There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

Finger gun!!!

You still dare to say you're not a mole within the Navy?!

Sharp and indestructible, the two fingers pressed forward relentlessly, instantly severing my defenses, piercing my skin, crushing my muscles, and damaging my bones. The intense pain instantly pulled my wandering soul back into my body. Countless clear and sharp sensations were as vivid as the air inside a Lay's potato chip…

The deadly double fingers aimed straight at the heart drew ever closer, and as they closed in, time seemed to stretch out infinitely, freezing into slow motion frame by frame.

At this time.

I am still out of balance.

Zach is still closing in.

The time dimension has certainly not changed.

Am I entering the final revolving lantern of my life?

No, Doraemon! Use your invincible colonizer system to think of a solution!

…………

Ada Wong's voice finally came through.

The pain was still spreading, but it made me certain that I was not dead.

"Marcus! Why... haven't you bled at all?"

I glanced at the colonizer system's information panel and replied in a deep voice, "Bleeding? Hmph, the capitalists have already drained that stuff out of us!"

Okay, the sprite hanging from the street lamp is certainly magical, but what saved me this time was an additional factor—the causal chaos effect!

【战斗日志：6/21 12:31:06 敌人发起攻击，殖民者马库斯因为特殊因素影响，回避了致命伤。】

Could it be that the colonists' computational speed could truly surpass the speed of light?!

This amazing causal phenomenon instantly accelerated my transformation from a state of death to the state after being stabbed!

During this process, Zack was unable to move, Ada Wong was unable to observe, and I was unable to stop it. However, the Colonizer System used its bug-like ability to break the rules to control my body and complete a sudden turn of my body at an angle!

Before I could even figure out the problem, I discovered that Zack's unpredictable attack had been blocked again, just an inch in front of me.

This time, what blocked him was a horizontal slash with his left palm, as sharp as a knife!

This simple movement, combined with an instant horse stance and alternating different moves with the left and right hands, miraculously managed to regain balance by adjusting the angle of the body's bones and block Zach's attack!

After defending, I adjusted my stance. The stable distance between my legs suddenly tightened, shortening to shoulder width. My knees were parallel, and I pulled them inward with moderate force, forming a very small angle that seemed difficult to generate power...

You've been tricked.

I smiled slightly, my aura suddenly burst forth, then instantly receded, condensing into a sharp but concealed force. My injured left hand was tucked to my waist, while my right hand clenched tightly, launching an attack from an extremely short distance.

My fingers met Zack's finger gun directly. Upon impact, I deflected his attack and headed straight for his face, leaving a deep mark!

Standard Index!

One-inch punch!

Zach probably sensed the chilling killing intent, and withdrew his attack stance to deliver a flying kick, the sharp sound and light effects once again echoing in the air.

This time, however, Hung Kuen's technique changed to interception and blocking. A low kick, delivered after the initial strike, neutralized Zack's flying kick, and then a finger strike pierced his chest, producing a metallic clang.

"No, Marcus, you can't inflict effective damage with your bare hands! Your bare-handed attack can't possibly outlast my C4 explosives!"

Ada Wong quickly reminded me, afraid that I would lose the hard-won initiative.

But I seemed not to hear it. The index finger, which had rebounded from rock bottom, emerged again, this time in the form of a fist. The left fist, which had been hidden and waiting for an opportunity, also quietly moved out, completing the tactical setup...

The essence of Wing Chun lies in skill, speed, precision, and the art of advancing and retreating.

The opening that was deliberately exposed just now has been regained. Every punch is delivered with the elbow close to the center line, as if sealing off the defense!

Ignoring steel bones, his fists struck head to tail, delivering over a dozen punches to the enemy at high speed in a single second. Instantly, he shattered Zach's defenses at the center, penetrated his midsection, and completely overwhelmed Zach. He punched the same spot again and again, the penetrating power enough to see through the skin and reach deep into the muscles and lungs!

"Sun-shaped punch!!!!!"

Chapter 643 I'll give you a buff

After throwing a straight punch, whether in offense or defense, the hand and arm no longer accumulate power, and the elbow bends and falls back to the center line of the body.

This not only allows one to immediately launch another attack with the same hands, but also makes it difficult for the enemy to attack vital parts of one's upper body.

In a very short distance, the speed of the attack and defense is as fast as a series of lightning bolts, which will surely destroy all obstacles in front of it!

Relying on the concentrated and undispersed energy in the power-accumulating mode, I could clearly feel the breathing techniques I learned in the edge world becoming a natural part of my body, ensuring that this strong energy was not diminished in the slightest. In fact, relying on the counter-force of Zak's copper skin and iron bones, it was fused and strengthened, becoming more and more tyrannical.

At the start of the attack, Zach instinctively raised his arms to cover his head in defense, trying to reduce the shock of the blow to vital organs.

But my hands remained steadfast, and although my punches were intricate, the power of each punch was undiminished. The impact on his body almost formed ripples, and the entire top of the aircraft vibrated in unison with the force of the punches!

Every time I make a move, my elbow is kept close to the center line of my body. This allows me to occupy the center line position and attack the opponent at the shortest possible distance.

After that, no matter whether Zack tried to trade blows or forcefully escape the battlefield, my pursuit was like a leech, giving him no chance to catch his breath. I even circled around and charged straight at him, suppressing him below!

Slowly, Zach's struggles finally failed. The relentless onslaught caused his skin to first turn bruised and swollen, then turn a deep, hot red like a cooked crab. Hot blood flowed from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, splashing onto the deck and sending up plumes of steam.

“Uh… Marcus, the other side has stopped moving… You can stop now.”

