What are the benefits, of course? It's that I should be a little stronger.

Regarding this, Tang Ling found out when he trotted a few steps before - his speed became faster, so his face changed at that time.

However, this feeling was subtle, and in that situation at that time, Tang Ling couldn't verify it, let alone know how much stronger he had become.

At this time, he just wants to quickly return to the barrier of hope, actually verify it, and then use the precision instinct to come up with the most accurate answer.

Thinking about it, Tang Ling still had some excitement in his heart, obviously Worf's powerful performance once again stimulated his yearning for strength.

As far as Tang Ling himself is concerned, he is not afraid that others are much stronger than him at all, but he is afraid that his pursuit of power will easily come to an end.

Just like the human beings of the previous civilization, the boxing champion they recognized 'Sentai', at the peak of his peak, a punch of 800 kilograms was close to the limit of human beings at that time.

Thinking about it like this is quite boring for Tang Ling, although the human beings of the pre-civilization value the power of foreign objects brought by science and technology more than their own development.

There was still a vague sweet smell wafting through the air, and after Wolf shouted, he paused for less than three minutes before abruptly leaving the battlefield.

Tang Ling, who had quietly climbed to the top of the slope, naturally saw the departing 'meteor', but he didn't think that Wolf's shout had not been answered, after all, the strong man has his dignity, if he didn't get a certain tacit answer, how could he leave silently?

And the answer was directly 'presented' after Tang Ling turned over the top of the slope, those beasts, corpses and mutated insects who were frantically besieging the Ten Thousand Energy Stones actually showed a lazy and drowsy appearance, and then they all scattered in all directions.

This made Tang Ling extremely shocked, what kind of means is this? What is the point of the 'enemy' who can still control this battlefield, if the Hope Barrier has mastered such a means?

On the battlefield, the twenty Purple Moon warriors who were responsible for protecting the Ten Thousand Energy Stones also stopped, and each stood around the Ten Thousand Energy Stone with their weapons on their backs.

They did not chase and kill those departing 'enemies', thinking that this so-called sleepiness also made these 'enemies' instinctively feel the danger, so they would leave, if they took the opportunity to kill at this time, it would really lead to a big war.

In the face of such a result, the Hope Barrier once again erupted in cheers, and the majesty of Wolf as the lord of the city undoubtedly deepened a little more in the hearts of the people.

But Tang Ling was thinking, such a situation, could it be... Does it have something to do with the smell of sweetness in the air?

This should be the only explanation, and the means of control must be relied on to make such a big war stop instantly.

If it is really the same as I deduced, then how terrible is the enemy facing Security Zone 17? How precarious is this situation?

Besides, it seems that I have fallen into it... Tang Ling carefully analyzed all kinds of clues, although he couldn't get the truth yet, but the 'black hands' against him had a faint connection with the opponents of the No. 17 security zone, which was still certain.

The sense of crisis, a huge sense of crisis was deeply implanted in Tang Ling's heart, and he had to strive to improve himself quickly in a limited time.

At this time, many searchlights in the warehouse area were extinguished, and the war was over, and the mission to the warehouse area must have failed, and the searchlights left there had no effect.

The surroundings became dark again, and Tang Ling also stood up under the cover of the night, he couldn't wait to give it a try, try to see how much he had grown this time.

This steep and low slope is undoubtedly the best testing ground.

It is close to the crack, and if it sprints at the limit of speed, then it must use extreme control to stabilize the body so as not to fall into the crack, which is not only a test of speed, but also a huge test of nerve reflexes.

Tang Ling had great confidence in his nervous reaction speed, and the only thing he had been troubled about all this time was that he had not been able to measure it very well.

"So be it, although it is not as accurate as the instrument to measure the speed of neural reactions, but you can also get a general idea." Tang Ling thought so, and then took a deep breath.

Facing the whistling evening breeze, he sprinted down the steep hill with his fastest speed.

At the speed of the limit, the vertical height of the hill is about 50 meters, and the slope distance is probably not more than 70 meters according to the simplest Pythagorean theorem, and the most rough calculation is done, not to mention that the slope is so steep, almost vertical.

Tang Ling sprinted to the bottom of the slope in less than 3 seconds.

