Martial arts are another superhuman system that is different from those who are capable. If the capable person is the product of natural evolution, then the martial artist is the crystallization of human struggle. The first well-documented martial arts surgery took place in Nanjing, Green Island, in June 27, and the experimenters of the Nanjing Institute of Human Potential successfully obtained the strength and nerve reaction speed equivalent to that of a first-order ability. The results shocked the world, and in the following three months, more than 3,000 martial arts surgeries were performed on the island, with a success rate of less than 20%, 45% of the losers lost the possibility of reoperation, 35% were paralyzed, and the rest died on the operating table. In order to curb this blind racial suicide, the predecessor of the Huaxia Alliance, the Huaxia Ethnic Freemasonry, proposed that the surgical licensing rights be returned to the government, and chose the 17th Army stationed in Beijing, which was composed entirely of Chinese children at that time, as the only surgical licensing unit, which was the predecessor of the Futu Regiment. After Greenwich was discovered, modeled after Gael. The Nanjing Institute of Human Potential called the four theoretical surgeries the first to the fourth order, and focused on the fifth order theoretical framework, which was completed in IC57. Later comparative data also found that the physical conditions of the warriors who completed the transformation were basically the same as those of the same rank, and this class division was determined. Martial artists above the third order will awaken some talents with similar abilities, and the energy intensity of the third order is roughly similar to level 4 of the ability, and the fourth order corresponds to level 7. There have been no successful fifth-order surgeries in history, so no one knows whether fifth-order martial artists can gain the ability to fly freely in the same way as third-order abilities.

- "Creation of the Gods" IC99, Gu Ming

Today's encounter made Nalan Hao irrepressibly think of a sentence, driving the dog into the poor alley, he didn't like this idea, because obviously, he was the dog.

With 8 years of experience as a lone thief and 5 years of experience in the Grand Theft Troupe, he is a veteran illegal person who relies on his ability to earn profits for himself in exchange for a luxurious life.

In the past, he was always the one standing behind the conflict. Sitting in a tall building near the conflict zone, watching Zulu Oba leave his pursuers behind him, only need to remove obstacles for him or disarm the interceptors at the right time, just like the big boss behind the scenes who clears his rivals for the employees he admires, but the victim doesn't even know who the attacker is, and he enjoys that life.

It all ended definitively today. He took the target as usual, left the scene as usual, completed the disguise as usual, left the crowd as usual, and then the first team of pursuers appeared in front of him, and they even built a simple fortification to stop the enemy, and directly treated him as a brainless mutated beast.

Nalan Hao taught them a lesson mercilessly, collected all the ammunition, whether it had been activated or not, and then returned the part that had been activated to them intact, it could be seen that these barbarians were panicked, and soon three people were seriously injured, obviously unprepared for this quasi-supernatural phenomenon. It took him less than 10 seconds to crush them, but just as he was about to kill them all and reappear behind the scenes, the second team appeared, then the third, then the fourth...... His successes are dwindling.

By the time of the fifth team, the barbarians had adapted to his abilities, they no longer carried ordnance, resorted to pure hand-to-hand combat, and he even encountered a large soldier wearing only army green shorts, showing his strong muscles, from the platform on the second floor with a standard tiger descending from the mountain to pounce on him.

Struggling, Nalan Hao couldn't penetrate any group of Bergasus's interceptions, he could only keep changing direction, and then changing direction, until now, there was only one option left in front of him, a small 200-seat theater called the Victory Theater, he didn't know what was waiting for him inside, but he had no choice.

Nalan Hao straightened his clothes, combed his loose hair, and pushed open the door of the theater.

It is a small theater with only one floor, and two aisles divide the fan-shaped auditorium into three parts, hugging the stage in the center. Nalan Hao frowned and looked around, which gave him a bad feeling, which stemmed from the empty but brightly lit theater, and from the crude, obvious signs of reinforcement on the interior walls and roof.

"Are you happy with this theater? Newly renovated. The sudden voice startled Nalan Hao.

Who's talking? Isn't there no one here?

