"Haoran, do you know what the basic qualities of a team member are? In other words, an abstract and vague concept, what should they do? The wind outside the window gently caressed the dense branches and leaves, and Su Han smiled and asked the young man's Haoran.

"How do I know about this kind of thing? Uncle, do you have the so-called 'experience' or something that you have explored? Haoran knows that his uncle Su Han likes to explore the most perfect teaching methods, and likes to give his experience to his students through classes, and he has been exposed to it since he was a child.

"Well, I just thought of it from a recent club event, and then I asked myself such a question." Su Han said with a smile.

Sure enough, a row of black lines appeared on Xiao Haoran's forehead, and his uncle's interests were very strange: reading, observing, thinking, writing, and of course, walking. "How did you answer that question?" Xiao Haoran was aroused by curiosity.

"Listen, Haoran, here's how I'm trying to answer: do the right action at the right time and in the right place with the right goal, the four 'right'." Su Han raised a finger every time he said it, he never liked to say it all the time, and he used the word "try", which didn't seem to be the absolute answer.

"And what about the captain, the leader of a team, what is he going to do?" Haoran then asked by inference.

"I'm talking about a team, Haoran, the leader's words, isn't it the same, it's just another word......" Su Han lightly knocked Haoran's head.

"Huh?! Is it the right order to the right player in the right place at the right time? Haoran reacted quickly.

"Yes, if the team can do this, I'm afraid it's already at the international level, right?" Su Han had spoken, and there were few revisions, and this sentence was just shelved in a corner of Haoran's memory.

(But ah, Su Han, how many people can really think of your ideological realm?) As an uncle, you have paid me a lot more education than my father, your way of thinking, your world view, your outlook on life, your values, your vision, are all imperceptibly influencing yourself! Haoran was distracted and recalled the fragments of the past that were shelved in a corner of his memory, how beautiful his past life was, but he didn't cherish it, no, he didn't have the strength to protect it, and he swore countless times and countless times that "it won't be like this from now on", and in the end it was still useless......

The young man looked up, his gloomy face was no longer in touch with the sun, and he swore for the last time: never again! Su Han, you still have a prediction: there is no absolute "right", if someone does not realize what they should do, as a leader, it is obliged to let them know!

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"Drink-" Rost kept the [Yanlong Sword] in his hand, but he didn't release the [Yanlongpo], he completely relied on brute force to fight, every time he wielded it, the scorching heat seemed to ignite the air he breathed, and every breath was filled with the smell of ashes, dryness, and scalding.

Zheng Zha felt as if the machete he was holding in his hand was about to roast his hand, and the unbearable heat was completely spelled out with Rost's [Yanlong Sword], "Bang-dang-" The hand has always been red and swollen, and the blood inside wants to boil, and the strong recovery power of the blood clan makes Zheng Zha's hand ignore Hu Ke to maintain a state of recovery, and the blister is no longer a blister, but becomes a blood blister.

What supports Zheng Zhe's belief in fighting is revenge! Anyone involved in Lori's death, whether directly or indirectly, is going to die, Reinhardt, right? hijacked Luo Li when he first arrived, and the accomplice Nica Yabin was killed by Haoran's bastard (Chu Xuan hasn't explained to Zheng Zhe yet), one of the main culprits, Rost, who provoked the power dispute of the demon team, is still alive in front of his eyes, and he must not die before defeating Haoran!

"Stupid dog Zheng Zha, don't you realize that you were used as a gun?" Rost squeezed out the time to fight, teased Zheng Zha, and said calmly. Hey, are animals still in their primitive state? What a hard braincase! Rost bared his teeth to wipe the blood from his forehead, unaware that he had been injured by a head collision.

"I have nothing to say to you! You don't mean anything to me, Rost, I'm going to kill you here today! Zheng Zha yelled at the centipede scar.

"Haha, sad yellow-skinned monkey, it's just a matter of not measuring yourself, and the death is unknown." As if he had heard a joke, Rost laughed out loud in the battle at this moment, "The sword in my hand will make your body feel the difference in strength, and I, I will make you die clearly!" Combo Technique: Flame Arc Slash! Rost suddenly released all the accumulated power in his hand, and a huge flame sword qi swept out directly! This doesn't look like a vindictive attack at all, but like an energy weapon! "Die a painful death in this all-consuming flame!"

