterly and said to himself: "I'm sorry, everyone, I may not be able to do it anymore." Continue to participate in this battle, as for the main mission..."

"Yang Yun, the next task will be left to you."