Nalan Hao followed the sound and looked over, there was a sturdy Han man, dressed in a moon-white samurai suit, sitting cross-legged under the stage spotlight, his eyes closed, his breathing was so vague that people could barely notice his presence.

"Gossip Wandering Dragon...... Luochuan. Nalan Hao's voice was dry, Luo Chuan did not patrol the main venue, but waited here, coupled with the situation of this theater, obviously, this is a trap.

"You know me?" Luo Chuan opened his eyes for the first time, "Nalan Hao? ”

"It's me."

"I heard that you made my subordinates very embarrassed, and they were forced to abandon all weapons and baggage in the first actual battle." Luo Chuan smiled, "But for the sake of not having their blood on your hands, surrender now, I promise to give you a fair trial." ”

"Surrender?" Nalan Hao almost laughed, "Is it because of those big-headed soldiers outside who only wear shorts, or because of you, a lowly martial artist?" ”

Luo Chuan spread his hands: "It doesn't matter, it's better than you anyway." ”

"You're looking for death!"

"yes, come and kill me." It seemed that he had told a great joke, and Luo Chuan laughed even happier.

……

"Target No. 1 enters the Victory Theater, and Division Commander Luo takes the enemy." In Zhi's brain, an adjutant trembled and handed over the information. According to the process, this staged information must be documented, and then handed over to the commander-in-chief for signature and archiving, so that the commander-in-chief has received the information.

Phoenix said sorry to Rein, took the document with a smile, and signed a P: "What are you nervous about, let the troops outside support the No. 3 encirclement network, and there will be the first news of victory soon." ”

"Ms. Phoenix, withdraw now?" Rein asked curiously.

"Andy has evaluated Commander Luo's ability, if a third-order ability person is in a place that is not suitable for flying, there are not many people who can defeat Commander Luo in a head-on battle." Phoenix paused, "I trust his judgment. ”

"I trust your judgment too." The two looked at each other and smiled.

……

In the Victory Theater, as soon as Nalan Hao raised his hand, several sets of benches around him disappeared, and they appeared above Luo Chuan's head and fell with a bang.

"Phantom?" The theater was cleaned very clean, there was no dust on the stage, and Nalan Hao watched the iron bracket of the bench pass through Luo Chuan's body and smash into the floor of the stage, the floor cracked, and Luo Chuan's figure slowly dissipated.

"If you equate me with my men, I guarantee you'll die soon, and I won't even breathe." In the front row of the audience, Luo Chuan stood upright on the back of his chair with his hands behind his back, and the changes on the stage set off the wind, driving his loose samurai uniform to hunt.

"No, you're not going to be that fast!" Although Nalan Hao was surprised, the movements in his hands did not stop, he still raised, and five rows of benches disappeared, appearing above Luo Chuan's head, and before he fell, his hand beckoned again, and the benches disappeared for the second time, and when they reappeared, the fall turned into a sweep, and slapped from Luo Chuan's side.

"That's pretty much it!" Luo Chuan laughed, and put down his horse on the back of the chair less than 10 centimeters wide, with his right hand behind his back, and the five fingers of his left hand together into a palm, everything from top to bottom. Wow! As if cut by a sharp blade, the bench split in two from the cut palm and swept over both sides of the river.

Nalan Hao continued to raise his arms, pointing wherever the benches, hanging lights, and even the thick steel beams used for building reinforcement would disappear, transfer to the top of Luo Chuan's head to gain kinetic energy, and then hit him from all directions through transfer.

Luo Chuan jumped down from the back of the chair, stepping on the gossip like a swimming dragon, a palm of meat or pushing, or teasing, or cutting, or cutting, walking through the gaps of miscellaneous parts in the sky, and he didn't even need to use his right hand.

"If you want to use these things to consume my physical strength, I can only say that you underestimate a third-order martial artist too much." Luo Chuan pressed his palm on a steel beam, and exerted his force, the thick steel beam was volleyed in the air and shattered into dozens of pieces, this was the last object controlled by Nalan Hao, except for the complete shell of the Victory Theater, only fragments remained, large or small, like ruins, Luo Chuan shook off the floating ash on his hand and shook his head regretfully.

