Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1356: Battle is life

"Opening the seven fine holes will improve your overall physical fitness and gradually comprehend the combat techniques I possess. This is the mystery called the Big Dipper."

"But even with the Seven-Star Profound Meaning, you can't defeat me on the frontal battlefield, Achuan."

"Because, in any face-to-face battle, I am the strongest, fiercest, and wildest!" Fu Jiang's eyes flashed in the darkness like wolf eyes.

The strongest, the fiercest, and the wildest-Fu Jiang, who sees himself like this, shows his eyes like a hungry wolf. This is full of emotions, and I have never felt it in other "final weapons". Perhaps this is the "blueprint" The essential difference between "" and "replica". Although the "ultimate weapon" encountered in the past is more like a weapon, it will undoubtedly bring death, that kind of cold feeling, telling about the powerlessness of resistance, but compared with this kind of emotional violence , As if there is still something lacking.

Although in theory, it cannot be concluded just because there is an emotional difference, which is the evidence to distinguish which party is stronger. However, in my personal feelings, I would rather choose those "final weapons" that have the same appearance but are obviously cold and inhumane as opponents, simply because of the huge threat posed by that cold weapon. The pressure that I felt was not as great as the pressure brought by the emotional Fu Jiang.

If you have to convert to an exact value, it's probably ten to one. In terms of feeling alone, it takes at least ten cold "final weapons" to withstand the pressure brought by a rich river.

What a monster——

I swallowed the blood, and the finger that pierced my chest almost pierced into the heart. And not hurting the heart, it's not that I can't do it at that moment, but just because I am not the enemy. It's just an opponent. I was able to survive only because I was Fu Jiang's husband, that's all. There is no more reason.

Moreover, once this kind of battle starts. It's full of emotional performance, what is going on? Considering the situation of "Jiang" and "Virus", and the identity of the "ultimate weapon", if this emotionalization is not a manifestation of "human nature", but merely a proof of "perceptual knowledge and wisdom", then this Isn’t the enemy more terrifying than you think?

It's not just acting by instinct, and it's not just cold and orderly logic. Because adding a more ambiguous sensibility, it reveals knowledge and wisdom, and fundamentally, completely eliminates the advantage of mankind-"wisdom."

Fu Jiang, as the ultimate weapon, is not only in terms of basic abilities and mysterious powers, but even "knowledge and wisdom" itself is also in the category of "simultaneous improvement"?

Thinking this way, it's not because the original Fujiang was a "stupid", it's just. If even on the basis of the original quality, depending on the opponent's abilities, it can be endlessly doubled. Such a guy is really almost impossible to defeat.

Strength and wisdom are stronger than oneself, no matter how strong oneself is, the opponent will also become stronger again in an incomprehensible way based on the strengthened self at the moment of the fight, just like eating and drinking water. Stronger than the self after becoming stronger, this kind of unreasonable enemy is the only uncertain factor. Only luck is left.

To fight the "Final Weapon", even though it is not Fujiang. Can I only pray for luck? This alone makes people feel unwilling.

I have thought about it in the past. When facing a "final weapon", set two reference objects for it. If the "final weapon" temporarily selects a reference object as the foundation to become stronger, then the existence of another reference object may become its flaw. . But in fact, the effect of practice is not satisfactory. It is true that when the “final weapon” changes in the reference object, the improvement of its own strength will fluctuate, but this fluctuation is still not in the range that I can catch and use, and it seems that as I capture the flaws more keenly , This kind of volatility will be weakened again, and then have been outside the scope of my ability to capture.

So far, even though there may be weaknesses in the "final weapon", such weaknesses are constantly changing relative to the enemy's abilities at any time, not zooming in, but shrinking.

It is almost like, while being observed and confirming oneself, relative to the observation effect of the observer, changing the part of oneself that is observed and qualitative-the final weapon is like this, so that oneself is at a basic strength , And then in a relatively stronger state.

This is a more thorough mystery than my quick-grabbing super power. No, maybe I should look at it this way. The reason why my quick-grabbing superpower has a relative effect is that this ability is not born from the characteristics of the self itself, but from the proof of "Jiang". As a magicweave messenger, myself, who has mastered superpowers, is an incomplete "ultimate weapon".

Collision, piercing, sudden suddenness, and turning back, the blade of the blade was struck by the lightning and thunder in the dark sky, leaving a trail of light intertwined. And Fu Jiang was in this seemingly stormy offensive, sometimes lightly and sometimes violently moving, her eyes flashing with rich emotions, but there was not much expression on her face. Her counterattack seemed nothing special, it would not produce any unique phenomenon, and it would not appear to be quick in more time. At least, there is no chain judgment of blind spots, and her movements can be observed, and her movements can even be further predicted. However, even if she defends first, her fists and fingers are full of irresistible penetration and weight. .

I can see it, but it is difficult to resist, and I want to rely on dodge to avoid head-to-head confrontation, even if I have the super power, I can't do it at all.

Fu Jiang just waved his fists again and again, kicked out his feet, and every single blow made me have to face it. My large-scale high-speed movement has completely failed, even if it is swept up quickly, I cannot open the distance between her and me. The farthest one was three meters, and this seems to be the limit. I have tried close-to-body entanglement, but even at close range, Fu Jiang reacted faster than me. She seems to be able to see through my mind, my subconscious actions, and my intuitive choices. Whether it's a thoughtless, instinctive counterattack, or a purposeful deception, they are all pierced like paper. . Then, it was a round that couldn't be dodged at all. Can only be a hard-wired attack.

Furthermore, I am quite convinced that Fujiang has already prevailed. Still did not show her full strength.

