Until this moment, the Ares sequence still couldn't tell how the host was taking back control at that moment.

Although the time was short, it was enough for the stupid guy to accept the other party's offer. Seeing him stretch out his arm and let the Caucasian with zero combat power plunge the nanoneedle into his wrist, the Ares sequence was almost at a standstill.

Fortunately, he didn't last long, and soon handed over power again.

The current "Chen Mo" can really understand how stupid human beings can be. The most angry thing is that he also had to wipe the other party's buttocks.

Pandora's latest development, the "Fierce Fire" supervariant virus, dragged the Ares sequence into the messy mire shortly after it was injected into the body. Chen Mo's body temperature has exceeded forty degrees, his blood is boiling, and all his internal organs are in a state of failure, if it weren't for the drastic change in the defense system, I am afraid that the whole person would be burning into a raging torch now.

Without the existence of mutant devourers, the host's weakness would not cause a crisis, but death.

Aoki's high profile gave Chen Mo a buffer time, which was not too important, but compared to a direct battle, the attrition rate was much smaller. Chen Mo didn't feel that he had any need to insist on that so-called "pride", even the slightest chance could improve the infinite possibility of survival, he was completely different from the host in this regard.

Aoki Dong waited for a few minutes, and saw that Chen Mo's wrist injury was always dripping with that black liquid, so he stood up and decided to give up today's battle completely.

Before walking towards the subway gate, he bent down slightly and bowed to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo didn't look up, there was no reaction, and the audience noticed that Aoki Togami began to leave the venue, and some people were already booing.

For the first time, they expressed contempt for Chen Mo, and everyone who looked at it could see that the old man of country R was just giving him a consoling surname.

The killing arena where life and death are rampant with fierce beasts has now become a cradle of warmth, and the most perverted and bloodthirsty guys even have to rely on the mercy of their opponents to escape, which makes the audience extremely disgusted.

This weakness is unacceptable.

Simultaneous live TV signals transmit images to all parts of the world. Aoki walked into the passage in the east, the iron gate slowly fell behind him, Chen Mo stood in the middle of the field and did not move, his figure looked extremely clear in the sun, and the shame was the same.

"! Lao Luo, what are you doing? Is this soft egg really the one you've been holding before? It doesn't look like it! I've borrowed all the client's funds temporarily, don't let me go to jail! "The Haizhou Dalong boat has long been in chaos, and some people are shouting loudly.

In an Internet café in Yancheng, a few five or six high school students were clustering around the computer, their eyes wide as cattle.

"Senior brother, what's wrong? Did you get hit? A fat man asked his companion suspiciously.

"When did he lose a fight, probably asleep!" The other replied stupidly.

Moriah, the Supreme Military Headquarters was silent. Shen Dali was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks, eager to climb into the TV and ask Chen Mo what was wrong, but then looking at those Moria officers, they looked indifferent one by one, as if the sky could not shake their absolute confidence in the general.

"Lao Tzu is not as good as them......" Shen Dali smiled self-deprecatingly and lit a cigarette.

Liu Er patted him on the shoulder, there was a rare lack of a smile on his round face, and his eyes were strange, like a red-hot saber.

"I won't lose." Liu Er said.

The iron gate thudzed and closed to the ground. The fighter passage fell into darkness, and Aoki stopped and stood silent for a moment.

Is that all?

Feeling the killing intent and fighting spirit slackening and dissipating in his body, he suddenly felt a little tired.

The aisle lights soon lit up, and Aoki stared at the sand and gravel that stretched from the arena beneath his feet, a deep brown. There was still a slight smell of blood in the air, and many people had lost everything they could here, while others were still in the middle of the game.

Aoki Higashigami still remembers his first day in the mountains.

Hesitant, helpless, desperate, but still a trace of unwillingness. At that time, he was a cripple who had been self-contained for many years, and his hands and feet were so weak that he could not even kill a chicken—the blessings brought by the hermits of country Z had caused a chronic illness in his limbs, and he was haunted by illness like a discarded rusty part.

Aoki Togami has never forgotten for a moment how his whole body is like an enemy beaten by iron, and how he destroyed his cultivation like a withered and decayed body. After lingering for too long, he realized that there was nothing more to lose, and if he couldn't get revenge, it would be better to die in the mountains and be gone.