Nalan Hao's condition is not as good as Luo Chuan's. He prides himself on being elegant, he can't remember the last time he fought to the death, and his opponent is still so difficult. Now his face is flushed, more than half of his energy is consumed, and his clothes and hair are messy because he keeps waving his arms.

"I have to admit that I underestimated you, but I can actually kill out of the space of the deranged latitude."

"Latitude disorder? The littering little trick is a good name. ”

"It's not good for you to provoke me!"

"Really? I'm looking forward to it. Luo Chuan stepped off his horse, spread out with one palm, and hooked his fingers at Nalan Hao, "Or, do you need me to put away my left palm too?" ”

"Since you want to die so much, you should die!" The elegant magician, utterly enraged by his opponent's contempt, opened his robe with a clatter, and inserted his arms diagonally under his armpits, "shattering...... Space! ”

The theater shook violently, like an earthquake. The fragments disappeared one after another, flying all over the sky as just now, but they were no longer shot down, no matter how small the fragments were, they reappeared with greater kinetic energy at the moment when Luo Chuan shattered the body, shooting at the initiator, and kept shooting.

"It seems to be a little interesting, but it's still a bit of a trick to change the soup without changing the medicine." Luo Chuan drew a circle with his palm, rubbed and flicked, bounced dozens of fist-sized pieces, and knocked a section of twisted steel beam into the air, "I guess your ability will increase the consumption ratio according to the kinetic energy of the object." How long can you hold out? Or to put it another way, can these dead things really stop me from crossing a distance of 15 meters and kill you? ”

Luo Chuan smiled, the horse's steps changed to lunges, and he rushed forward. As the speed grew, the ground on which he landed suddenly disappeared, leaving only a small pit 30 centimeters deep. The defenseless Luo Chuan lost his center of gravity and fell to the right side, he raised his arm and slapped his palm on the ground. This was the first time he used his right palm in this fight, and he still slapped into the air, and the ground with his strength disappeared again, this time to a depth of one meter. At the same time, a one-meter-long cone-shaped cement block stabbed straight down from the top of his head, and there was no way to avoid it.

"Afterimage! Step into the air! Luo Chuan yelled, the cement block passed through his body, without touching any physical object, but he passed through his afterimage like a soul unsheathed, stepping on the cement block to regain his balance.

Heaven and earth, there is no place to stay, every object is shuttling in space, Luo Chuan's body is in the air, only relying on the slap to move by force, the samurai uniform was torn apart by debris, but he turned his face to Nalan Hao.

"Shadow strike, gossip and dragon, standing palm!" Pop, Luo Chuan stepped on his feet, accelerated suddenly, and the figure was divided into two, two, four, and eight in the air, and every time he was separated, the figure spread out a little, and finally became fan-shaped. Flying hedgehogs rushed towards all the figures, and each time they shattered the afterimage, a new afterimage would be born, and it would accelerate again on the object. 8 directions, 8 arms as straight as spears, and 8 palm tips like eight spear heads, passed through Nalan Hao's body one after another.

"It's all ...... Fake? ”

Syllable! Luo Chuan fell directly above Nalan Hao, head and foot, right arm like a gun, the two turned into a straight line, the tip of the palm stabbed on the opponent's heavenly spirit cover, and the hidden qi hit the brain, blasting the entire brain cavity into a pulp, pink brain fluid flowed out from the seven orifices, and the wreckage in the sky lost control at the same time, flying in all directions along the inertia.

Luo Chuan closed his palms and landed somersaults, and behind him, Nalan Hao's corpse slid softly and became part of this ruin.

"Beautiful final blow, in the name of the incompetent, I can't keep my hand, I'm sorry."

Nalan Hao, the Rogue Troupe Ability, the twenty-sixth on the World Police Agency's Red List, codename, Magician, was killed in the encirclement of D3 in Tasmania, Mauri on November 7, IC62.