A huge ice eagle soared high in the sky, its agile eyes scanning around, its sharp eyes piercing a distance of several kilometers, taking in all the details on the ground.
Soon, Bingying's eyes were firmly fixed on one location.
"I found it. The instructor was right. That guy really has no sense of counter-reconnaissance. No, to be precise, he doesn't seem to be hiding at all!" Mo Qiuran frowned and said, "And...his situation and expectations The ones among them are also different.”
"Not the same?" Tang Zi raised his eyebrows.
"Let's talk as we walk," Mo Qiuran took a step. "The traces are very obvious. There are damaged and fallen trees along the way. The man finally stopped in an open space on the top of the mountain. The open space seemed to have been cleared by him. It seemed that I don’t intend to run away, I’m just there... waiting to die.”
"It's a bit interesting." Tang Zi said, "It seems that he has not completely degenerated into a deadpool."
"Yes, except for the iron-green skin on his body, he now looks like an ordinary person in ragged clothes. He is still looking at a torn photo," Mo Qiuran asked, "Sister Tang, the situation of mixed-race degeneration Is it common?”
"I have told you before that after the lineage limit exceeds 50%, the process of degeneration is irreversible, and whether it is easy or not depends on the difference between the spirit and the lineage. The lineage class determines the starting distance on this road. How close the end is, how fast the spirit decides to run..." Tang Zi said, "This is a race to death. Very few hybrids can live safely until their natural end of life, or they will degenerate into death. Wait, or die in the process of slaying the dragon."
"It sounds really..." Mo Qiuran thought about the words, "Unfortunate."
"Dragon blood is both a blessing and a curse. The more you boil it and use it, the more powerful you gain, and the closer you get to death." Tang Zi said softly, "If one day you realize that you are about to cross That's the limit, remember to tell me."
"Sister Tang, can you solve this kind of thing?!" Mo Qiuran was shocked, "Are you the reincarnation of Doraemon? Where is the fourth-dimensional treasure bag? Don't hide it, take it out quickly!"
"I'll kill you! What I mean is that I'll send you on my way to save you the pain!" Tang Zi rolled his eyes and said.
"Then it's unnecessary... So the Bronze Throne is the kind of speech spirit that can easily lose control?" Mo Qiuran refused and changed the subject, thinking that he should not have such troubles... As a person who sneaked into the dragon's nest Ordinary people certainly don't need to worry about dragon blood.
Because there is none!
"The Bronze Throne is a very stable word spirit. Although it will cause the releaser to be more brave and aggressive than normal, there is usually no bloodthirsty or loss of consciousness." Tang Zi said, "Unless he insists on using this word spirit. The spiritual force is pushed to the peak beyond its reach, which may lead to loss of control.”
"Previous information contains testimonies from some surviving spectators saying that this was his hundredth match in this illegal arena... After the match, he could regain his freedom and get a large sum of money, so His opponents were three hybrids, and they were holding weapons, while he was bare-handed. Almost all the audience thought that he would lose." Mo Qiuran pondered, "Is it because the opponent was too powerful that he had to go too far in order to survive? Can’t you control yourself after using the spirit of speech?”
"Even if it is really pushed to the point of being uncontrollable, he will never fall at that speed. Judging from the situation at the scene and the testimonies, he was already completely Deadpool when he lost control...unless he has a very high bloodline. ." Tang Zi shook his head, "There must be a problem... But the purpose of coming here is just to deal with him, and leave the rest to others. There are specialties in the art."
About twenty minutes later, the two of them followed the road opened by violence and arrived at the end of the trip.
The lush, dense and thick trees were torn apart from close to the ground, and then thrown aside. The trunks piled up and blocked all the surrounding areas, leaving only one exit. At first glance, it looked like an open-air arena, with the middle The clearly visible scratch marks on the remaining tree stumps in the open space illustrate the method used by the person who did this--hand tearing!
What kind of strength and hardness is that?
It is not an exaggeration to say that it is made of steel and iron!
Mo Qiuran nodded to Tang Zi and walked in.
In the center of the open space, a man in ragged clothes was sitting on a tree stump, holding a photo and looking at it in concentration. His half-long hair was covered and his face could not be seen, but the exposed skin had turned an iron-blue color, and even There are also vague scaly bulges!
