Chapter 477: Using the Soul to Nourish the Spirit?

"Gu Gu."

"Are you really human?"

Looking at the huge food plate that had been completely emptied, and then looking at Leng Kong's belly that had turned into a ball, Dasqi's eyes widened.

"I'm a pure man!"

Leng Kong held his belly with both hands and slowly moved forward. With one step, his belly shrank in size. When he walked out of the cafeteria, his ball-like belly had returned to eight-pack abs.

"Haha. That's weird!"

Dasqi sneered inexplicably. She realized that she didn't eat a bite, but just looking at it made her very full.

Both of them walked very quickly, and they appeared in Smoker's office not long after.

Leng Kong looked at the big iron rod still stuck in place and joked: "Is it still stuck in?"

Dasqi, who was following behind, replied easily: "It's not in the way anyway, what does it matter."

"It's okay?"

This sentence made someone who was ignored have blue veins popping out.

"Uh, Lieutenant General, you are here."

Dasqi said a perfunctory greeting, and immediately looked at the big iron rod again, "Leng Kong, hurry up, try it yourself, and you will know whether what I said is true."

"good!"

Leng Kong did not look for a knife, but raised his right hand and quickly scratched his left wrist with his sharp nails.

tsk tsk

The vein was severed, and the blood suddenly surged three feet high.

Physique: Bleeding like a river!

Those who don't know may think that Leng Kong has high blood pressure, but this is just a basic operation of blood acceleration, and Leng Kong is still using his will to suppress the recovery speed to prevent the wound from healing too quickly and not having enough blood flow.

"It's just a try. Are you trying too hard?"

Dasqi wondered if there was something wrong with Leng Kong’s nerves?

Otherwise, how can anyone bleed themselves and become three feet tall?

"fine."

Leng Kong aimed the blood-spraying column from his wrist at the iron rod,

"I have plenty of blood, but I'm afraid it won't be able to eat it!"

"Ha ha."

Gu Gu

Blood spilled from the top of the iron rod, and the blood beads spread quickly along the meteorite air mark,

Miraculously, some of the blood beads actually flowed and seeped into the iron rod as Dasqi said, and in the process, the iron rod continued to make an inaudible gurgling sound.

It's obviously solid, but its density is extremely high, which is a bit incomprehensible.

But it was a dead thing after all, and its absorption speed could not keep up with the blood splashing speed in the cold sky. A large pool of blood quickly accumulated on the ground.

waste!

After all, blood is regenerated by itself using energy.

This is too wasteful!

Leng Kong maintained the posture of spraying blood while turning his head to look at Smoker, "Smoker, use your smoke to make a cover for me."

"You are really not afraid of bleeding to death!"

Smoker didn't refuse. He opened his mouth and a strip of white smoke coiled around the iron rod to form a cylinder.

"You're not afraid of splashing out, haha."

Boom, boom, boom!

The drums in the chest exploded, the blood pressure rose again, and the amount of blood spurted suddenly increased. In less than a minute, the scarlet blood filled the vat surrounded by white smoke, and the amount even exceeded the volume of Leng Kong itself.

Looking at this scene, Dasqi and Smoker were already numb.

Is this man made of blood?

Or is it that his blood vessels are channels from another dimension that can be discharged endlessly like a faucet when needed?

"I don't seem to have much appetite!"

Looking at the completely submerged iron rod, Leng Kong released the overspeed regeneration suppression and cut his wrist to quickly recover as before.

"Maybe the cold sky is more ominous and monster than the magic knife."

Dasqi looked at the big iron rod that seemed to be drowned in blood, and then at the cold air that released more blood than his body's total body weight. He was still full of energy, and came to a conclusion that was more of a complaint than a speculation.

There's nothing I can do about it, the iron rod is weird, but the cold air seems to be even more sinister!

Both are irrational existences and cannot be speculated at all.

"Okay, just let it suck slowly. I'll go back to bed first to recuperate and prepare to enjoy tomorrow's battle."

Leng Kong waved his hand, ready to dodge!