The intense battle was too bloody. Sparrow observed for a long time, and after Agent E ignored him with a stern expression for a long time, he finally decided to say something to warm things up after confirming that I had completely gained the upper hand.

But I didn't slow down at all, and continued to throw punches at Zack's face faster and faster.

At this moment, both the one who was hitting and the one who was being hit remained equally silent, as if they were repeating a stage performance countless times, with the actors no longer having any desire to invest their emotions.

The repetitive and stereotypical scenes of violence were somewhat unsettling. Sparrow cautiously approached, saying, "Marcus, you can stop now!"

When he patted my shoulder, my movement was like that of Dugu Jiansheng, who was standing at the entrance of the World Society and whose soul had left his body. Under such an unexpected touch, I threw a punch into the sky, and a visible spark of energy grazed Sparrow's face, drawing blood!

At the same time, a violent and tangled energy burst out from my shoulder, as if I had learned some dubious bionic technique and opened my spine and hips, pushing the approaching Sparrow several meters away until he barely landed near the edge of the aircraft.

Finally, as I pinned Zach down, my face, which I had been chasing, came to a mechanical halt, like a machine that had lost power, and I collapsed to the ground with a thud, Zach, whose face was covered in blood and who was lifeless...

Ada Wong, completely lacking in manners, let Spyro step on the landmine before swaying her red dress and stepping forward, covering my eyelids with her hand, her expression solemn.

"Oh no! Marcus has stopped breathing!"

Little Sparrow's screams echoed through the sky.

…………

"That's weird, Dad. I still feel like you're lying to me. Why does my attack on the death threshold end with me going into shock? Does that even make sense?"

I stood in the darkness, my face contorted with conflicted emotions.

Here, even seeing becomes an extreme luxury, but the recurring sound of the waves fills the space, making me feel as if I'm trapped in a damp, gloomy underground cave, teeming with countless dangers, with no possibility of escape.

The icy, deep river water seemed to be mixed with incineration ash, industrial wastewater, E. coli, and corpses buried in water, making it unimaginably turbid...

Okay, here in the Ganges.

Old Man Hook's voice suddenly rang out, praising, "You did a great job. I never thought you could actually suppress Zak and knock his spirit out of Herod's picture."

"No... I mean, is this normal? As the winner, shouldn't I be able to act with more dignity?"

Old Man Hook said with the air of someone who'd been there all along, "Paying a price is normal. Do you really want your opponent to be weak, your advantage to be huge, and for the fight to be so easy that Zack just falls down with a wave of your hand? No way."

"(?_?) I don't know why, but what you said really annoyed me..."

Old Man Hook laughed heartily, “Young man, don’t overthink it. To put it another way, it’s just like when I raised cats. Outsiders see it as a happy time, but only the owner knows the hardships they endured.”

I immediately said, "Don't talk about that, I'm not keeping a cat! Cats are really creepy. When I was little, I saw a black cat riding a motorcycle and chasing a one-eared mouse with a gun. It was terrifying!"

Old Man Hook: "..."

"And another thing, speaking of this reminds me of another terrifying memory. Have you ever seen a zombie come back to life? When I was a kid, I was waiting at a red light and saw an old woman kneeling on the ground begging for money, with a person covered by a white cloth next to her. As soon as the light turned and I was about to leave, the corpse stood up! And the old woman was lying there instead!"

"That's enough..."

…………

I never expected that someone could knock Zack unconscious with Wing Chun.

After all, Zack's training method sounds too familiar. If it really is some kind of dubious gene lock system, then someone as experienced as a third-tier or half-step fourth-tier could very well break through while fighting, or even, after experiencing the terror of life and death, directly kill me.

But since I can beat him...

So, genetic locks really don't exist, right?!

That's truly something to celebrate!

Ignoring Old Man Hook with a relaxed attitude, I continued, "Old Man, we must be in Zack's dream now... What can we find here? If we find the signs in his dream, will we be able to save him from the brink of death?"

Old Man Hook said in surprise, "I didn't expect you to guess these things?"

Hmph, my dream-entry skills are indeed rudimentary, but I have studied the works of Freud!

Even if I can't remember all of Sir Isaac's theories, I've still played The Binding of Isaac!

Undoubtedly, this dark and damp cave represents the womb before conception, and the sound of the waves represents the mother's blood and pulse. The restless crisis is the expectation of the continuation of the bloodline.

The next boss to appear will likely be a monster with seven breasts, or an Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon with a gaping maw, representing Zack's tragic and unfortunate childhood...

"Stop, stop, stop! What kind of nonsense analysis is this?! Can't you keep your brain away from such vulgarities?!"

Old Man Hook read my thoughts and interrupted my analysis with a string of curses.

"Don't interrupt me, sir! I'm about to analyze Zack's adolescent turmoil and his Oedipus complex, which is not understood by the world..."

Old Man Hooker roared, "Put your pansexualism aside for now!"

I countered sharply, "This isn't pansexualism, it's psychoanalysis! It's real science! I also have cocaine therapy, electroconvulsive therapy, hypnosis, hand-laying rituals, cooling catheter therapy, and many other methods that can pull Zack back from the wrong path!"

"What followed was just pure torture! Apologize to Zack!"

Old Man Hook's voice was panting, tinged with a hint of hysterical rage, "Every time I talk to you, I feel like I'm going to lose several years of my life... I really shouldn't have forced you into the dream to help me..."

Hmph, do you know how terrifying it is to describe a perfectly healthy mental patient as having a genetically locked fourth-order disorder?

Hey, wait a minute!

What does it mean to "forcibly pull me into a dream"?!

So it was you, old man, who caused my appearance here!

I survived, but I almost lost my life (╯°□°）╯︵┻━┻!

Come here, I'll give you a buff!