The first step to becoming a berserker is to hypnotize yourself.

In Qiao Jingfu's martial arts novel "Poetry of Martial Arts", there was a method of "borrowing photos".

To put it simply, it is to imagine a picture in your mind and use this special picture to reach your highest potential.

For example, in "Poetry of Martial Arts", the young Qingcheng faction swordsman once used the method of "burning his body with fire" to imagine a raging fire burning behind him, so that his body had a stress response and quickly rushed forward.

In the comics of "Saint Seiya", Seiya Zilong is behind the move of Tianma Tianlong, and I think it is similar to the method of borrowing the phase.

I don't know if runners like Liu Xiang and Usain Bolt used the method of borrowing photos during the race, imagining that there was a lion behind them or something.

Since I'm going to turn on Berserker mode, my borrowing method naturally has to be related to Berserker.

First of all, I would imagine an endless mountain of blood corpses, with swords, howling winds, and a salty smell that goes straight to my mouth and nose.

Then, repeat the following lines in your head:

"Pain! Crazy! Destroy! ”

"The Viking Brave Makes ...... by the North Wind"

"Valhalla's Ragnarok!"

"Kusanagi Kyo, let's take my life!"

"Wow hahahahaha

Usually these lines are secretly played in my head, but it is not excluded that occasionally I am too immersed and unconsciously shouted out.

Whether I've shouted it or not, whenever I use Berserker Mode, enemies will quickly rain down on extremely weird and frantic attacks.

Sometimes when I regain my composure, I don't even know how they were knocked down by me.

I never use Berserker mode in front of Captain Guo Songtao, if he accidentally hears my lines in my head, it will be super embarrassing.

That said, Berserker mode was originally a secret weapon to use against the Overlord.

It's a pity that it won't be used in the future.

Thinking about it made me even more depressed.

Depression turned to anger, and anger gave birth to madness.

Fortunately, I'm in Deep Berserker mode.

The little ruffian who looked like a roe deer and first said that he wanted to flirt with his school sister leaned over to me.

I knew at a casual glance that he was the weakest one of them, and the reason why he dared to come first was probably because he felt that he was outnumbered and wanted to act presumptuously in front of his accomplices.

"You're really not afraid of death, are you? Wait for us—"

He raised his hand in a motion that would slap me.

"......Grid-Bill-T

The strange sound coming out of my mouth froze him.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? You-"

I slammed my hand, my fingers like hooks, and grabbed him in the face.

Although he wanted to break free, how could the five fingers of my right hand be like iron tongs so easily?

His accomplices tensed, but I couldn't make out the expressions on their faces.

My visual system was clouded with a layer of blood red.

Destroy all things visible and invisible.

Pull back your right hand while raising your knee and slam him down on the lower abdomen!

His face was immediately distorted and distorted, like a pinched tomato.

He wasn't tall, and this time he got his feet off the ground and his body was in the air.

Before he could fall backwards, I reached out and grabbed the jacket on his chest with both hands, twisted it with brute force, and turned his entire body sideways.

The two accomplices who ran from behind him to help were shocked.

I spat at the roe deer and gave him a kick in the chest!

"Whew" flew out and slammed into the two accomplices behind him.

Without giving them any respite, I jumped over and smirked at the two accomplices who had been smashed to the ground, grabbed them by the neck, and punched each in the chin.

Ah, I still have a little sense, but I just grazed the peripheral nerves in their jaws with an uppercut, causing them to roll their eyes and pass out.

If you add 20% of the force, the concussion is considered light, and maybe the whole chin will be crooked to the back of the head.

Sure enough, it's because the three of them are too weak.

Berserker mode is stronger when it is stronger, and the greater the threat, the more furious it becomes.

Seeing that I had killed three of his men in an instant, the ruffian who had been leaning on the pier and watching could not stand still.

He was about to come to me, but the cap shouted, "Boss, don't make a move, watch me clean him up......"

Before the word "he" could be fully spoken, I had already swooped in front of the cap like a storm, and stretched out my right hand to pull his hair.

What I am most afraid of in a fight is to be grabbed by others, you are a big man with such long hair, don't I feel sorry for the conscience of heaven and earth?

Unexpectedly, the cap was not slow to react, he was short enough to avoid my hair tugging, leaned around, and kicked my calf, hoping to make me lose my balance.

A bit of a whip leg in martial arts, Jiashi, may have practiced it before.

Unfortunately, I just felt a little pain.

It's nothing compared to the pain that Xiaobawang left in the depths of my soul.

And in Berserker mode, the more you take damage, the more furious you become.

