The night before the promotion

Chapter 49: Fantasy
Zhou Si turned his attention back to the tiger. He seemed to have handled all of the tiger's attacks calmly, but in fact, he was at a disadvantage.

The strength and reaction speed of a flesh and blood body are ultimately no match for the complete incarnation body, not to mention that Shan Jun doesn't have to worry about being hit.

For Zhou Si, this is a life-and-death duel, but for the tiger, it is just a game.

Even if he was beheaded by Zhou Si, Shan Jun could still wake up from his bed safely, take off his neural connection helmet, and if he felt a little hungry, he could go for a midnight snack...

The good news is that the incarnation of the tiger is not an armed incarnation, and the only known weapons are the double swords on both arms. This seems to be a necessary compromise to make the disguise of the incarnation more realistic.

But the overall quality of his incarnation body is far stronger than the incarnation killer Zhou Si had encountered before, with faster speed, greater strength, and most importantly, it has more flexibility than humans.

Whenever the narrow blade was about to touch the tiger, he would always make extremely exaggerated movements to avoid the attack.

No matter how deadly the narrow blade is, it will be futile if it fails to hit the target.

However, what surprised Zhou Si the most was Shan Jun's fighting skills. He was not a reckless man who attacked mindlessly by relying on his transformed body. His every move was very skillful, and he almost suffocated Zhou Si.

Tiger is a veritable killer incarnate.

"Why, do you feel the limitations of your body, Doctor Zhou?"

The tiger laughed wildly and rushed forward, suppressing Zhou Si with his broken swords. His attack was even more fierce than before. Blood flowers bloomed on Zhou Si's body and his white coat was cut into strips of cloth.

Zhou Si tried to fight back, but he overestimated the limits of his own body. Ruan Linrui's bandage stopped the bleeding, and Li Weiyu's drug injection made him forget the pain temporarily.

But all this could not replenish Zhou Si's gradually overdrawn physical strength. Even steel would break due to metal fatigue after repeated bending, let alone humans.

Zhou Si was like a crumbling tower of building blocks. Every attack from the tiger pulled out blocks from it. Perhaps in the next moment, Zhou Si would lose consciousness and fall to the ground.

His breathing became more intense. Fatigue and injuries tortured Zhou Si's spirit, and the world in his eyes was collapsing little by little.

Zhou Si heard someone calling him.

Looking in the direction of the sound, not far from Zhou Si, his figure was clearly reflected on the golden misty glass curtain, as if he was walking in the clouds.

The person in the mirror waved to him.

"Doctor Zhou, please don't die."

Zhou Si was not surprised by the appearance of the person in the mirror. Over the past four years, Zhou Si has summed up a set of rules from his own cognitive disorder. He can judge his mental state based on the degree of invasion of the person in the mirror into his cognitive world.

Fortunately, the person in the mirror has not yet broken through the limitations of the mirror and directly appeared in the "real world" in his own eyes. This also means that Zhou Si's mental pressure has not yet reached the threshold limit.

After swinging the narrow blade once again to force the tiger back, Zhou Si grabbed the short axe at his waist, which was one of his only two remaining weapons.

Zhou Si shouted, "Shut up."

He gathered all his strength and threw the hatchet in his hand towards the person in the mirror.

After a sharp scream, the short axe hit the head of the person in the mirror accurately.

The body of the person in the mirror shook slightly at first, and then, starting from the point of contact with the head, cracks spread rapidly like lightning, covering his entire body and even the surrounding space.

No, the crack did not break the dimension and cover the space. It was a glass curtain that reflected Zhou Si and the person in the mirror.

Accompanied by a deafening sound of shattering, the entire glass curtain exploded instantly, and the crystal fragments turned into countless sharp blades, flying freely in the air, colliding with each other, making a crisp and cold sound of collision.

The figure of the person in the mirror disappeared among countless fragments. Strong airflow from the super high layer rushed in from the crack. The strong wind blew around and dispelled the pervasive feeling of fatigue and pain.

"Are you attacking the illusion?" Shan Jun rubbed his hands, eager to try, "Do you want to rest for a while, Doctor Zhou?"

He kept changing his steps like a good boxer. "I haven't been active like this for a long time. It's really exciting."

Zhou Si shook his head in disdain. He stood against the wind, and the air flow rolled past him, making his tattered white coat rustle.

Following the wind, Zhou Si merged into the flowing water he had imagined, with his feet shoulder-width apart and his left arm completely relaxed and stretched.

The narrow blade that hung low emitted a cold light, and the thin blade, at an unintentional angle, looked like a series of dark lines, difficult to discern.