It wasn't until Mo Qiuran walked into the arena and was less than twenty meters away from him that he put the photo in his arms, stood up, and looked at Mo Qiuran. Under his long hair, which was as messy as a wild animal, a pair of The lit golden pupils are like two bright gas lamps!
"คุณเป็นใครมาทำอะไรที่นี่?"
Seeing that the person who came was a young man, Basong frowned, lowered his head again, turned around, and asked, his hoarse and low voice sounded like a beast at first glance.
"Um...what are you talking about?" Mo Qiuran was caught off guard. He originally thought that Basong would rush up to him as soon as he saw him coming, but it turned out that he still had the consciousness to communicate?
"Chinese? What are the Chinese doing here?" Basong was stunned and switched languages.
"I'll go, uncle, do you know Chinese? That's awesome!" Mo Qiuran praised.
"Because there were many Chinese tourists when I was doing business at home..." Basong replied subconsciously, shaking his head in the middle of the sentence, why is it the time to talk about this kind of thing now!
"You leave here immediately and go find the military people," Bassong said. "Tell them to use the most powerful firepower to cover this place... I can't hold on for too long. I can feel the pressure on flesh and blood." The desire...let them kill me! Otherwise sooner or later I will turn into that devil-like monster again!"
"I am a member of the military, and I have been ordered to come and terminate you." Mo Qiuran's eyes moved slightly and he said.
"You?" Basong frowned, as if he wanted to turn around, but didn't dare, as if he was afraid that when he turned around and saw Mo Qiuran's appearance, he would be tempted to do something, "I'm not kidding!"
"Basong, a thirty-seven-year-old native of Kasetsongbun County, Thailand, used to run a tourism business at home. I don't know when he awakened his bloodline and entered the arena...until he unexpectedly went wild that day. This is the information provided by Thailand. Maybe you can Give me some other supplements," Mo Qiuran said, "The mixed-race issue can only be ended by the hybrid. With your Word Spirit Bronze Throne Deadpool, you may even be able to block frontal attacks from ordinary missiles."
"...Are you and I the same thing?" Basong couldn't help but turn around after hearing this, and looked directly at Mo Qiuran with his golden eyes like gas lights.
"Absolutely." Mo Qiuran calmly started the behavior of huskies blending into the wolf pack again, that is, using Kusanagi Kyo's projection to enchant the eyes... I have to say that they look really similar at first glance.
"I can't control my instinct. I will definitely fight back at such a close distance." After seeing Mo Qiuran's eyes, Basong seemed to be shocked. His breathing began to become heavier, and the golden pupils in his eyes became brighter. , the scales on his body became more and more obvious, as if it was an instinctive reaction of the body, so he turned around again, and after taking a few deep breaths, the dragon-like features on his body seemed to weaken a little, "You must make sure you can kill me, Otherwise I don’t know what I would have done!”
"Don't worry about that," Mo Qiuran asked, "You don't seem to be such a irritable person. You are still thinking about others at this time. Why did you suddenly become like this?"
"...a medicine that Songpa injected into me. He said it was a stimulant. He said he put all his money on me so that he could make a lot of money and I could leave successfully." Basong He said in a calm voice, "I exploded during the duel. I used to be able to control the power I used... But at that moment, the heat surged through my body, and my body was completely out of my control... ...turned into a demonic beast! I saw everything I did...but there was nothing I could do!"
"Songpa... is the owner of the arena, the one who changed his name to Hardy Chris?" Mo Qiuran frowned, "Listen to what you said, he used that kind of potion to not only win the bet, but also to win the bet. If he wants to kill you and prevent you from leaving, why didn’t you kill him then?”
"I want to, but I can't!" The iron-green scales on Basong's body began to spread. After taking several deep breaths, there were no signs of fading and they stopped with difficulty. "I want to save my wife...only he can." Money! I know there is no way I can change back. If I kill him, no one will save my wife!"
"...Is she the woman in the photo?" Mo Qiuran was silent for a while and asked.
"Yes." Basong gasped, but it was no use this time. The blue-gray scales on his body began to slowly spread, and the dragon blood in his body gradually began to boil uncontrollably, longing for the young man in front of him. flesh!
"If you can trust me, give me the photo. I don't think Songpa can be trusted. I can ask someone to take care of her for you." Mo Qiuran said seriously.