Now that he's reborn, the first fight turned out to be like a punch with all the strength to hit the air.

It's a terrible feeling.

Aoki Higashigami thought that his long experience in the mountains had completely reborn him. He spent seven days waiting for a flower to bloom, seven months to win the trust of a litter of foxes, and finally made them build a nest by the hut, and spent seven years practicing to the point of "selflessness" that no one has ever been able to achieve without water.

Selflessness is selflessness, but he found that he still hadn't forgotten to kill today.

Hatred has not diluted, but intensified. This killing intent directly extended to Chen Mo, and Aoki Dongshang had to use his greatest strength to control himself, so that the boy from country Z who was not able to do anything could survive this event.

If those guys who thought they were smart didn't do anything to Chen Mo, Aoki Dongshang would never hesitate to kill him without hesitation for a second. Not many people remember all the ancient traditions of the Yamato clan, including the most precious virtues of the samurai. Aoki Togami had no intention of interfering with any object, it was just something he was holding onto.

If even the most basic fair battles can't be done, then why not use firearms? Or just drop a bomb?

It doesn't take much effort for Aoki to guess who is the driving force behind the flail group. Those political axe officials who think about licking the assholes of M people all day long are still in the same shameless style, they obviously have other plans, but the old man is too lazy to care, he just wants to solve the matter as soon as possible.

People live in a money society, and they inevitably use each other. Aoki Togami felt that he was still more suitable for the deep mountain world, everything outside seemed so out of place, every walking corpse had a mask on his face, and even the so-called warriors had completely changed.

He raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, awoke from his contemplation, and walked again.

At this time, the iron gate behind him was knocked, and "tuk tuk" sounded three times, not in a hurry, like a very polite visitor, knocking on the door of the master's house.

The organizer continued to be confused by the old man's exit, and the commentator was at a loss and didn't make a sound. The audience outside was scratching in a low voice, and Aoki Higashi couldn't help frowning when he heard it.

It's that kid, what does he want to do? Knowing that you will die to regain your dignity?

Aoki didn't intend to pay attention to it, and was about to return to his residence along the passage, when the knocking of the iron gate rang out stubbornly, no more, no less, or three times.

"You're no match for me, and as I said, there's no point in fighting like this." The old man spoke slowly, his deep guttural voice vibrating through the enclosed space.

He was answered by an earth-shattering loud bang, a terrifying sound that almost shattered a person's eardrums, and a large amount of sand and dust fell from the top of the passage, sprinkling Aoki all over his body, and the light bulbs creaked and creaked.

He raised his eyebrows, turned his head, and saw a fist mark bulging inward from the iron gate.

The old man pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled.

The floodgates opened again, and Aoki walked out of the east, and the Super Bowl was like a powder keg that had been detonated, and the entire audience was shouting feverishly.

The daylight of the spotlights made Aoki Squint, and it took a moment to see the young opponent who had retreated to the center of the arena.

He's changed.

The previous Chen Mo gave Aoki Dongshang the feeling that he was almost lifeless. The icy surge of power was hard to describe, unlike anything I'd ever encountered before, but to be sure, it wasn't strong enough.

The most powerful human beings are always the heart, spirit, and will. Without a burning heart to win, no matter how fierce a samurai is, he is nothing more than a killing machine with no appearance.

But now everything is completely different.

There was a severed hand on the sandy ground, Chen Mo hung his left arm at his side unabashedly, and blood fell down his bare wrist one by one, and those strange liquids that were originally as black as ink were no longer visible.

Aoki Togami can guess why he mutilated himself, and the allusion of a strong man breaking his wrist is not unique to country Z. Now it seems that this young man, who is as fierce as a wolf, has indeed recovered his state.

There was no machine or numbness in his eyes, and Aoki had never seen such complex emotions in anyone's eyes—pain, hideousness, unyielding, confusion, and the most exuberant of all, a fighting spirit that could only be described as boiling.

"Come on, let's not run away." Chen Mo spoke hoarsely.

Aoki Higashi stared at each other, and for the first time there was a real look of respect.

"No. 23 seems to have had something wrong before, but now there are no problems. I'm announcing the resumption of the matchup, ladies and gentlemen, this is the real power conversation, Golossim's record-breaking single-game bet size since the start of the game......" The commentators are active again, and the TV broadcast team is busy.

