Loose muscle fibers are breaking.

Although the double strength of this finger is not very strong, it still causes great damage in the face of the musculature that has almost lost its ability to defend itself.

The two of them stiffened, and both stepped back.

Feng Wu gasped violently, his heart beat at a rate of at least one hundred and thirty beats per minute, a large number of capillaries ruptured all over his body, blood spurted out from the hideous wounds on his body again, and a few bloodshots appeared in his eyes.

With his current physical fitness, it is still too reluctant to exert the thunder energy that bursts out of continuous dark energy, which is a huge challenge to both physical fitness and body.

On the other hand, Perrault, although unharmed, hung weakly on his left arm.

Her condition was not optimistic, her leg bones shattered after the musculoskeletal cannon fist, and most of the muscle fibers in her left arm and shoulder were severed, forming a severe muscle strain, and it was difficult to even move.

"It was deliberately chosen at the joint, and it was still not cut off, which is really a terrible physical fitness······

Feng Wu exclaimed.

Feng Wu was not satisfied with the damage caused by that finger.

Lei Jin, the reason why the chop has a "chop" word is because if this move hits the opponent's joints, the opponent's muscle fibers will be relaxed with Lei Jin, and the secondary strength will be able to break together with the skin and flesh of the joints, resulting in the effect of a sharp blade slash.

However, this move didn't work for Perot, and the powerful physical talent of the demon race and the bone strength strengthened by the psionic circuit characteristics made Feng Wu's mysterious move only make her incapacitated.

"How did you manage to see through my attacks completely? And you say I'm obsessed······"

Perrault stood still for a long time, and finally asked.

"Your attack pattern is too monotonous······"

Feng Wu's eyes became half-squinted and half-opened, and the strong enemy was in front of him, but he became listless again.

"If I'm not mistaken, you should have one of the punches and the talents?"

"As you attacked, I heard a sound like a bowstring tightening, a sound brought about by the sharp contraction and release of the ligaments in your body, right?"

"Ligament release of this strength has long exceeded the limit in the general sense, and your ability is undoubtedly related to ligament strength and ligament control. ”

"The tremendous impetus through the violent contraction of the ligaments and muscles is like shooting an arrow, and the strong ligaments and ligament control allow you to burst out with more speed and damage, comparable to a crossbow. ”

"This is undoubtedly an ability that makes you proud of yourself, but I'm afraid you haven't noticed a huge flaw in your ability. ”

Feng Wu didn't care about the difference between friend and foe, and began to slowly talk about the opponent's shortcomings.

"You've seen so much just a few moves?·······"

Perrault finally felt the fear that Rohazana had experienced at the beginning.

It is like a man facing God, even if he wears fine clothes, decorates his body with gold and silver, whitewashes his bearing with etiquette, and arms his mind with knowledge.

But in the eyes of God, he is still naked, and all the filth and hypocrisy are displayed in front of others.

"He seems to be going to completely expose the opponent's weaknesses, is this okay? If the opponent wakes up in time and overcomes the weaknesses, then aren't we dead?"

The young man whispered.

"It's not for nothing to say that······ Shall we warn him?"

The young woman hesitated.

"I think it's extremely rude to interrupt a person while they're simulating the 'ominous tree'. ”

The doctor pushed his glasses and said solemnly.

"Simulating the 'Ominous Tree'?"

The young man and woman looked confused.

"yes, pretending to be all over '13'······"

The doctor said in amazement.

“········”

Ignoring Perrault's increasingly cold gaze and trembling body, Feng Wu's explanation continued.

"Using the special talents of ligaments to simulate the strength of a bow and arrow can certainly push the speed and damage to the limit, but the disadvantages are obvious. ”

"As the saying goes, 'there is no turning back when you open the bow', while increasing your speed and damage, your punch gives up most of the variations, or rather, straight ahead, no changes. ”

"I'm far inferior to you in sheer speed, but as long as I can predict where you're going to shoot before you strike, it's not hard to dodge with your straight attack. ”

Feng Wu said.

"Impossible······ How can you predict my attacks in advance? There is no fixed pattern to my attacks, even if it is a nine-hit combo that is pointed at the sunfall, there will be no fixed point of stabbing and falling. ”

Perrault asked incredulously.

"It's not easy, but it doesn't mean it's impossible. ”

"The force you exert is obvious, the tightness of the muscles, the tightness of the ligaments, there are obvious marks on the surface of the body. ”

"Although I don't know how you exert your power, I can't judge the direction of your attack based on these physical features. But you gave me the opportunity, nine attacks (including the first type of moon piercing and the first eight thorns before the fall), through observation, I gradually mastered your power method, and was able to basically judge the direction of your attack. ”

"In the old days, there were people among the top martial artists of mankind who were able to avoid the attack of a firearm head-on, not because they reacted faster than a bullet, but because they could predict the direction of the shot by observing the muscle shaking of the person who controlled the firearm. ”

"The monotonous attack pattern is too obvious to be of due utility to a true martial artist, unless the difference in speed and strength is too large to reach a certain limit. ”

"It's a pity that the gap between you and me is not enough to reach that limit. Boxing is not just about speed and strength, the value of boxing is that you can master everything with a tenacious mind. ”

"Man should not be enslaved by the body, and the martial artist should be his own god. ”

Feng Wu said.