"Are you...serious?" Basong was stunned.
"At least I don't have to lie to you." Mo Qiuran approached, stretched out his hand, and spread his palm.
"...Okay." Basong stretched out his hand and reached into his arms. His palms were completely covered with iron-green dragon scales, and his nails had turned into sharp claw tips!
But it was these sharp and terrifying claws that took out the fragile and damaged photo, carefully without causing any damage, as if they were treating the most precious thing.
Basong placed it on Mo Qiuran's palm, paused for a moment and then took it back tremblingly, as if saying goodbye to the past, as if the soul on the edge of hell had finally let go of its last trace of concern and fell into the abyss. .
The reason why he has been able to persist until now...is it because he can't bear to hurt those civilians, or is it because of the last concern in his heart?
Mo Qiuran didn't know and didn't want to know. At this time, he didn't smile playfully, but took his palm back and looked at the woman in the photo seriously.
She may seem ordinary, but she allowed a man who should have degenerated into Deadpool to hold on for so long. She could even control the desire to kill in her heart and carve out a place for herself to wait for death.
"Okay, I remember it," Mo Qiuran carefully put the photo away, raised his head and looked at Basong, his words and demeanor were more serious than ever before, "I will ask someone to take good care of her."
"...Thank you." Basong said with a happy smile after letting go of his last concern. He subconsciously felt that the boy in front of him was very good, probably the best person he had met in so many years.
It's a pity that we met at such a time, in such a state, and on such an occasion.
It is destined to be a life and death fight!
The next moment, the speed at which the iron-green scales spread on Basong's body increased dramatically! In just an instant, it has exceeded its original speed a hundred times!
"Kill me! Quick!" Basong used his last bit of control to barely control his body that was about to move. He hoped to create the last advantage for Mo Qiuran, because next his human soul would be corroded by the dragon's blood. He completely degenerated...and fell into hell forever, turning into an evil ghost!
However, Mo Qiuran did not move.
He just stood there quietly, watching the last iron-green scale cover Basong's body, watching his mind being completely devoured... completely, turning into a deadpool who only knew how to thirst for flesh and blood.
"I didn't take action because you were worthy of my respect before," Mo Qiuran said softly, "I took action because you were already dead, and the one in front of me now is just a deadpool."
Unfortunately, Basong could no longer hear these words.
He, or rather it, with greedy eyes hungry for flesh and blood, rushed straight towards Mo Qiuran!
The iron-green dragon scales all over its body spread out and turned into sharp blades. The bones pierced out from its body and turned into bone spurs. The originally thin body swelled, and the bulging muscles almost broke through the shackles of the dragon scales, which was enough to resist Among the hard dragon scales bombarded by missiles are muscles as hard and strong as steel.
What a terrifying power that is!
Just looking at his body shape, it seems that the skinny Mo Qiuran will turn into a meat pie with one punch!
So, under such a powerful punch, Mo Qiuran punched.
He didn't dodge, didn't have the ability to use ice or fire... he just stood there and punched!
Tang Zi, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, had a solemn expression, her body moved slightly subconsciously, and the air around her instantly turned to ice, but she paused the next second.
Because she believed in Mo Qiuran!
I believe he is definitely not unresponsive!
So, fists collided with each other.
The sound of explosions spread out in all directions along with small shock waves, stirring up large amounts of dust and flying away countless leaves and branches!
Tang Zi stared at the center of the battle.
The dust gradually dispersed, the branches and leaves fell... The scene finally appeared in front of her eyes.
Her pupils suddenly narrowed in shock.
One is a fist covered with iron-gray dragon scales and covered with jet-black bone spurs, and the other is a fist that looks to be about the size of two knuckles of Deadpool's fist.
Just like the fist bump between the Hulk and Spider-Man, the visual gap is simply despairing.
but……
Just like the fist bump between the Hulk and Spidey, something so weird that you can't believe it becomes a fact because the two are at loggerheads!
even--
"Boxing?"
Mo Qiuran used all his strength to forcefully push back the monster Deadpool's fist. In comparison, his thin body contained a power that was even more monstrous than the monster!
"I like!"
With a sudden exertion of force, the Bronze Throne, Fallen Deadpool, was directly thrown away!
