Chapter 142 It’s Really a Bit of a Monster

Chapter 142 ...It's really a bit of a monster...

[Perfect Nature: All creatures have their own nature and instincts, such as eating instinct, sixth sense... All of them are like this. Through those mysterious perceptions, predictions, and instincts, creatures often make accurate judgments about things without any basis at critical moments, such as whether the food is poisonous, whether the surrounding environment is dangerous... and your nature and instinct are extremely excellent types among them, and have reached a mysterious level close to prophecy, automatically allowing you to understand many situations and information that ordinary people cannot perceive. ]

This is one of the talents that Xi Shenlian has.

Although it is usually useless, it just lets him know what is more delicious and whether it can be eaten, and predicts some boring things for him in advance.

But the role of this talent is actually very obvious.

It is equivalent to a kind of all-weather fully automatic prediction ability.

You can show your style by changing any user.

Let the user defeat the strong with the weak, take the enemy's head thousands of miles away, and arrange shocking conspiracies.

It can only be said that Xi Shenlian is too idle, and usually he is aimlessly crushing ants for fun.

Whether he predicts the enemy's actions or not, the enemy will be cut into minced meat by him in an instant, so the so-called prediction is completely meaningless, which leads to this talent being directly reduced to a soy sauce ability, just like his lighter used to light cigarettes, the dagger used to cut fruits, plus a lot of strange props that no one knows when they can show up.

Until today.

Xi Shenlian, who suddenly wanted to show off, finally used a little of the role that this talent should have.

Use it to predict other people's actions, so as to beat the opponent more easily.

No longer use this talent to sense whether something is edible and delicious.

He just stood in front of Kongshan Qiuyang.

While resisting all the opponent's attacks with one hand, he casually looked at the scene of the surrounding gravel flying.

After the opponent had thrown 999 punches, Xi Shenlian turned back to look at the opponent and said:

"Have you finished?"

"It's my turn."

He was going to play a turn-based game now.

One person launches a round of attack.

After that, facing the opponent's increasingly fierce attack, he gave up defense and launched another attack.

It was just one punch.

The opponent couldn't help but bend over, and the intense pain made Kongshan Qiuyang feel like his internal organs were displaced!

Unlike the opponent whose attack was completely useless.

Every punch of Xi Shenlian's left fist hit the opponent, and every punch hit the opponent's weak defense and unexpected position.

One punch, two punches, three punches...

The heavy punch shadows made Kongshan Qiuyang exhausted or completely unable to resist.

He wanted to predict the opponent's attack point and defend in advance, but Xi Shenlian predicted all his defenses and evasions, making all his actions futile.

Even if he wanted to make a second prediction, the opponent easily surpassed his rhythm and kept suppressing him.

That feeling...

Just as he was still thinking about what would happen after one step, two steps, and three steps, Xi Shenlian had already seen the scene after ten steps, a hundred steps, and a thousand steps.

Obviously, Xi Shenlian only used one hand, but in Kongshan Qiuyang's gradually blurry eyes, he could see countless fist shadows, which were countless extremely blurred attack routes, like an undefended heavenly punishment, leaving him with no way to defend and dodge.

He could only be forced to resist Xi Shenlian's violent fists. This feeling of being unable to resist made him feel like he was being tortured...

A few seconds later.

In mid-air.

Kongshan Qiuyang, who couldn't even tell how many punches he had received, was already weak and bruised by Xi Shenlian by the neck.

Even though he was an awakened person, he was very durable.

After being hit by Xi Shenlian's casual attack, Kongshan Qiuyang couldn't stand it after all.

It can't be said that he was almost beaten to death.

But it can be said that if he was beaten for a few more seconds, he would only have one breath left.

Even in his current state, he could be considered seriously injured, with half of his bones broken.

However, he was about to faint, but suddenly he barely heard Xi Shenlian's careless words:

"It's almost time to go back."

It was as if he had just finished a walk.

And he was like a kid who was beaten up by the other party while taking a walk.

Inexplicably.

Kongshan Qiuyang felt an indescribable sense of ridiculousness in his heart.

Out of the last unwillingness.

Before fainting.

He forced his eyes open, which were a little hard to open due to the bruises, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Too easy..."

"How much strength and speed did you use just now..."

He could clearly feel that what happened just now was not even a fight for Xi Shenlian, but just hitting a sandbag.

Moreover, in order to prevent the sandbag from being damaged, the opponent deliberately reduced a lot of strength.

After a set of combined punches.

He was too lazy to even breathe.

It was as easy as taking two steps.

"..."

As the person being questioned.

Perhaps it was because the opponent did not groan from beginning to end when he was beaten, which was indeed a tough guy.

Standing quietly in the air, looking up at the scorching sun above his head, Xi Shenlian.

After thinking about it.

He replied calmly:

"One twentieth?"

"I'm not sure."

"It's not much, but it seems not a small amount."

"In daily activities, in order not to crush others to death, in order not to break things, I basically only use one billionth of the force, one billionth of the force..."

Although I haven't tested it, I usually keep on playing badly.

But Xi Shenlian feels that he should be able to easily lift hundreds of billions of tons of things with one hand now.

And, after beating up Kongshan Qiuyang, maybe it's because beating people is more comfortable.

Under the effect of [Wilful], he seems to have become one tenth stronger?

However.

Xi Shenlian doesn't really care about this kind of thing.

Progress, growth, strength...

These words seem to be born for him.

No need to exercise, no need to sharpen, no need to learn, no need to do anything deliberately.

Even if he is just sleeping, he will naturally become stronger.

For him.

The so-called daily life is too fragile...

The so-called becoming stronger is too easy...

Twenty-four hours a day, he has to restrain his strength.

Otherwise.

Now, he will crush the land within a radius of several kilometers with every step he takes, causing tens of thousands of people to die on the spot.

Listening to his answer.

Kongshan Qiuyang sighed helplessly:

"It turns out that he is not a super genius that is rarely seen in a thousand years, but a monster that surpasses humans..."

In response to this.

Xi Shenlian did not respond, nor was he angry, but continued to look at the scorching sun above his head.

After sighing, the other party soon fell into a coma.

Xi Shenlian just carried the other party and continued to look up at the scorching sun above his head silently.

He could feel it.

Even if he walked into the scorching sun with an internal temperature of billions of degrees without any defense, he would only be burned for a while at most.

That thing, that brilliant and hot artificial sun, was not enough to burn him to death.

Even.

In a short while, that thing might not even be able to burn him.

I think the so-called nuclear bomb is similar.

No need to hide, no need to resist.

He stood still, using his skin to resist the high temperature and impact.

Thinking of that scene.

Xi Shenlian then shook his head slightly with a bit of dumb laughter, and said to himself:

"... It's really a bit weird..."