The evening breeze blew, leaving only the rustle of leaves.

No one spoke, because they had nothing to say.

"Although he said it easily·······"

"But are people who can do this still normal······

The hearts of the people were full of questions.

It turns out that there are not only geniuses in the world, but also monsters.

And Feng Wu is undoubtedly a monster among monsters.

"I thought I was already very perverted, but I didn't expect that there are more perverted people in this world than me. ”

The doctor said with his mouth open.

"Doctor, don't be presumptuous, you're already very perverted, after all, you're a man who pretends to be '13'······"

Men and women don't know how to complain anymore.

"It would be nice if I were so perverted······"

Lin Xin said with a glare.

The three members of the Demon Kingdom Investigation Team and the scarred Huayu who had just solved the problem looked at each other wordlessly.

For a group of people who aspire to be perverts, they can only say·······

Metamorphosis is really exciting!!!

Once upon a time, humans who were regarded as ants by the demon race could also stand in front of the demon people like giants, making them fear and admire!

The blood everywhere, the broken corpses, the land where the demon kingdom passed, was devastated, and the human race was like pigs and dogs, with only the fate of being slaughtered.

In this era, the Terrans are desperate, they even admit their inferiority in their hearts, they live a precarious life numbly, waiting for the day when the blades of the demon soldiers will be on their necks, cutting their arteries, cutting open their heads, and drinking their blood.

But in times of crisis, there will always be those who will stand up and tell the world.

Humanity will never fall!

In the Northwest Military Region, this person is the martial artist Lie Futu with the title "Tianmu", and the martial artist Chongkun with the title "Unruly".

They are the backbone of humanity and are legends that do not fail.

They are high above, as dazzling as the sun and out of reach.

But today, they seem to see the legend alive.

"Why do you want to tell me this, if you can really see through everything, you should know that with my ability, even if I can't kill you, I can't help you if I want to retreat······"

"And you told me all about my shortcomings, aren't you afraid that I will go back and correct it, and then come and kill you?"

Perrault asked, confused.

"On the contrary, I was hoping to see that day. ”

"Martial arts knows no borders and races, it is a spirit and a flame, and every martial artist is a fire. The boiling of each flame adds brilliance to the fire of martial arts. ”

"I don't care about the strength of the fire, I just want the fire of martial arts to burn and never be extinguished. ”

"Only when the flame of martial arts is never extinguished, can I sharpen myself from it and break through the limits that can never be reached. ”

"Go get stronger! If you can kill me in a fair fight, I will have no complaints!"

"It's a pity that none of the people I have defeated can stand before me again. ”

Feng Wu said slowly, and a raging fire seemed to be ignited in Gujing's waveless pupils.

Extreme martial arts, never afraid of challenges, in the last life, Feng Wu's only regret is that he is invincible in the world.

The doctor and the others also forgot to complain, looked at him, and always felt that he exuded a creepy atmosphere.

That's the way a normal person looks at a madman.

At this moment, Feng Wu is undoubtedly a madman.

A madman who is so pure that it is heartily terrifying.

But only the purest people are qualified to reach the pinnacle of martial arts.

"I have met countless martial artists, and you are the most unique one. ”

"Tell me your name, and one day, I will stand in front of you. ”

Pero used honorifics for Feng Wu, for a proud Demon Kingdom martial artist, this is unimaginable respect for his opponent, and it is also the highest shame.

And Feng Wu is the person she is willing to respect with shame.

Although the people of the Demon Kingdom are arrogant and powerful, they worship the strong, which is a racial character that goes deep into the bone marrow.

"Feng Wu. ”

Feng Wu said.

"Then, Lord Fengwu, I'll take my leave first!"

Perrault bowed slightly to Feng Wu, jumped with an arrow, picked up Rohazana on the side, and disappeared into the woods in an instant.

Feng Wu didn't do anything to block it, not because he did it intentionally, but with his physical fitness, it was impossible to leave Perrault, who was one level higher than him in speed and strength.

And Perrault, who saw through the move and was unable to move due to the injury of his left arm, could no longer pose any threat to Feng Wu.

Temporarily retreating, is the best option.

Looking at their distant backs, feeling the painful wounds on their bodies and the dangerous battle, Feng Wu showed a heartfelt smile.

In this world, he is not alone.