What the!? Okay, it's so big, this flame sword qi is at least ten meters wide! Can you hide? No, it can't be! Are you going to die here? Li'er, Li'er, thinking of the girl who was sleeping forever in the ice coffin in the basement of her room, Zheng Zhe's sense of powerlessness in her heart expanded infinitely, and she still had revenge unavenged! How could you, how could you fall at this moment?! Uhh——!h The struggle in his heart, the twisted pain, Zheng Zhe once again entered a wonderful state after the second order of the gene lock at this moment, and the vigorous back of a handsome long-haired guy suddenly appeared in his mind, and his attention gradually shifted, that treacherous pace, that one-hit killing edge, and the transformation of all the owner's thoughts had been transformed before the arrival of the flame sword qi!

“over！” Rost bit his cigar and watched his masterpiece sweep towards Zheng Zhe devastatingly, the rapid crackling sound of bursting and burning, the smell of burning around him was instantly filled, the dampness of this freshly rained forest was completely like a decoration and embellishment, completely unable to stop the ignition of everything, and the place where the sword slashed was burning! It's decided, just rely on this trick to kill all the way to the end, justice, even you, you won't be able to resist! Hmph~haha~

"Die!" After the flames swept through, the [Flame Dragon Sword] returned to the appearance of a flame-toned greatsword, and before he could catch his breath, Rost heard a sudden explosion in his ears, and along with this roar, a blood-red machete that broke through the flames suddenly appeared in his field of vision. Rost reacted quickly and slammed directly into the machete, "Dang——! ”

How is it possible, how did this guy not die in his own nirvana? Ross took a closer look and found that the remaining burning flames on Zheng Zha's body were not orange, but the color of blood, this is, blood inflammation?! Driving the flames released by the Bloodline's energy?

Does the blood inflammation resist the high temperature, hehe, it's a beautiful life-saving method. In this way, the power of the combined skills has dropped by half, and the body is only bearing the impact of the sword wave, with the body of the mutated double B, it is not a problem to resist the [Arc Slash] at all, can it cause fatal injuries? At most, it's just a skin injury, right? You can't react to these with your original strength alone, and sure enough, Zheng Zha, your progress is really too fast, and now you are in the third order of the gene lock!

The third order of the gene lock is very special, it should be said that the gene lock at each stage is very special, and this adaptable super power system is worthy of being the trump card of human beings. The third order of gene lock, which is related to the brain, is the further release of the genetic level information gathered by the subconscious for millions of years of human beings. The human brain, or telencephalon, is made up of 14 billion brain cells, each of which grows 20,000 dendritic dendrites that are used to calculate information. The human brain "computer" far surpasses the most powerful computers in the world. Human beings have studied the brain for 2,500 years, but only a few percent of their own brains have been developed and utilized. However, from the third level, the subconscious mind will continue to develop brain regions, and the third order of liberating gene locks is characterized by the improvement of thinking and computing ability and the ability to simulate. Compared with the qualitative leap of spiritual power, the third order of ordinary gene lock also has a good resistance to spiritual skills.

In other words, Haoran's mental abilities and skills will be diminished, or even rarely resisted. It doesn't matter, there is still one person who stays at the second order of the gene lock, and that's enough!

"Rost, from now on, your flame skills don't work for me!" Zheng Zhe said this, full of belief in killing. The force that pressed Rost was also getting stronger and stronger, and the blade of the knife, which had already tasted blood, cut through Rost's combat uniform on the shoulder, and a line of blood condensed into beads of blood dripping down the hilt.

Damn, damn, being taunted by a hybrid of a wild dog and a yellow-skinned monkey, Rost was furious, "Even if you don't use the [Yanlong Break] of the Yanlong Sword, with the strength of your sword, you can still withstand a few white-knuckle battles?" It's just Jason's trophy, at best a C weapon, how can it be as sharp as a B-grade weapon? "I still have a fighting spirit! With Zheng Zha, he can definitely kill him!

(What if I want Zheng Zhe to kill you?) The two places watched the battle of the two in their own way, and a large invisible hand shrouded the fate of the two in the battle.