Zhou Si's leg muscles were ready to go, his core muscles were tensed, his muscle fiber bundles were charged and activated, and all the strength of his body was concentrated and mobilized, like a fully drawn crossbow.

Shanjun saw that Zhou Si was giving it his all. Given Zhou Si's current state, if he continued to fight, he would only die a slow death. He planned to decide the outcome with this one strike.

"Don't let me down, Doctor Zhou." Shan Jun said and took a step back. Zhou Si saw a golden tiger disappear into the mist.

The sound of rustling footsteps came from all directions. Zhou Si couldn't tell whether it was a real sound or he was hallucinating.

The surrounding sea of ​​clouds gradually twisted and changed, interweaving into spiral cloud patterns and rippling with golden colors, like clusters of thriving sunflowers, until the scene became more and more psychedelic and distorted, as if it came from a fantasy painting by Picasso.

A breeze blew, stirring the sea of ​​sunflowers, and two swords came out of the clouds, one in front and one behind.

Zhou Si decisively threw out the narrow blade, aiming at the direction of the two swords.

The three blades briefly crossed in mid-air before each rushing towards their target.

The flashing cold light came towards him and brushed past the tiger's shoulder, leaving a smooth wound along the tiger's left shoulder. It seemed that if the narrow blade was just a little deeper, it would be able to cut off the tiger's entire left arm.

Zhou Si felt as if he had been hit by two heavy punches. His tense body was about to fall apart, and a suffocating pain came from his abdomen.

The two swords pierced through the bulletproof vest and the polyethylene plate at the same time. The sharp ends penetrated into Zhou Si's flesh and blood, and it was unknown how deep they went.

If it weren't for these layers of protection, the attack from the two swords would be enough to penetrate Zhou Si's body.

There was a surge in his throat and blood gushed out from Zhou Si's throat, but it was blocked by the camouflage mask. The blood gathered together and dripped from Zhou Si's jaw.

"Zhou Si!"

Li Weiyun shouted nervously, he picked up the electromagnetic rifle and fired at the rolling sea of ​​clouds. Zhou Si could no longer hold on, he had to end this ridiculous duel.

"Don't worry, Dr. Zhou, you won't die," Shanjun's voice sounded from all directions, "I still need your consciousness."

He whispered in a sarcastic tone.
"The first one."

The sea of ​​fog rolled and tigers fell from the sky.

Li Weiyun roared and opened fire, trying to shoot the tiger in mid-air. Several bullets accurately hit the high-speed moving target, but they only penetrated the silicone skin and left dents on the metal shell.

Zhou Si raised his head and looked at the approaching god of death with a calm expression.

The nanotubes tumbled and reeled in the air like taut fishing lines.

Then, the sharp narrow blade burst out from the tiger's chest, and countless sparks and iron filings flew around, like flowing blood and rotting internal organs.

The sea of ​​clouds was silent for a moment until the crackling sound of electric current was heard.

Everything happened so fast, so fast that Zhou Si was in a deadly situation in the previous second, and the next second the tiger had fallen to the ground, its body nailed to the marble floor by the narrow blade and its belly ripped open.

Shan Jun turned his head with great effort and looked at Zhou Si in confusion, "How did you do that?"

There was a flapping sound in the air, and the BT-24 flew down from the golden dome and landed gently on Zhou Si's shoulder.

"It's simple," Zhou Si turned his head and glanced at bt-24, "I saw you."

After taking off the camouflage mask, Zhou Si's face was covered with scars, his pupils were so red that blood seemed to be dripping out, and the cylindrical batteries on his shoulders popped out one by one. They ran out of power, and the prosthesis drooped limply, turning into a bloated block of iron.

Zhou Si pressed the shoulder buckle, and after a mechanical sound, his entire left arm fell off and hit the ground. This relieved Zhou Si of a lot of burden.

He moved his steps with difficulty, stepped over the fallen tiger, and headed towards the platform in front.

Shan Jun looked at Zhou Si's back and shouted, "It's okay, Doctor Zhou, we will meet again."

Fierce gunfire interrupted Shan Jun's words. Li Weiyu followed and completely destroyed the incarnation's body.

Li Weiyun hurriedly followed. He really wanted Zhou Si to sit down and rest for a while, but he knew Zhou Si was stubborn, so he had to notify the medical staff to come to the top floor while supporting Zhou Si.

Zhou Si climbed the stairs reluctantly. The distance was not too far, but he felt as if he had walked for a century.

He imagined what would happen next and what choice he would make. Everything became blurry and lost its original meaning, leaving only absolute nothingness.

Finally, Zhou Si reached the top of the Skyline Building.

(End of this chapter)