"No, I'm going tomorrow too, bastard!"

Smoker didn't expect Leng Kong to be so disrespectful. He went home to sleep on his own and asked himself to maintain the cigarette barrel for him?

"Just forget it. There's no chance of winning anyway, so don't get hurt."

The voice floated up, and Leng Kong's figure had completely disappeared.

"You're underestimating it?"

"Am I being underestimated?"

Smog's forehead had veins popping out, and he looked at Dusqi, "It's all your fault. If you ignore him, doesn't everything go away?"

"But what he said is right!"

Dasqi said cutely: "With the combat power shown by Huang Mu and Yisheng, Lieutenant General, you really have no chance of winning."

"Why don't we treat smoking as exercise and test the limits of "Ghost Bite"?"

"After all, it's a pity to waste so much blood. If I ask Leng Kong to release it again, he might not be able to release so much blood."

Don't get me wrong, Dasqi is not helping Leng Kong. As a knife fanatic, she just wants to get the blood-sucking data of the magic knife.

"Tch, can this level of intensity be considered a workout?"

"Don't say one night, I can do it even for ten days and ten nights!"

"suck"

Smoker took a deep breath, letting the cigar pass through his lungs, and then blew out a large stream of thick smoke to thicken the smoke.

He wasn't showing weakness, he just didn't want to disappoint Dasqi.

the next day,

"Back to you!"

As soon as Leng Kong arrived at the dock, a black shadow flew over and reached out to fish it out. It was the big iron rod that had been drinking blood all night.

Then he looked at Smoker and Dasqi who were standing at the bow of the boat: "Why did you bring this thing over?"

"Isn't today the final test?"

Smoker had a proud expression: "I'm afraid that you won't have a sword and it will affect your fighting power. If I win, I won't feel any sense of accomplishment."

"Hehe."

"External objects can't affect me!"

Leng Kong touched the ground with his toes and jumped onto the boat lightly. "Has the battle order been announced?"

"No!"

Smoker usually holds two big cigars in his mouth, and smoke is all over his body: "But if we smoke together, don't expect me to let you win."

"You?"

Leng Kong stared at Smoker with a smile, "Forget it!"

"What do you mean?"

Seeing that he was looked down upon by Leng Kong again, Smoker sucked on his cigar loudly.

"Fighting in smoke doesn't feel real. I'm not interested in you, and you can't break my defense."

Leng Kong shook his head: "If the two of us fight, the battle will be very boring, so Akainu and the others won't arrange it this way."

"That's right!"

Smoker said very understandingly: "The battle seems to be decided by drawing lots, but it's about the position of admiral, and the order should have been decided long ago."

"So don't worry about the order."

"Anyway, there are only 8 people in total. After two rounds, there will be only two left."

Leng Kong looked indifferent, and then raised the big iron rod in his hand, "Have you absorbed all the blood I gave yesterday?"

"No!"

Hearing this, Dashiqi immediately took out a small notebook, "I only absorbed a shallow layer. After dawn, the blood activity should disappear, and the magic sword will stop absorbing."

"You don't have a big appetite!"

Leng Kong's palm stroked the blade, and the blood-soaked Qi seal pattern suddenly emitted a faint scarlet light, and Leng Kong also sensed an extremely familiar breath in it.

The breath is full of hunger, violence and blood. Although it is very weak, this is clearly his own blood sea momentum!

Fusion?

Leng Kong felt as if he had discovered the true forging method of the magic knife.

Blood sucking is only auxiliary. What the meteorite really absorbs is the spiritual will infused into the blood by the blood owner.

Using the soul to nourish the spirit, is it true?

Doesn't this mean that the hunger, fighting spirit and killing desire that he usually relies on meditation to expel can be poured into the sword body?

Finally, after continuous accumulation and fusion, it breeds a real world-destroying blow?

Haha

This thing doesn't seem to be useless!

As I write, I feel that it is leaning towards fantasy. And it's a bit watery. I'll make up one more chapter tomorrow.