In the field, Chen Mo had already stepped forward, and the bleeding at the severed hand gradually stopped, although it could be regarded as a heavy injury, but the whole person was in an unprecedented peak state.

Until now, the battle for control is still raging.

After the "fierce fire" virus was forced to the left hand, the hole in the wrist that was pierced soon did not decompose any more. The virus is like a wildfire oppressed by a strong wind, although it is swaying and about to be extinguished, it is always tenaciously condensed into a single point, and cannot be completely eliminated.

When Chen Mo was busy analyzing the Ares sequence, he exerted his strength in one fell swoop and regained control of the nerve center. The process is similar to that of a drunken man looking for a brief awakening in the whirlwind of the world, knowing that he has little time and that he will soon be recaptured by too powerful robots, so he tears off his left hand without thinking.

This is the essential difference between a person and a program, he can take all his chances, but "he" will only look for the least expensive solution through billions of calculations.

Life or death are nothing more than these two paths.

The Ares sequence constructed a virtual image several times, allowing Chen Mo to see what he was doing when he was out of control. "He" sneered silently, slamming into his crumbling line of defense like a wave of rage. Chen Mo didn't look at the girls in the audience, his whole body was trembling, he couldn't imagine that beast-like guy could be himself, and he could even do such a thing as rape.

"It's reproduction and inheritance." The cold fluctuations in the depths of his consciousness reminded him.

Chen Mo roared angrily, and his feet began to accelerate.

His dash looked like a real beast, leaning forward, a cloud of smoke rolling out behind him. Looking at the opponent who pounced like a leopard, Aoki Togami looked quite surprised, and the old man's eyes were full of light.

Static and moving, the two sides came into contact head-on after a blink of an eye.

Aoki's right hand intercepted Chen Mo's fist in the air, it was a wild and powerful punch, but something was missing. The old man was very surprised, and lightly slapped his backhand and pressed it towards Chen Mo's chest, but then he felt that his right wrist suddenly went numb, and Chen Mo lightly scratched it on the wrist vein.

Pulse cutter.

The white eagle in the stands opened his mouth as if he was about to meet the mouth explosion, and pinched his thigh. Before he could express his surprise to the robed gang around him, he saw Chen Mo pick up Aoki Dong with a large backpack in one hand and slam it forward.

It's the jiu-jitsu of the country of R.

Aoki's palm pressed into the air, and Chen Mo's back fall also failed to really knock him down. The third time he shot, Chen Mo actually used the "Iron Bolt Hengjiang" in the Thirteenth Taibao Horizontal Practice, and swept and crashed into the old man with one arm, bursting out with a dull sound.

Iron Bull was sitting in his seat and pouring wine into his mouth desperately, and he couldn't help but be dumbfounded when he saw this familiar move.

Aoki Dongshang's face has become extremely vicious, this is the kung fu that defeated him back then, although he doesn't understand how Chen Mo could have something to do with the hermit, but he was still provoked to kill to the greatest extent**.

Aoki Dongshang put out his palms together, drawing a chilling arc in the air, as if he was about to cut Chen Mo in the waist. The strange thing is that his fingertips are at least half a meter away from the other party, and he can't even talk about being next to each other.

Without any sound or warning, most of the fighting ground behind Chen Mo seemed to be blasted, and with a bang, the ground sand rose into the sky, and even the high stands trembled under this terrifying power.

The people who broke the water flow gate were all dumbfounded, and then they understood the true meaning of the three words "broken water flow". The old man's action made them realize that they were the well frog, and all they had learned so far was the fur of martial arts.

No one could see what happened next, and after the smoke and dust cleared, Chen Mo and Aoki Dongshang stood in place, not moving.

"You're one of the hermits too?" Aoki Togashi pressed his heart, exhausted.

Chen Mo shook his head.

"What kind of kung fu did you just use?" The old man asked again.

Chen Mo hesitated for a moment and replied: "Weakness strikes are actually not kung fu. ”

"Understood...... You see, there's a butterfly. The old man raised his hand, touched the front of the empty object, and gradually lost his gaze on Chen Mo, "Although your heart is burning, your body is already cold, why don't you want to rest in peace?" ”

Chen Mo's expression changed instantly, and after all, he didn't say anything, slowly straightened his body and bowed.

Aoki Togami smiled and fell down.

(To be continued)