It's a series of waves—or bars. One might imagine that a pebble falling into the water caused a ripple in the surface of the water, and the transverse waves in the general space are like this - they are three-dimensional.

But what I'm sending out, and what I'm seeing, is not like that, it's two-dimensional, like a two-dimensional sine wave on paper.

So that makes me feel even more incredible.

My action did not cause a three-dimensional waveform motion, but only a two-dimensional motion.

What does this mean?

-- I don't know -- at least not yet.

Such a strip of sine waveform, it has a direction. I wondered why it kept going on and on both ends. Where will it end?

I tapped my finger again, and another horizontal wave came out, in the same direction as before.

And I noticed that in that direction there was also a wave of waves crawling towards me like a caterpillar.

It's a weird and strange feeling.

The strange thing is that someone can emit such a waveform like me, is it also possible for him to enter my wonderful realm?

The wonderful thing is that it's like a special line for the two of us, but I don't know if that guy is a beauty or a man?

I slowly raised my hand—I was afraid of fire, so I had to slow myself down as much as I could—and tried to touch the first waveform that had come to me, and it immediately dissipated, perhaps just the unconscious movement of the man.

And nothing magical happens.

I could only look in that direction to see if anyone was there.

And sure enough, I saw it.

It was a man in black, and he was running, but his speed was only the speed of walking—and it was terrifying, because compared to other ordinary people or blinding them, his speed was absolutely against the sky.

Now that I'm in the small universe, anyone's speed will slow down in front of me - and it's become incredibly slow, only I am unaffected, and that guy can still walk through the crowd at the speed of his normal walking, which is obviously the speed of a pervert. I guess the Flash can't keep up with him, right?

He was in the same direction as me, and he was chasing him from behind. In front of him, the passers-by were almost all motionless. He was in a no-man's land.

Our armored car was also almost stationary in front of him, he quickly approached, and when he was only about ten meters away from us, he came to a standstill.

His figure looked a little distorted in the ripples of the large space, but I could still see him clearly. He's the devil! He was dressed in black and masked.

He held a saber in his left hand, and with his right hand he raised and stretched out his finger and tapped into the air, just as I had touched the waveform just now.

Then he looked up and looked at me. I think I've seen his eyes.

I just can't remember where I've seen it.

He's taller and a little thinner. Who does he resemble in the resounding form?

I really can't think of it for a while.

Looking at him now, he clearly noticed me.

Because he was masked, I couldn't see his expression, and maybe I was as surprised as I was, right?

He drew his sword. His drawing doesn't seem to be too fast—because I've exploded into a small universe, I guess the others can't see his drawing at all, right?

Is he going to cut me?

He's obviously super fast - I can only try to think that he's just like me, and he can only explode once in a while if he wants to be different from everyone else's speed, or he'll be too perverted!

What if he leaps up and slashes at us? What else can I do, I'll be a little faster than him, right?

He wielded a knife.

His knife speed was so much faster than others who had slowed down countless times that no one could react at all. It was as if he was swinging a knife at a normal speed at a motionless puppet. The puppet-like passerby was walking very slowly, hundreds of times slower than a sloth.

In this state, I shouldn't have the concept of time. But I can still feel my own heartbeat, I seem to be out of this world, other people's movements have become so slow, my heartbeat must have become very slow, and I am still the same as usual. - It's not so much that Meng Meng is a cheater, but that I am.

Chop it down with a knife. A man's stick is about to take shape.

I was a little excited.

Because I was finally able to see with my own eyes how the stick was formed.

His first slash slashed at the passerby's left shoulder, and as his slash fell, it was as if the space had been split in two by him, leaving a black line as his knife slashed through the space.

The chopping knife slashed through.

It was as if the black line cut through the passerby's left shoulder, and the left shoulder disappeared, as if it was brought into another time and space by the black line, and the passerby's wound was not blackened by the line, but became white, as smooth as the realm.

Then came a second slash, slashing the passerby's right shoulder; And then there's the nose and ears and things like that. He slashed four times in a row. This passer-by's figure itself is more like a human stick, if it is a big fat man or a big-breasted girl, it is estimated that he will have to send one more knife, right?

He did it in one go, and there was no trace of mud and water - of course, if I were to describe it in words, I would inevitably be a little suspicious of mud and water.

