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In the dresser mirror, Fang Bai found that his body was changing, from a local point of view, it may only be a slight change, but the changes in every inch of the whole body are superimposed, and the quantitative change has produced a qualitative change, the original warm and jade-like temperament has turned into a sharp blade at this moment, and a bundle of muscles is faintly emerging like a steel wire, containing incredible power.

"Carry out tactical resupply." After the warm-up, the chef ran to the hall to open the refrigerator, chose a bottle of purified water among the many drinks, and poured it down in one go, "Done, burp." ”

"I didn't understand ......"

Hearing the "tactical supply", Fang Bai also thought that the other party would drag out a large box full of various weapons from under the bed or something, but he didn't expect that the so-called "tactical supply" was just a bottle of pure water.

"This bottle of water enters the modified respiratory system, and the oxygen atoms in the water will be extracted and stored in various parts of the body as oxygen distribution, and when your lungs are broken, your trachea is torn, or there is no shortage of oxygen for any other reason, this oxygen will be released to ensure that the combat effectiveness will not be attenuated for a period of time."

"Transformation?" Fang Bai suddenly remembered that Ji Yingning said that his body weight was more than three hundred kilograms, and now he seemed to have found the reason.

"What else have you transformed?" At this time, Fang Bai's mood was contradictory and worried.

"With the exception of the reproductive system, various degrees of primary modification have been carried out. It is important to know that carbon-based bodies, although extremely compatible and malleable, are also the most fragile. ”

"Haha." Fang Bai couldn't cry or laugh, how unpopular this reproductive system is.

……

During the conversation, the cook returned to the bedroom and moved the large bed to the corner.

In this way, the only obstacle between the chef and the target is a soundproof wall made of lightweight concrete and sound-absorbing cotton.

After gently pressing his hand against the wall again to confirm the wall material, the chef slowly retreats until he touches the wall behind him.

The chef slowly bent down, looked at the floor, supported his hands on the ground, stretched his arms straight, and then knelt on his right knee, supported his right foot on the ground, and pressed his heel against the wall - the junction of the wall and the floor became the starting gear - this is a standard squatting starting position.

It was as if there was a voice in the darkness "Ready--" sounded.

The chef took a deep breath and lifted his hips smoothly, shifting his weight forward, and the muscles of his thighs, calves, and upper arms began to expand violently, like a bowstring that had been tightened to the extreme.

"Three seconds."

"What do you mean?"

"I can only use your body for three seconds in a combat state, and after three seconds, your nervous system will be completely burned out due to data transmission overload."

"Damn! At this time, you told me that you are a three-second lang?! How am I going to be if I can't figure it out in three seconds—"

"-Bang!" The answer was a bang, and the chef burst into an arrow! Hasten! Hasten! Accelerate again!

The first step was taken, the speed increased by three points, and an expensive and hard thick oak floor was trampled alive; The second step was taken, and the speed increased by three points, and not only the oak floor, but also the wooden keel of the same texture under the floor was also shattered; The third step was taken out, and the speed was accelerated by three points, and in addition to the shattering of the floor and keel, even the surface of the floor slab under the keel appeared with subtle cracks.

Five meters, three steps, and three steps later is the wall.

At this time, Fang Bai finally understood why his nervous system could only last for three seconds even after being transformed—the moment the chef started, the world instantly slowed down, and his thinking was accelerated tenfold? Or twenty times?

Without a reference, Fang Bai couldn't judge, the only thing he could confirm was that there was a huge amount of data frantically pouring into his brain from all over his body, and at the same time, there was just as much data surging out:

The state of each muscle at this time, the present position of each bone, the current composition of each breath of air, the possible strength and breaking angle of each piece of oak, the humidity, temperature, and resistance of the air, the intensity of the ambient light and the possible effect on the line of sight with the change of position, the distribution and angle of force of the twenty-six bones and muscles on the left and right soles of the foot, etc., ......etc., etc.

The chef's posture is fine-tuned, and his right shoulder is in contact with the wall.

The wall burst instantly!

And then that's-

Boom!

Flying smoke and dust scattered fragments of light concrete, hitting furniture and floors with the sound of rain hitting plantains—the "moon" and "sun" were connected by this violent impact.

Huo Ran, the young man on the sofa, got up, the three slight vibrations of the floor had already alerted him, and the explosion of the wall raised his vigilance to the highest.

Bomb?

No!

A humanoid figure pierced the smoke and dust, and shot at it with the power of wind and thunder, and the target was-

Box?

The person came too quickly, and in an instant, it was already a stone's throw away from the box.

"Die!" The young man burst into a shout, his hands flashed with lightning, and he swooped forward—how could a boiled swan be touched by others!

The young man was shocked and annoyed in his heart, surprised that the other party had obviously planned for a long time and moved too fast, and was annoyed that the most proud skill in his "talent" was "thunder" because he did not dare to use it without permission - the person who came was too close to the box, and the box was open, and the "thunder and lightning" was likely to harm the fish in the pond.

In addition to venting his anger when he shouted "die", he also had the purpose of deterring and "reminding" the other party, as long as the other party hesitated or stopped defending, he was sure to intercept the other party before it touched the box.

It's a pity that the person who came didn't seem to care about his own safety, and was determined to take the box away, without a trace of hesitation, lifting, closing, and throwing it out, all in one go.

The box smashed directly into the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the middle of the living room!

There's an answer outside?!

It's too much of a deception!

The teenager is furious, and the box must not leave his sight!

At the moment, the second "talent" skill is launched-Hurricane!

A violent air flow came from behind the boy, and his body turned into a disemboweled cannonball, which shot out first, and caught him the moment the box smashed the glass......

It's dangerous!

The young man hugged the box, and his hanging heart lowered an inch slightly, and next, it was time to concoct the uninvited-

Wrong!

An unprecedented sense of crisis that suffocated him suddenly hit his heart, and the boy immediately launched a defensive skill but was broken by a hand, one from his back, and stabbed directly into his chest from the right side of the abdomen, like a hideous murder weapon.

The taller cook stood behind the boy, bent down slightly, wrapped his left hand around the boy's neck, and his right hand, including the entire forearm, was buried deep in the boy's body.

"Ahh Yes! Ahhh ”

The boy's terrible wail was piercing in the silence of midnight, and at the same time, the scene was repeated over and over again in his mind's mind—how wrong it was! It turned out that it was not to rob the box, and there was no one outside to answer it, and there was only one purpose for the people who came - to kill! Person!

The question is, am I so easy to kill?

I, the seventeenth prince of the king's lineage, are you, a lowly mortal, can I kill you?!

"Ahh Yes! Yes!! Finger-thick blue lightning burst out of the boy's body, and the chef was instantly knocked away by the overwhelming current, knocking the sofa in two.

The boy was still howling, but from the original painful wail to venting rage, each howl increased the momentum by one point, and the arc radiating from the body became more and thicker, like a smart snake letter licking (licking) everything around him, and the sparks that splashed around were the deadly saliva of the poisonous snake.

"Get up!" The young man put the box away gently, and said proudly: "Have fun with me!." ”

Round 1, end. Duration, two seconds.