this infinite world

Chapter 128 Iteration and Evolution

The rhythm of the battle is invisible, but it does exist.

Fast is the rhythm, slow is the rhythm, fast and slow is the rhythm, slow and fast is also the rhythm... Simply put, the rhythm is one's own comfort zone, and it is the most familiar fighting method during daily training. If you can get into your own rhythm, then the time to make a response will naturally be greatly shortened.

A flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in Zheng Zha's mind, just like the feeling of breaking free from the chains of his mind before.This time, Zheng Zha really grasped this insight, and many things he couldn't figure out before suddenly became clear... There is no need to be brought into his own fighting rhythm by the opponent, and there is no need to be afraid because he cares too much. Fearless, you only need to show your full strength.

(That’s right, Arhat, Luohan, the six roots of body and mind are pure, and you will not be shaken at will. So, I thought that my Arhat boxing was already great, but now it seems that it is not enough...)
After realizing this, Zheng Zha closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and his brain was spinning at an unprecedented speed, recalling every battle and duel he had experienced before.

——Sure enough, it's better to fight against human beings of the same level. I still lack the experience of fighting to the death with opponents of the same level and humanoid.

——The Alien Queen and Kayako are not in human form, and the duel in the Grudge is not a life-and-death fight, and there is always a gap between the current life-and-death fight between people.

——Humans will use tactics, humans will use weapons, humans will change their attack methods, monsters will only use their own bodies or instincts in most cases, and the fighting consciousness brought to me by the first-order gene lock is not Omnipotent... Learning without thinking is useless. If I really blindly follow the guidance of the instinct of the first-order gene lock, then I am destined to not be able to walk out a path that belongs to me.

——Fortunately, I found this out not too late.

"Come on, Shiva-Vishnu-Brahma, you are the strongest enemy I have encountered so far, much stronger than the monsters I have encountered in horror movies before."

Zheng Zha opened his eyes, shook off his tattered clothes that were burned by gray flames, revealing the strong muscles of his upper body after long-term training, looked at the little monk with calm eyes, and opened the Arhat Fist again posture.

Then, Zheng Zha took a step forward, stretched out his right hand, and beckoned at the little monk.

"I have completely seen through your moves, so next, I will end your life here as the equivalent captain of the reincarnation team."

Without the arrogance and arrogance of the little monk before, and without the bluffing psychological warfare, Zheng Zha just had strong self-confidence in his words, and declared his victory flatly.

——like a sentence from the gods.

But it was this kind of attitude that could irritate the other party even more. The little monk whose body was almost transformed by the divine power of the Brahma weapon let out a roar and rushed forward again.His speed and strength are on the higher level, and his movements are even more weird. He can always attack from incredible places, but...

--useless.

Zheng Zha is like a huge rock standing in the waves, only using the 61-style Arhat Fist, coupled with a slight sway of his body, he defended all the attacks of the little monk.At the beginning, it was necessary to use three parts of internal energy to dissolve one part of the gray flame of the little monk, but the later he fought, the less internal force Zheng Zha needed to use. Later, he only needed to use one part of internal force to be able to Dissolve one of the little monk's gray flames...

The 61-style Arhat fist hits from the beginning to the end, and then from the end to the head.

No matter how fancy the little monk's Shiva Yan dance style is, and how weird his movements are, Zheng Zha still uses the simple and simple Arhat Fist to deal with it.

It stands to reason that Luo Hanquan's moves are superficial and its routines are single, so it should have been unstoppable long ago.But Zheng Zha was concentrating on it, his moves were flawless, the more he fought, the more he concentrated, as if the enemy in front of him was not his life-and-death enemy, but a sparring partner who practiced with him.

Get its meaning, but forget its shape.

Gradually, Zheng Zha's fists and feet began to become one, no longer bound by moves.Slashing the air with fists and palms, every move and every style is more concise, the air trembles for a while, it is clearly just a few simple movements, but it can burst out with a powerful force that can not be resisted, and the little monk passed the magic weapon of Brahma. The strengthened strength matches.

Even, beyond.

The power of the gene lock has continuously pushed Zheng Zha's strength to a higher level, and even the Arhat Boxing, which he thought to be the pinnacle before, has once again transformed into a new vitality.

——Iteration, and evolution.

"I know who you are!"

When Zheng Zha punches, although it is just the most common straight punch, the way of using internal force is quite different from the way of using force.Before the fist came, the wind of the fist had already shaken the muscles on the little monk's face. Seeing this, the little monk quickly jumped back two steps, and at the same time shouted loudly at Zheng Zha: "You are that traitor of the Sakyamuni! Boxing, I once knew it!"

Zheng Zha didn't pay attention to what the little monk was saying, he just felt that the little monk was noisy and inexplicable.

The one I played was obviously a set of ordinary Arhat boxing exchanged from the main god, so why did I have something to do with some traitor from the Sakya clan?

Ha, probably this enemy is going crazy again.

With a shock at his feet, Zheng Zha took the initiative to attack this time. Under the rapid thinking and calculation in his brain, even Luohanquan's footwork, which cannot be called "fast" on weekdays, exploded at this time far surpassing At the speed of imagination, he rushed towards the little monk.

"Heretic, heretic!"

What Zheng Zha doesn't know is that the enemy of religious lunatics is always the heresy in their eyes, and the grievances and grievances between Hinduism and Buddhism have lasted for thousands of years in India.Now that the little monk recognized Zheng Zha's Arhat Fist, he immediately thought he had found the most reasonable explanation, and rushed towards Zheng Zha crazily again, completely disregarding his own harm.

However, there is a limit to the power obtained by madness.

Facing the tide of attack from the little monk, and Shiva Yanwu, who gradually lost his original movement accuracy under the powerful force, Zheng Zha no longer defended before, and he began to attack gradually.

Even push back.

Against the little monk's fists and feet, Zheng Zha started to move forward, forward, and forward again. He accurately parried every attack of the little monk, and caught the moment when the opponent's old strength was not set up and the new force was not born. The most uncomfortable place for the little monk.

And, it did cause damage.

——A straight left punch, passed the little monk's hands, and hit him in the abdomen.

——In the face of the painful knee bump, he hit the thigh with the elbow of his right elbow.

——The attack of the third hand poured internal force into the five fingers of the left hand, turned them into sharp hand knives, and cut through the tendons that the little monk's gray flame had not covered.

——Even if the opponent intends to open his mouth to bite, he only needs to hit the opponent's chin with the hardest skull first!

(End of this chapter)