And the precision instinct has already told Tang Ling the most accurate data, he took 2.2 seconds to run a distance of 62 meters, so now his 100-meter speed has reached an astonishing 3.55 seconds.

When measured for the first time, Tang Ling's running distance per second was 18.18 meters.

A piece of fierce beast meat, coupled with the training, life and growth in the first reserve camp, increased Tang Ling's running distance by nearly one-third, to about 24 meters per second.

Today, with not-so-rigorous calculations, the distance traveled per second is 28.18 meters. Even if you exclude the effect of acceleration from a steep slope, the distance of this run will not be more than 1 meter.

After all, acceleration is affected by time, and it only took 2.2 seconds to rush down.

How much improvement can a crystal bring? Or is it mixed with himself after a big battle, but also helped bring some improvements?

Tang Ling's mind flashed countless thoughts in an instant, at such a extreme speed, he had to control his body in the most timely manner, and then stop.

Out of confidence in himself, Tang Ling chose the closest part of the steep slope to the crack, and the bottom of the slope was only a little more than 1 meter away from the crack.

'Brush', just when he was less than 60 centimeters away from the crack, Tang Ling stopped his body perfectly, because the speed of the pause was too fast, and the sound of breaking wind sounded on his side.

This result made Tang Ling extremely satisfied, if he used to be at the same level, it was estimated that he needed to go to the very edge of the crack in order to barely stabilize his body.

However, Tang Ling didn't have time to be happy, and at this time, the crack that made people feel extremely uncomfortable suddenly made a small shock.

Tang Ling's body, which had just stopped, shook a few times unconsciously, and he staggered two steps towards the crack before he barely stabilized his body.

At this time, the purple moon seemed to become a little hazy.

Tang Ling was half-kneeling, supporting his body with one hand, and was about to stand up.

The wind, softening a little, gently blew through the cracks.

Suddenly, the crack shook slightly, and a huge face stretched out from the crack, staring at Tang Ling, who subconsciously looked up to see what was happening.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

As long as Tang Ling was awake, his brain was full of all kinds of thoughts and calculation data all the time, and there was a brief blank.

"What's that?" This is the only thought in Tang Ling's heart, the face in front of him.... This face in front of you!! Is it human? Is it a corpse?

Neither! It doesn't have the gray eyes that are characteristic of corpses, and besides, the corpses can still be seen to be human except for their eyes and decay.

The face in front of him can only be said to resemble a human, but it is not a human at all.

Tang Ling just rolled his eyes, and the face he faced also rolled his eyes...

The next moment, Tang Ling no longer looked at that face carefully at all, but swooped down towards this face in this half-kneeling position.

His head hit the front teeth of the giant face, but at the same time, he never used the one hanging from his waist, and the remaining grenade was also in his hand, and he bit off the pull ring and stuffed it into the open mouth of the giant face.

"Damn, you're scary." Tang Ling rolled and rolled to the side, his rapidly changing posture, even if Tang Ling's control of his body was so good, he could only barely control the direction.

He almost fell into the crack, but managed to hold his body steady.

At this moment, the huge face let out a strong vibration, and from its mouth burst out of the mouth with flesh mixed with fangs...

The flesh was an eerie orange-red color, flying in all directions, and as soon as it landed, it made a 'ziz' sound, like sparks falling to the ground.

A few of these drops inevitably splattered onto Tang Ling's body, only to burn out a few small holes in Tang Ling's regular combat uniform in an instant.

It was also at this moment that the giant face turned its head to look at Tang Ling again, with a huge anger in his eyes.

"Not dead?" Tang Ling was incredulous, almost without thinking about it, he got up and ran in the other direction.

The crack kept vibrating slightly behind Tang Ling, Tang Ling didn't look back at all, and he knew with his ass that it must have crawled out of the giant-faced monster.

"Tang Ling, Tang Ling..."At this time, Tang Ling heard someone behind him calling his name.

Damn, Lao Tzu is so famous? Crawl out of the crack and know what I know?

Tang Ling's scalp was fried, he actually didn't want to be so unfriendly, as soon as they met, he would 'reward' that giant-faced monster and a grenade to eat.

Shouldn't you say hello anyway?

