The rhythm of the battle is invisible and intangible, but it does exist.

Fast is rhythm, slow is rhythm, fast and slow is rhythm, slow and fast is rhythm...... To put it simply, rhythm is your comfort zone, and it is the most familiar combat style in daily training, and once you bring the enemy into your rhythm, the time to respond will naturally be greatly shortened.

Zheng Zhe's mind suddenly flashed with inspiration, as if he had the feeling of breaking free from the chains of his mind before. This time, Zheng Zha really grasped this bit of aura, and many things that he couldn't figure out before suddenly became clear...... There is no need to be brought into his own battle rhythm by the opponent, and there is no need to be afraid of caring too much, just need to exert all his strength.

(Yes, Arhats, Arhats, the six roots of body and mind are pure, and they will not be shaken at will.) I see, I originally thought that my Luohan Quan had been completed, but now it seems that it is far from enough...... ）

Thinking of this, Zheng Zhe closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his brain spinning at an unprecedented speed, recalling every battle and sparring he had experienced before.

- Sure enough, it's better to fight with the same human, but I still lack the experience of fighting to the death with opponents of the same level and the same human type.

- The Alien Queen and Gacoco are not humanoid, and the sparring in the curse is not a life-and-death fight, and there is always a gap between them and the current life-and-death struggle between people.

- Humans use tactics, humans use weapons, humans change their attacks, monsters only use their own bodies or instincts in most cases, and the combat consciousness brought to me by the first-order genetic lock is not omnipotent...... If I really blindly follow the instinct of the first-order gene lock, then I am destined to not be able to follow my own path.

- Thankfully, it's not too late for me to find out.

"Come on, Shiva-Vishnu-Brahma, you are the strongest enemy I have ever encountered, much stronger than any monster I have encountered in horror movies before."

Zheng Zhe opened his eyes, shook off the clothes on his body that were burned by the gray flames, revealing the strong muscles of his upper body after a long period of exercise, looked at the little monk with plain eyes, and reopened the posture of Luohan Boxing.

Then, Zheng Zha took a step forward, stretched out his right hand forward, and beckoned to the little monk.

"I've seen through your moves, so next, I'll end your life here as the leader of the same reincarnation team."

Without the arrogance of the little monk before, and without the psychological warfare of bravado, Zheng Zha just had a strong self-confidence in his words, and announced his victory flatly.

- Like a god's judgment.

But it was this attitude that was even more able to provoke the other party, and the little monk who was not humanoid whose body had been almost transformed by the divine power of the Brahma magic weapon roared wildly and pounced again. His speed and strength are even higher, and his movements are even more weird, and he can always attack from incredible places, but ......

- useless.

Zheng Zha was like a boulder standing tall in the waves, and with only the use of the 61-style Arhat Fist, coupled with the slight shaking of his body, he could defend all the attacks of the little monk. At the beginning, it was necessary to use three internal forces to dissolve a gray flame of the little monk, but the more he hit, the less internal force Zheng Zha needed to use, and later he even only needed to use one internal force to dissolve a gray flame of the little monk......

The 61-style Arhat fist is beaten from head to tail and from tail to head.

No matter how fancy the little monk's Shiva dance style is and how weird the movements are, Zheng Zha still uses the shallow Luohan fist to deal with it.

It stands to reason that Luohan's boxing moves are shallow and the routines are single, so it should have been impossible to hold on to a long time ago. But Zheng Zha was engrossed, his moves were flawless, and the more he fought, the more he concentrated, as if the enemy in front of him was not an enemy who was fighting for life and death with him, but a sparring partner who practiced with him.

Forget what you want, and forget about it.

Gradually, Zheng Zhe's fists and feet began to be self-contained, and he was no longer bound by moves. The fist palm is in the air, every move and every style is more concise, and the air trembles, which is clearly just a few simple movements, but it can burst out with the strength of Pei Mo Nengyu, and the strength of the little monk after being strengthened by the Brahma magic weapon.

Even, beyond.

The power of the gene lock continues to push Zheng Zhe's strength to a higher level, and even the Luohan Boxing, which he thought had reached the pinnacle before, has once again transformed into a new vitality.

- Iteration, and evolution.

"I know who you are!"

When Zheng Zhe punched out, although it was just the most ordinary straight punch, the way of using internal force was very different from the power of luck. Before the fist arrived, the fist wind had already blown the muscles on the little monk's face to tremble, and seeing this, the little monk hurriedly jumped back two steps, and at the same time shouted at Zheng Zha: "You are the traitor of the Shakya clan!" This set of boxing techniques, I once recognized! ”

Zheng Zha didn't pay attention to what the little monk was talking about, he only felt that the little monk was very noisy and inexplicable.

The fight is obviously a set of ordinary Arhat boxing that was exchanged from the main god, how can it be related to some traitor of the Shakya clan?

Ha, eighty percent of this enemy is going crazy again.

With a shock under his feet, Zheng Zhe took the initiative to attack this time, and under the rapid thinking and calculation in his brain, even the footwork of Luohan Boxing, which could not be called "fast" on weekdays, also burst out at a speed far beyond imagination at this time, and rushed towards the little monk.

"Heresy, heresy!"

What Zheng did not know was that the enemies of religious lunatics would always be what they considered heretics, and that the feud between Hinduism and Buddhism had been going on in India for more than a thousand years. Now that the little monk recognized Zheng Zha's Luohan Boxing, he suddenly thought that he had found the most reasonable explanation, and rushed up to Zheng Zha again frantically, completely ignoring his own injuries.

However, there is also a limit to the power that madness can be exchanged for.

In the face of the little monk's tidal attack, as well as the Shiva Yan Dance, which gradually lost the accuracy of his movements under the powerful force, Zheng Zhe lost his previous defense, and he began to attack gradually.

Even, backwards.

Against the little monk's fists and feet, Zheng Zha began to move forward, forward, and then forward, he accurately framed every attack of the little monk, stuck the moment when the opponent's old force was not placed and the new force was not born, and every time he hit the little monk in the most uncomfortable place.

And, it did hurt.

- A straight left punch that went over the little monk's hands and hit him in the abdomen.

- In the face of a knee blow that comes from pain, hit the thigh with the elbow of the right elbow.

——The attack of the third hand infused the internal force into the five fingers of the left hand, turning it into a sharp hand knife, cutting the tendon parts that the little monk's gray flame had not covered.

- Even if the opponent wants to open his mouth and bite, he only needs to hit the opponent's chin with the hardest skull first!

(End of chapter)