"Useless, useless, useless, useless, useless!" Tomoe roared maliciously, as I tried to distance again. The second hair came first, and I kicked my chest. When I was still trying to adjust my balance to prevent myself from falling completely to the ground, Fu Jiang's figure had disappeared from the edge of the retina, and the movement track captured by the chain judgment had come behind me, and I was bound to bump into it. place.

So fast!

In the past, I always relied on the advantage of speed to overwhelm the enemy. However, because of the experience of fighting the "ultimate weapon", I have been thinking about what I should do when this speed advantage is no longer available. But when things came to an end, the various plans that were originally prepared all lost their intended effects.

However, this is the situation that I have been struggling with in the past, "No matter what aspect, strength is good. Experience, wisdom, and enemies are stronger than myself."

When I had to face such an enemy. How to deal with it? How can we win? At least within a period of time, can you reach a contending situation?

Tomie couldn't answer, because she thought she was the strongest, and she would never encounter such a situation. And this kind of heart is also the source of her power. She does not think about these things precisely because these things do not exist in her "reality".

However, Fu Jiang and I are not the same. I am not so strong, or to say. It is impossible for me to be so strong, and it is impossible for me to achieve her self-confidence. Because the facts have given me a blow many times.

"Although I don't know, but because it is Achuan who is going to face this situation, let Achuan feel more about it. Then, I will get used to it, and then I really think of a way." That said, it's doing the same now.

My breastbone seems to be broken, but it hasn't. Fu Jiang's men are merciful. Even so, there is still no way to counter her. This is an indisputable fact.

I completely gave up my body balance, even if I would fall to the ground and expose a huge flaw, I still turned the blade upside down, inserted it through my abdomen, and hit Fu Jiang, who was already close behind me. The icy blade cut off my intestines, and Fu Jiang flicked the tip of the knife with his index finger when it came out of my back.

The blade was shaking, making the internal organs more serious.

Immediately afterwards, a second blood hole appeared in the chest--Fujiang said that this is "opening the sperm hole". The so-called "premium hole" in occult refers specifically to some parts of the body that provide extra strength, but I can I didn't feel that there were signs of rising in my energy. On the contrary, the intense pain and dizziness caused me to fall heavily to the ground, and then I was kicked in the waist and abdomen by Fu Jiang and hit the trunk heavily.

"The second hole, then the third hole." Fu Jiang came up. My face was buried in the muddy water. The cold and damp feeling made the wound more painful, but it expelled the dizziness and made me more sensitive than before in a feeling like a tight wire.

Fujiang’s barefoot stepped on the stagnant water, the ripples spread out, the rain splashed on her body, and fell along the lines of the muscles. These subtle movements can be clearly felt even without chain judgment. arrive. The linkage judgment seems to be undergoing transformation. The observed world is a black and white line composition in my mind, and now the line composition of this line composition is constantly distorted and entangled, turning into an extremely weird and distorted , But it seems that he can be understood subconsciously.

If you close your eyes, the world seems to have changed from "angular classical realism paintings" to "absurd and weird postmodern impressionist paintings."

The physical pain and the actual weakness caused my spirit to be tortured. However, I still did not faint, nor did I give up the slightest thought. Despair, fear and helplessness are certain, undeniable, huge and heavy, occupying nine tenths of all emotions, but in that one tenth of the emotions left, there is still burning trying to counterattack. flame.

"Stay awake, A Chuan." Tomoe squatted in front of me, grabbed my hair, and pulled my upper body up. Then, she stuck out her tongue and licked my face, earlobes and neck, completely Don't dislike the dirty muddy water. When I opened my eyes, she held my lips tightly and fiddled with my tongue with her tongue, as if she was about to stick her tongue into my throat.

Fujiang's hands shackled my body and pulled it up, making my feet completely off the ground. The suffocating kiss lasted for nearly a minute.

Although it hasn't been a minute yet, it was enough to reconcile my strength and gave her a violent knee bump.

The feeling of hitting that came was very strong, but Tomoe just opened his hand lightly, without the slightest feeling of injury. She opened her hands and exposed her chest, abdomen and lower body. There was not even a mark left on the part that I had hit hard. On the contrary, there are two more "precision holes" in my chest.

The blood has stained my upper body, mixed in the stagnant water on the ground. Probably because of the blood loss, I gradually felt cold.

"An opponent who is more powerful in any aspect can never see a winning battle, even if it maintains a balance of power, he has tried his best... now it is!" Fu Jiang's emotions seemed to be concentrated in her pupils. But in her expression and physical activity, she can't see the effect of emotion at all. "So, A Chuan, have you figured out a way to deal with it?"

"End~IndoMTL.com~Not at all." I replied, panting.

"So, in such a situation, you don’t need to think either." Fujiang shook his hair in the rain, like a lion shaking his mane: "Whenever you see an enemy, you must fight. When you see an enemy, you must kill. Cohesion, instead of wasting on thinking, your body, your soul, and your destiny will give you a clear result-maybe not what you want, but at least it won't make you regret."

"Is that right?"

"That's it. Face the enemy, do your best, and then meet the destiny and bear the result. The so-called life, the so-called battle, is just like this." Fu Jiang put down his hand, looked around, let out a snort of disdain. "Although there are enemies everywhere in the life of fighting, if the enemy is too weak, it doesn't mean anything. Make me happy occasionally, sneaky mice."

I also noticed that although the images constructed in my mind are distorted and absurd, things that have not been observed in the linkage determination are being highlighted from the background with the same absurdly distorted outline.

The figure, like a ghost, stands quietly where the naked eye can't see it.