"Well kicked! Again! Again!! ”

The cap was frightened enough by the hideous expression on my face, and had the heart to back down, and boasted about Haikou in front of the boss before.

I don't care what he thinks!

Inferior creatures! What do you think it has to do with me!

I rushed forward again, and the line of attack was simple and rough.

rushed up like a storm and reached out to grab his face.

The cap was afraid of being met like a roe deer, and hurriedly tried to dodge.

But judging by the way he dodged my attack last time, I probably knew that this time he would dodge in the direction behind Xiangyou.

It's not that I'm smart when I fight, it's that once I turn myself into a bloodthirsty monster, I have the instinct to be a monster.

Sure enough! He's still hiding in the same direction!

I snorted, swept my legs, and kicked the back of the cap.

The cap screamed and flew up and fell down the slope of the embankment.

The slope is planted with flowers and plants, which is equivalent to a flower garden, and I am not worried about him falling to his death.

My fear is that he didn't fall hard enough.

While the cap was still in the air for a while, I trotted down the slope for two steps, aimed at the approximate landing point of the cap, jumped into the air, grabbed the hair on the back of his head with one hand, and then sank his weight, causing him to fall face down on the grass.

My hand continued to exert force.

"Y-What are you going to do!?"

Caps were shocked.

I ignored him, pressed his face against the turf, and went down the slope, dragging him like a weedwer to the bottom of the slope.

Punch the back and make up for an elbow!

All kinds of herbs smashed into his face, and he whimpered and didn't know what he was shouting, and finally his face was covered in blood and he didn't move.

I climbed the slope again and looked at the head of the ruffian standing on the height.

His face was covered in sweat, and the cigarette butt in his mouth had fallen to the ground.

"Who are you—who are you?"

He asked me with a trembling voice.

I don't know where I am, but from this point of view, the time I came to save the torture star, the little gangster who called me "Boss Ye" was quite wise.

Berserker mode has been taking so long that I seem to have lost my ability to speak.

I had to respond to him with a sinister smile on his face.

The ruffian swallowed and pulled a dagger from the compartment of his jacket.

In the faint moonlight, the light reflected by the dagger was eye-catching.

I continued to smirk.

Lang has spent your good physique! Little Boss-kun!

If you fight me fairly like a cap, you might be able to make it through a few rounds.

Once you take out the knife, you are already psychologically admitting that you are a weakling.

Your momentum, completely decayed, like gray smoke.

Moreover, the dagger is not Guan Erye's broadsword, and its bonus to attack range is limited.

What's more, once you use the dagger, the attack means become particularly singular.

If you always want to rely on the dagger to make a decisive blow, you will limit your hands and feet and turn yourself into a fool.

"Grid-Bill......"

My mouth continued to make meaningless sounds.

Sudden attack!

Without any fear, he almost slammed his chest directly into the dagger in his hand!

His face was as white as paper, and he reflexively stabbed him.

Such an easily predictable response, such an easily predictable route.

I flew up and kicked the dagger in his hand with ease.

My dad once comforted me that my legs weren't as short as I thought they were.

Maybe it's really not that short.

The loss of the head of the ruffian with the dagger is equivalent to the loss of his Zuihou courage.

He twisted his heel to run away, but I grabbed the back of his jacket.

A knife slashed at his neck.

His whole tongue came out.

Although when you bullied my younger brother and sister just now, you stood next to you and didn't do anything.

But regardless of whether you came up with the idea of bullying people or not, as their boss, you will not escape the blame for your lax discipline.

With this in mind, I grabbed the garment and pulled him down the slope.

He immediately knew what I wanted to do, and he struggled desperately for fear of being treated like a cap.

is worthy of being a small boss, and he has the strength to do it.

It seems that it is not practical to use the weeder again.

Raise your eyes to see the piers of the river bridge next to it, although the large pillars poured with cement have been over the years and have a little cracks, they are absolutely strong, and there is no problem with the train crossing the bridge every day.

I turned the direction under my hand and directly threw the little boss Jun on the pier.

He didn't sit still, he actually held the bridge pier with both hands and bounced himself back.

I gave him a kick in the ass.

With a bang, it slammed into the pier.

It's not dizzy yet, it's quite durable.

I pounced on him and slammed the side of my body into his back.

Iron Mountain! Although I only learned it from fighting games, I have already mastered the mysteries in real fighting!

Once, twice, three times!

His eyes were glazed and he slid down the pier.

The sea of blood in my heart has not yet subsided.

Gotta calm down and get out of here.

Although there are few pedestrians at this time, if you meet the police patrolling the night, it is not clear.

Not good, a little urgency.