Chapter 54 Human Experiments
The flames could not be used, and the three-layer protection against poison gas collapsed instantly, and only the remaining flames in the body made the final resistance.
In the process of the fight just now, in addition to using poison, Tucci had almost no power to fight back in the face of the summer offensive.
This gave Summer the confidence that she could beat Tucci with her physicism.
The only confusion now is how much doping Tucci used to stay awake, and it stands to reason that every punch he throws can knock him unconscious.
Summer jumped forward in two steps and came up to Tucci again, grabbed Tucci's neck with one hand, and smashed his head straight into the dirt with his fist.
Tucci gulped up blood, black blood spraying on Summer's hands, corrosive pain.
"I'll give you another ten seconds...... The last ten seconds...... You must cherish ......" Tucci lowered his head and muttered harsh words as he tried to get up, before being knocked to the ground with a punch.
is obviously weak and can't help the wind, why can he be so resistant? I'm afraid it's not just the effects of stimulants.
Summer also thought about snatching the necklace directly, but through the initial [Seventeen Punches Around the Body], I touched all over the body, and I couldn't find any trace of the necklace.
Every time I tried to explore further, I was forced back by a large amount of poison gas.
Ten seconds were pretty fast.
There was hardly a good place in Tucci's body, his facial features were twisted together, and he looked completely devoid of human appearance, and now he called the students of Class D, and nine out of ten did not recognize this as their class leader.
The eleventh second of the summer's fist failed to hit Tucci, as if it was budgeted, and it was easily dodged.
Instead, it was a huge impact that knocked Summer away, and the ribs in his chest seemed to be broken.
Where does this power come from? Several times stronger than yourself!
Summer looked at it with amazement, Tucci's right hand had recovered from a piece of paper, his muscles had swelled a few times, almost as thick as his torso, and his body proportions looked extremely incongruous.
Before dawn, when the night was at its darkest, it lost the light of the fire, and it was pitch black.
Before dawn, it is the coldest time of the day, when the dew drops, the cool breeze blows, and the leaves shiver.
This is the time when drowsiness is most intense, and it is also the time when toxins are most active.
"Hahahaha!" Tucci laughed arrogantly.
This battle made Summer feel strange from the very beginning, a person who was constantly beaten, but always calm, as if everything was under control.
Only now do I understand that this is his backhand, and he has finally been dragged into his counterattack time.
He took out a syringe from his bosom and pricked it in his chest, the green potion blending into his bloodstream.
Belch!!!
Tucci rolled his eyes, screamed uncomfortably, gulped out green liquid, and then convulsed all over his body.
The cells of the limbs grew wildly, then the body, and finally the head.
A sense of crisis came to his heart, and Summer wanted to stop it, but was slapped by Tucci.
The weak Tucci seems to have been reborn and become a different person? β¦β¦ Or is it a monster?
Tucci's body was four or five times larger, with stubby fine hair covering his body, and he had an aura similar to that of a Class A gorilla, but not so domineering, but a little more gloomy.
Like a giant humanoid mouse? That's right, and a bare tail.
Are there any rat-like creatures in the Ancients? Summer doesn't have that kind of impression, but Tucci does show the power of a primitive return.
"I said, it's easier for you to kill yourself and die." Tucci licked his palm, like some kind of delicacy, sucking up the venom that kept spilling out of his pores.
"Now, if you want to die, you can't die, I will slowly torture you and make your life worse than death." Tucci looked at his proud body, his expression brutal.
"I might as well tell you, I can only last until the moment I see the sun, but you shouldn't see the sun anymore."
The words stayed in place, and Tucci's figure disappeared from sight.
Every step made the earth shake wildly, and Tucci didn't intend to hide his breath, a thick poisonous mist followed him, but it was too fast to follow his gaze.
"How many punches did you punch me? Let's count? β
The words came from the right ear, but Tucci appeared on the left.
"First punch!" The seemingly ordinary first punch directly smashed Summer into a half-squat.
"Second punch!" In the summer, my arms went numb, and my body sank again.
"Third punch! Oops, it's empty. Tucci's face was relaxed, and he didn't use all his strength at all, allowing Summer to half-crouch and jump back, dodging.
Staring at Summer's fleeing back, Tucci followed without hurrying, seemingly moving slowly, but always close to Summer, and every punch could be easily touched.
"It's useless, don't play a game of hide and seek, after you die, I will use my special venom to turn you into ashes, and then go to Sinnoh Heavenly Port, take a boat to scatter the ashes, maybe next year today, you will be able to reach the earthly world, and it can be regarded as helping you realize your dream."
I don't want to make my dream come true like this in the summer, but it seems a little difficult to delay it until dawn.
"Fourth punch! Twenty-eight punches left! Tucci counted down and threw another punch to send Summer flying again.
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"Twenty-fourth punch! Eight punches left! β
Tucci's power became more and more domineering, and the toxins in his body began to launch a general attack on the heart, or in a few minutes, even if he was not killed by Tucci, he would die from the poisonous invasion.
In summer, his movements are sluggish, his breath is uneven, and his fair skin has turned black and brown, and he has lost his breath in the wind.
Tucci stopped chasing and said with a playful smile: "Would you like to give you a way to survive at the end?" Join my team and help me complete human experiments! β
"Human experiments?" Summer wondered, this should be forbidden by world law.
I thought that if I didn't care about it in the summer, then I would just kill the corpse and do the research, but I didn't expect the summer to be interested, which was unexpected.
Now that Summer was interested, Tucci regained a hint of his mentorship and explained, "Do you think my current strength is perfect? β
As he spoke, his hands stroked back and forth on his bare upper limbs, appreciating but slightly disappointed: "It's a pity that the duration is too short, and there is a specific time requirement." β
"Isn't your power a bloodline?" Summer wondered even more, could it be that his power came from human experiments?
Tucci shook his head, pointed to his chest, and said self-deprecatingly:
"We are all the same ordinary people, where is there such a noble thing as blood inheritance."
"Actually, I can quite understand your pain, and I thought I could make a big difference, but the upper limit of my body made me have to give up this naΓ―ve idea."
Tucci walked in step by step, like a brother with no malice and open arms.
"But there is never more than one way, for example, my current strength is another way."
"Everyone is a hard worker, why don't I help you!" Tucci muttered.