When a person is facing death, adrenaline will be excessively secreted, stimulating the heart and vital organs in the body, so that these organs can be rejuvenated and avoid death. It's a biological instinct that is uncontrollable.

At the moment when Tarot fell, he, who had never experienced the imminent feeling of death, was overwhelmed by fear. At this moment, his heart suddenly beat violently at an unprecedented speed, and the blood thickness caused by the preparation of injury in his whole body was quickly diluted, and the blood flowed rapidly, delivering a large amount of nutrients to various organs and muscle tissues in the body.

He rolled and shook off Rosie, who was clinging to his back, and got up after rolling, the sudden force did not let him continue to escape the ring, but gave him the illusion that he could kill the monster with one fist. He feels stronger than he has ever been, and he wants revenge!

He lowered his body and kicked the ground with his legs on the ground, his head in his chest, his arms wrapped in front of him, and pounced on Rossi, a huge futon-like slap on Rosie, who was getting up. At this time, he was like an enraged beast in the Colosseum, losing all his senses, and had only one desire, which was to kill the little man who brought fear to him by the most brutal means.

This outburst of death often pushes people to push the limit, and after breaking through the limit, the only shortcoming of the tarot is compensated. He himself did not know that this state was exchanged for him in the form of burning life. If he had read books, gone to school, watched the Discovery Channel, watched some programs about biomedicine, he would have known that this burst of state would only last for a minute or less, and when this short period of time had passed, his body organs would inevitably experience a decline in ability or even failure due to the stress that exceeded the limit for a short period of time.

Sometimes it's a terrible thing to be uneducated.

Rossi protected the door with both hands, her legs shrunk in front of her chest, and the whole person was like a leather ball, being held in Tarot's arms. At this moment, Tarot was like a god possessed, he picked up Rossi and held it high and slammed it to the ground. The shaking ring kicked up a little dust, and he roared and bent down, lifting Rossi up again.

There is a saying on the earth in the past, "The same move can only be used once against the Saint Seiya", which does not mean that the second Saint Seiya is immune to this damage, but that the Saint Seiya has an extremely excellent fighting talent, and when the same move is struck a second time, they have already found the flaw.

The moment Rossi was lifted up by Tarot again, he reached out and grabbed the hair on the back of Tarot's head, and wrapped his legs around his elbows, Tarot tried to hold Rossi to the ground, but as soon as he exerted his force, his scalp was tearing pain, and his arm was also locked by the joint, and there was a feeling that he was almost broken.

This embarrassment didn't make Tarot retreat, nor did it revive his sanity, the corners of his mouth were bleeding and he actually jumped up, his huge body adjusted his posture in the air with a strange agility, and slammed his head down and feet up against the table. Rossi's heart tightened at this time, and he violently slammed his elbow into Tarot's head between the lightning and flint.

The human brain is actually a very fragile organ, far from being as strong as people think, two consecutive elbow blows, the hit Tarot's head shook again and again, and his consciousness suddenly blurred. The palms that were tightly gripping Rossi's arms and thighs also loosened their grip due to the blurred consciousness.

In just three or four seconds, Rossi got rid of Tarot's hand and tugged at Tarot's pants to change his direction.

There was a loud bang, and the two fell into the ring at the same time.

The audience was so shocked by this series of events that they even forgot the ticket in their hands and forgot to shout for the players who bet on themselves, and just watched dumbfounded.

Rosie shook his head and stood up, glancing at the tarot with his broken neck and breathing a sigh of relief.

The Quint man is more than two meters tall, and his very strong body is constantly twitching on the ground, and his excellent physical fitness allows his internal organs to start saving themselves. The flow of blood slows down due to the loss of adrenaline, and the blood naturally thickens in order to deal with open wounds. The alveoli in the lungs are almost all stretched, waiting to be transported to the rest of the body. The heart slows down the frequency of contractions, reduces the burden on the myocardium and provides targeted protection against possible cardiac damage, that is, even his urine bubbles are actively discharged in order to reduce the continuous increase in cavity pressure due to internal bleeding.

He was saving himself, but his injuries couldn't do that.

At the moment of landing, Tarot had not yet regained his consciousness, and his head hit the ground almost simultaneously with his head, and his heavy body gave him a fatal blow. The compressed spine was broken into three sections, his neck was broken at a ninety-degree angle, and the brain solution that erupted from his nasal cavity was enough to sentence him to death. If it weren't for his physical fitness, he might have died the moment he landed.

Rossi crouched down and glanced at Tarot, who was twitching and twitching, with one hand on his forehead.

"I forgive you for the wrongs you have done, the evil you have done, all the sorrow and hatred you have created. You come clean, you will go clean, goodness and goodness guide the way to the kingdom of God, tolerance and virtue protect you to go forward fearlessly. In the name of heaven, earth, and me!", when Rossi lowered his voice and said the prayer, Tarot magically calmed down, his eyes became clear, there was no fear, only an infinite longing.

The color of life faded, leaving empty eyes, Rossi straightened up, patted the dust off his body, and slowly walked out of the ring.

He was hit by Tarot, and he suffered a little injury to his back, and he could feel a burning pain in his back with every step he took. The poisonous wolf seemed to see that his state was a little wrong, and immediately caught up with him and drove him towards the priest.

"What did you just say to Tarot? He seemed to be walking peacefully. The poisonous wolf asked the doubts in his heart, he had seen countless lives and deaths, and he was no stranger to death. Tarot's final situation is obviously abnormal, no one will die so peacefully, especially in the ring. Many gladiators and samurai ended up twisting into all sorts of strange forms, the result of their natural resistance to death, and a peaceful death like Tarot is very rare.

Rosie shook her head and didn't speak.

The priest cast a magic spell, and a green glow with the scent of grass and earth enveloped his body, and after a few moments, the light disappeared, and he could feel that his body injuries were healed, but not healed.

The pain of muscle tears and strains is still there, just better than before.

Rossi had a question in his heart, since this world is full of gods, why are the healing techniques of the priests not as good as those in the previous world?

If you want to talk about divine power, these priests have been blessed by the gods, and they are real gods, but what is the reason for this discrepancy?

On the way back to the room, he had a faint thought in his heart, this gap may be related to faith.

In the previous world, the power of the apostles came from fanatical faith, not directly from the gods. In this world, although the priests have been blessed by the gods, they obviously do not have the fanatical beliefs of the apostles in the previous life. The priests were in awe of the gods, and only in awe, and there were no more complicated things in between.

The gods are so close to people that they lose the basis of their faith, and the gods are like rich people everywhere, who give money to the poor who are pleasing to the eye, so that the poor can give alms instead of them. This kind of transaction-like relationship is not faith.

With such a thought, the suppressed desire in Rossi's heart was ready to stir again.

In his previous life, if he hadn't been bound by the laws of the universe, he might have become a new god, but in the end he was defeated by the laws that were constantly evolving and powerful.

In this life, without those cosmic laws, can his path of power go further?

Immortal and eternal, it's exciting to think about!