Zheng Zhe really has an indomitable momentum when he fights, and he is ruthless regardless of the consequences, and this consequence is either you die or I die. The blood inflammation of the whole body was burning on the surface of the body, and the blood-red machete in his hand was red like blood condensed, but Zheng Zhe was stepping on a light step at the moment and fighting with Rost, "When-" "Puff-" "When-" "Puff-" This kind of play makes Rost feel extremely aggrieved, and he can't get out of the fire, and he can't show his strength at all.

"It feels, huh? Like someone. "Rost was scratched several times and bled a little before he began to overlap Zheng Zhe in front of him and the blurred figure in his mind, deceitful, is it the killing god?! Did Zhao Weikong guide Zheng Zhe? "I've been bitten by your teeth a few times, I'm really irritable, Zheng Zha!" Rost's patience finally reached a limit, and he felt like he was about to lose his cool at any time, every time he was beaten, every time he was beaten, and after a few times, he finally couldn't bear it. "Don't underestimate Lao Tzu!! Fighting spirits explode! Drink!! With Rost as the center, a strong fighting spirit erupted violently, and the air flow seemed to blow everything away!

"Hmm!" This indiscriminate attack made Zheng Zhe, who wanted to win with speed skills, unable to defend himself, this is the second time! Zheng Zha's blood inflammation seemed to be blown out, and he fell backwards with the wind, and subconsciously chose to quickly dodge. This kind of fighting spirit burst out without warning, but looking at Rost's consumption and panting, it should not be able to be used many times in a row.

"Huhu~ Finally get rid of you mad dog......" Rost can now open and close again, swinging the attack of the two-handed giant sword. In vain, I thought it was Zhao Fukong, but it was just a similar appearance, haha, laughing to death! ”

Rost hasn't realized that this is another evolution of the gene lock, Zheng Zha is imitating Zhao Fukong, so far I have only seen Zhao Fukong's random shot in "Black Friday 2", and the immature imitation of the strength that is not fully reflected is not enough, which can't defeat Rost. If you want to defeat him, if you want to defeat him, you can only ...... Biting the tip of his tongue and forcing himself, a young man's figure appeared in Zheng Zhe's mind, "Death——! ”

"???"

"Ding ——!"

This is incredible! it! Haoran, who was watching the battle with his eyes closed, was startled, when did this kid Zheng Zhe learn? Zhao Weikong too, they have only seen themselves perform it once, and they have all learned it all at once by using the imitation ability of the third order of the gene lock! [Six Swords] was originally a by-product of Haoran's experiment on whether the power system of other worlds can also be directly cast in "Infinite Terror", and when the principle is known, he really figured out that the sword technique can be practiced, and the savings portrayed by this benefit are not much to say.

"Hmph, hehaha-" The two-handed greatsword parried a blood-red machete, "Is it the bastard's routine now?" You hate him so much, but you learn from him for strength, haha, sarcasm, sarcasm! But you seem to have forgotten that I cracked this trick when I was fighting him! ”

"I will not hesitate to fall for the sake of power, Rost, I will tell you that I and Haoran are different!" Just when Rost thought he was parrying Zheng Zha's machete, Zheng Zha's wrist suddenly reversed, and the blade was horizontally stabbed into Rost's left shoulder along the slanted blade, "Poof-"

"Woo~!" How is it possible, how is it possible? How does the body allow this kind of injury to happen? I obviously watched his small movements, why, why, why didn't I react in time? [Spiritual Imprint: Separation of Body and Mind]: The difference between the visual gene lock and mental power delays the transmission of information to the target's brain! "Drink-" This attack aroused Rost's bloodiness, tightening his muscles, and before Zheng Zha's time to pull out the blade, Rost quickly raised the [Yanlong Sword], "Ding-" There was a crisp sound of metal breaking, and the machete was split in two from the middle!

Machete, broken?! Zheng Zha saw the blade breaking, heard a crisp sound, and before he could come back to his senses, Rost struck with all his might, this was not over, he didn't care so much, the [Yanlong Sword] that was picked up was used as a beat, covering Zheng Zha's right cheek and directly savagely called out from right to left, "Slap-"

In the illusion, Zheng Zhe felt that the muscles on the right side of his face had been brushed off, and the strong bombardment of the spine seemed to be "quacking" several times in a row, was it fractured or was the skull broken? These distracting thoughts were accompanied by a burst of dizziness, and Zheng Zhe was shot out!

