"Didn't you say you wanted to become more brutal?"
"But Sister Bao'er, I've tried it, but I don't have that talent..."
"Didn't you say that one day you would help me restrain Busan?"
"Cleaning the battlefield should be helpful..."
In a daze, Sun Haoran seemed to hear someone's slightly disappointed question.
Although he knew that that person would never ask him such a question, and never even had any expectations of him.
Ten years of chasing his 'dream' but still remaining ordinary in the end made him understand something.
No, it’s more of a reality than a theory.
Recalling the ten years since he came to this world, he clearly saw all the struggles he had made like a bystander.
He understood that the question just now was not raised by Feng Baobao, but that he was asking himself.
In addition, there are many other sad problems.
for example……
How long has it been since you went to bed before twelve o'clock?
It seems that it has almost never happened since I entered the company.
Which is more regrettable, trying hard but not succeeding, or giving up before trying?
It seems to be pretty much the same...
In fact, in the final analysis, there is no thinking or thinking at all, but only helplessness, powerlessness and letting nature take its course.
Sun Haoran understood that this was the result of his choice to 'give up' and escape from the cruel reality.
There was nothing he could do about it, because he tried hard and found that he was not particularly lucky.
But no matter what, I still feel unwilling.
Death is approaching little by little.
He stopped retreating, a trace of madness flashed in his eyes.
"It shouldn't be like this... it shouldn't be like this..."
Yan Ling·Steel.
A faint golden color flashed in Sun Haoran's eyes.
At this moment, Sun Haoran finally activated the word spirit that he had not used for a long time.
This is a very ordinary word spirit. The effect is just to make the skin as tough as steel.
Although it is as tough as steel, it can only block some ordinary scratches. It is meaningless in front of the sharp claws that cut iron like mud. Even when the word spirit is activated, the skin becomes hard and the movement becomes difficult. Gotta be slow.
So now he is struggling to his death, no, to be more precise, he is desperately struggling.
"I'm so fucking...enough is enough!"
Steel-heavy steps hit the ground.
He has no intention of escaping anymore. From this moment on, he will not take a step back.
"There's nothing to be afraid of."
Perhaps because of frequent contact with 'death', he has long been numb to death.
The more critical the situation, the calmer he becomes.
He looked at Zhang Chulan who was sprinting towards this side and judged that they still had a chance to win.
"Just block the blow a little."
In a life-and-death battle, whoever is crazier will seize the only chance of victory.
"Come on, monster! Look at the two of us, whose life is tougher!?"
With a crazy smile on his lips, Sun Haoran advanced instead of retreating, facing the waving claws head-on.
From the changes in the mixed-race before him, he judged that the blood of this mixed-race was not low.
For this level of dragon transformation to occur on the body, the original bloodline is at least B level, and after losing control, it has probably reached A level.
So it was normal that Zhang Chulan was not an opponent at this moment. It was not because he was confident. He thought that even if he, the C-level, and Zhang Chulan were added together, the result would be the same - not an opponent at all.
The only chance of winning is to risk your life!
He tried his best to block the blow, and at the same time restricted the opponent's movements, and then cooperated with Zhang Chulan to launch a fatal blow.
This is something only he can do.
A faint metallic color covered his whole body, and he met the sharp claws with cold light.
"bass--"
The sound of metal friction disappeared for a fleeting moment, followed by the sound of flesh being ripped open.
Five ferocious claw marks appeared on Sun Haoran's chest, and the bones were clearly visible.
His ribs were cut off almost instantly, and his internal organs were even damaged.
Such an injury would be fatal to ordinary humans, and of course, to him as well.
However, hybrids have stronger vitality than ordinary people, so they may be able to hold on a little longer.
And this was exactly what he was betting on.
"That's it, step forward and hug him, and then Zhang Chulan will have the opportunity to give him a fatal blow."
Now Sun Haoran was extremely calm, with only this thought in his mind.
Just like when dealing with corpses, it seemed that he was not the one who was disemboweled.
He just followed the steps, step by step.
Completely treating yourself as an exploitable corpse, blocking attacks and then restraining the enemy.
It's a very simple calculation question. One person's death is more cost-effective than two people's death.
"It seems that I am also a useful person."
A ferocious smile appeared on his face, and Sun Haoran stretched out his hand to embrace the coming death.
"Come with me to hell!"
At this moment, Zhang Chulan, who adjusted his body and rushed towards this side, realized what this man was doing.
“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!”
He rushed over desperately, trying to save the person in front of him.
But when he saw the look in this man's pale golden pupils, he gave up this idea.
Even he who has never experienced life and death can feel the emotion revealed in those eyes - it is the beautiful killing intent that is blooming like love.
This man didn't want to live, he just wanted the enemy in front of him to die.
"Damn you guy, you obviously only have that little ability, why are you trying to be a hero!"
It was the first time such a close contact between life and death, and the corners of Zhang Chulan's eyes were a little moist.
But his gaze became more determined as a result.
kill.
Kill the enemy.
Only by killing your enemies can you survive, even if it means sacrificing those around you.
This is the real and cruel world, and it is also the world that he has been unwilling to face.
From the moment he couldn't be an ordinary person, he knew that this day would come sooner or later. I just didn't expect it to come so quickly.
He did not choose to abandon this man and leave alone. In the final analysis, he was just escaping from this reality.
If possible, he really doesn't want to use everything around him to achieve his goals like he does now, because it is too rational and ruthless, and he hates it.
But he found that he seemed to be too naive.
Because the reality before him forced him to abandon the man in front of him who could be called a 'friend'.
"Through us!"
Zhang Chulan seemed to be able to hear the cry from the depths of his soul of the man in front of him, and his pale golden eyes seemed to be roaring with anger.
Golden light enveloped his arm, his eyes were slightly focused, and he used his hand as a sword.
"puff--"
Blood bursts out with wanton golden light.
Zhang Chulan's hands penetrated the two bodies in front of him.