The first time I saw him, it seemed to me—and to everyone who was there—that he had only one stab and his target was a man, and now that everybody's speed had slowed down before my eyes, I finally realized that he had slashed several times with incredible speed.

I didn't pay attention to the expression of the guy he had beheaded, because there was no need for that, and the guy probably hadn't noticed that he had turned into a human stick - although it seemed to me that a long time had passed, and the number of words had been so much, but to others, it might not be a hundredth of a second.

Is this demon a great demonstration against me?

He took his knife and continued to run towards us. He still walked at the same pace as he normally walked—except that he was actually running, so it looked weird.

He approached us quickly, eight, seven, six......

I'm a little nervous, is he trying to do something to me?

He's going to kill me? Or kill these people in our car?

I held the dagger tightly in my left hand - because my right hand had just been folded, and it was not quite right.

It looks like his clothes are specially made, otherwise why wouldn't it catch fire yet?

Five meters.

If you fight in the car, will it affect the accidental injury of other people? After all, we're both very fast—for the time being, I'm going to be faster than him, at least not as fast as he would if I were running now.

Four meters.

I stood up and jumped out of the car.

Gravity still works for me. At the same time, I saw that the air at the edge of the garment caused turbulence - only very slowly.

Three meters.

I clutched the dagger tightly and tried to pull it out. But I suddenly thought, why do I have to use a dagger? Am I not a gun? The bullet was still made in Monmont, can't I just shoot him?

So instead of pulling out the dagger, I pulled out the gun.

Two meters and five meters.

I pulled out my gun.

I pulled out my gun in one go - although the gun was pinned to my right waist, and my left hand was not always very flexible, but I was quite satisfied with the action of drawing the gun.

With a shot in hand, should I say something? For example, "Stop! "Don't move" or something. But he was still rushing forward, and he didn't look scared in the slightest. So I shot decisively!

I can imagine that he must not be able to dodge my bullet, and I shot him in the head, and he must have turned into a corpse in the blink of an eye.

He's very powerful, and he seems to want to turn me into a human stick, but he doesn't have that ability yet! It's a Monte bullet!

What about demons? Isn't it the same as being killed by one shot?

Can I smirk?

Hear from Meng Meng that this guy can become powerful by slaughtering other people - and now he's going to die, and he's still powerful?

When he becomes stronger, he is afraid that he will be afraid that I will not be an opponent if I break out in the small universe, so it will be troublesome.

While pulling the trigger, I laughed.

I still have a smug smile on my face, but at the same time I have become a bitter melon face.

I don't think anyone could be more depressed than I am. A moment ago I was fantasizing that this damn demon would die under my gun, and who knew that I would be depressed as soon as I pulled the trigger.

I pulled the trigger with the usual force and speed, and when I pulled it, the damn trigger broke!

It's made of metal, how can it break so easily? It can only be explained with the phrase "I don't use the speed of this world", right? I guess it's because my speed is too fast, so the trigger is broken under a button, and what's even more laughable is that the broken trigger is obviously popping out, and its speed has been slowed down countless times, like a bubble floating in the air.

This is not the most depressing, the most depressing thing is that I seem to have really started the gun - I guess the trigger still played its original role before the sacrifice, but the speed of the bullet was too slow!

It's so slow that I can't stand it!

The first time I got into the state, I met Mr. Police, and when they fired, the bullets didn't look so slow!

Why is it getting so slow now? Could it be that I'm getting faster than I was then?!

It seems that this is really the case. In the past, when the small universe exploded, you could still hear the words spoken by people, and those words were like tapes slowing down dozens or even hundreds of times. At this point, I couldn't tell what people were saying, and I could see the sound waves in the air.

Looks like I'm getting faster!

It's an automatic pistol, and it's also mufflered. Of course, for me, a military blind, I certainly don't know what brand this gun is.

I know that the trigger played his role because the hammer behind the pistol reacted a little. It's just that the reaction is too slow! It's just a little slower than the average person.

Will this bullet still be fired?

Depend on!

Even if it is launched, it will not be able to withstand it at all! Bullets will fly in the air, and very slowly! It must be lethal to ordinary people, but is it lethal to this demon?

The lethality of bullshit!

It seems that the most reliable thing is my dagger!

I threw away the pistol and went to draw the dagger.

At this time, he was only a little more than a meter away from me, and he was only one step away from being in front of me. At the same time his saber was raised!

From beginning to end, he didn't say a word.

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