"Huhu ......" looked down at the injury on his left shoulder, the blade was deep into the flesh and bones, and the blood flowed outwards vigorously, Rost felt that he could not swing the sword with both hands as he wanted, and the other ending of this battle, death, appeared in his mind. Will you die? Or is it being designed to die? Could it be that their own injuries ...... To Rost's great surprise, Zheng Zhe, who was slapped away, stood up tenaciously again with his back to Rost.

"We were designed by Haoran, Zheng Zha!" Rost burst out of nowhere.

After hearing this, Zheng Zhe still covered his right face with his back to Rost and didn't know what to think, and it took a long time to turn around, "Are you afraid of being killed by me, Rost?" The right side of his face is still alive, but he is unconscious.

"Save your own strength, and use your hand to cut me off, no, and Reinhardt." Rost bit his cigar, and the smoke he exhaled seemed to be stained blood red, "Originally, I didn't have this idea, but now your strength seems to prove it......"

"Don't have any illusions about cooperation, Rost!" Zheng Zha cut him off, "Reinhardt's death was because he wanted to absorb me, but I was counter-absorbed!" He, you, and Haoran are all my targets! My blood will not be shed in vain! When Zheng Zha said this, he slowly put down his right hand, and the slap was full of blood! Immediately after, the blood was still wriggling, condensing, and aggregating as if it were alive, and finally, a small bat appeared on Zheng Zhe's palm, "Squeak-" In Zheng Zhe's indifferent eyes, the bat quickly rushed towards Rost with a suicidal burning blood flame!

This kind of attack, Lao Tzu will ...... it at once! "Puff-poof-poof-" The battle changed rapidly, Rost's eyes widened in disbelief, the posture of holding the sword with both hands had just been set, and the mini bat hit the blade with a "snort~", but he was bitten by three huge bats!! The major artery of the neck, the trunk artery of the brachiocephalus, the left subclavian artery, the sharp teeth pierce the muscles! From these arteries, blood is rapidly draining! It turned out that this was his battle plan? Reinhardt, no, Zhengzha!

"Poof——! The broken blade, the right hand holds the left hand, and it is fierce. Inserted into the chest of the white man and pierced the heart! "Uh......h The ...... of blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, and the cigar could no longer be bitten, and it bounced to the ground.

"Huh-" quickly pulled out the blade, the wound on his chest was like a fountain, and the blood gushed endlessly, splashing Zheng Zhe's body at zero distance.

After Niga Yabin and Reinhardt, is it finally their turn? "Hahahahahaha-" Rost's laughter seemed to spit out the air in his lungs, the sorrow resounded and stretched, looking at Zheng Zhe, who was swollen on the right side of his face, his eyes were full of pity and sorrow, "Zheng Zha, you are blinded by hatred, I can't imagine that I will be planted on your hands in this state, cough ~ cough ~ poof~ This is not providence, it is man-made!" Reinhardt and I are waiting for you below, and soon, hum, hahahaha......" The big white man slowly collapsed in his own arrogant and sad laughter.

"The Demon Team has killed a team member, lost a point, and currently has zero points......"

The three bats flew up and rushed towards Zheng Zhe, each impact directly turned into blood and entered Zheng Zhe's body, and Zheng Zhe also shook backwards, left, and right. Zheng Zha, who was hunched over and lowered his head and his hands were naturally drooping, suddenly burst out with a stronger momentum after being silent for a few seconds, "Oh oh yes oh The injuries on the body were quickly restored to the naked eye in this burning blood flame, and soon, only a centipede scar was left on the face!

Striding forward, Zheng Zha casually discarded the half of the blood-red machete in his left hand, which was useless, and then, holding the [Yanlong Sword] with his right hand, pulled it out with one hand! The blood flame burned from the hilt of the sword along the sword body to the tip of the sword, and the flame hue of the "coax~" [Yan Dragon Sword] changed to the color of the blood flame in this instant!

"Beep-beep——! Beep – Beep——! At this time, the communicator on Rost's corpse rang, Zheng Zha grabbed the blood flame, and there was an extremely calm call from the communicator:

"Hey, Zheng Zha, I'm Chu Xuan!"