But Tang Ling couldn't explain why, when he saw that huge face, there was an instinctive disgust and hostility in his bones.

"Tang Ling, Tang..."The voice behind him was still calling Tang Ling's name, already with a bit of exhaustion and weakness.

But how does it sound familiar?

In more than three seconds, Tang Ling had already run out for a distance, and the voice behind him was obviously quieter, but this familiarity made Tang Ling entangled in his heart, and he couldn't help but glance back.

"What the hell!" Just by glancing at Tang Ling, he couldn't help but exclaim, through the moonlight, he could see that most of the giant face monster's body had crawled out of the cracks, but it was estimated that the injury was too serious to hold on.

So it hung eerily on the edge of the crack, its hot blood flowing everywhere, causing a huge mist to evaporate around its corpse.

In this hazy mist, Tang Ling vaguely saw that there was something struggling on the monster's huge back.

If you guessed correctly, the sound came from what the monster was carrying.

"Monster cubs?" Tang Ling swallowed a mouthful of saliva, making such a guess in his heart, but at the same time stopped.

Do you want to risk capturing this suspected monster cub back to the Barrier of Hope? Maybe there is a huge research value.

When Tang Ling, who was in action, was thinking like this, the whole person had actually walked towards the monster cautiously.

He was sure that he didn't know any monsters with cubs, and it was probably the cub's special abilities, after all, in this era, all kinds of messy special abilities were not impossible.

The fog is getting thicker, with a strong smell of sulfur and extremely high temperatures.

Tang Ling endured the pungent smell and uncomfortable temperature, and had already approached the corpse of the giant-faced monster again.

Here, the fog became even thicker, and he could barely see his five fingers, Tang Ling's eyesight was excellent, and he could only vaguely see the vague position of the cub on the back of the monster's shriveled corpse.

With a wave of his hand, Tang Ling grabbed the wolf bite in his hand, thought about it, and replaced it with a finger tiger.

Maybe a living monster cub is more valuable, he doesn't feel reckless, after all, how strong can a monster that can be easily killed by a grenade? And its cubs?

Thinking of this, Tang Ling confirmed his position again, rushed over with a howl, grabbed the shadow that was still struggling and beat it hard.

"Ahh

"You're going to learn how to curse?" Tang Ling's fist rained down.

"I'm X, Tang Ling, you..."

"Grandpa's name is your name? Monster cubs? Tang Ling viciously didn't spare his hand, he just felt that this monster cub was too hard, why did he punch so much, and he was still alive.

But Tang Ling is not worried, there is such a big fog here, such a big change, I hope that the barrier will soon send someone to investigate, before this, he Tang Ling wants to grab the first credit, right? Catch a monster cub with the 'Parrot' ability.

"Lao Tzu is a flying dragon." In the interval between Tang Ling's fists falling, the monster cub finally seized the time and roared quickly.

"Heh, who's Wyvern? Flying Pigs are useless. Tang Ling punched again, and was suddenly stunned.

It's over, it's too much fun, and I didn't react to the name Wyvern for a while.

In fact, this can't be blamed on Tang Ling, he only had contact with the flying dragon twice, and this flying dragon disappeared without a trace...

"Untie the rope for me first, and I won't bother with you." Feilong inhaled the cool air, and had actually made up his mind a long time ago, once he broke free from the restraints, he would definitely find a reason to beat Tang Ling.

This kid... It's just that I haven't seen it for almost a month, why has my fists become so hard, and it still hurts a little.

Tang Ling blinked... Dragon? Captain of the Purple Moon Warriors? He's on the back of a monster? I wonder if pretending to have amnesia now will work?

Or pretending that he is not Tang Ling at all, but in fact Yu is pretending to be Tang Ling? Well, Yu's family used high technology to do it, such as the pre-civilization plastic surgery, because they felt that Tang Ling's appearance was the most standard appearance of human beings...

"Tang Ling, if you don't hurry up. When this guy's body comes out, we're all going to die. The wyvern was a little anxious, and roared loudly and solemnly.

With a 'snap', a bright light flashed across the face of the flying dragon, and Tang Ling extinguished the small flashlight, after confirming that it was really a flying dragon.

Without hesitation, he began to quickly untie the ropes that bound the monster to the wyvern.

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