Bring some numerical shock to the summoning world

"You're more of a threat than he is."

The magic power that was purified once again gathered at the fingertips of the child prodigy. The next second, an inconspicuous beam of light burst out from the fingertips and pierced Bai Dongdong's chest.

Take a hold.

Zhou Li exerted a little force with his right hand, and the beam of light was instantly crushed by Zhou Li.

?

The child prodigy was stunned for a moment.

Wait, you can use this move without anyone else's cooperation?

Just now, Zhou Li had slapped four beams of naval gunfire off-center, and Prodigy had assumed it was a collaborative effort between Zhou Li and Bai Dongdong. After all, this thing was a highly concentrated form of magic power, equivalent to one person deflecting the beam of a flashlight. This was simply unbelievable.

However, Zhou Li demonstrated through his actions that this thing only requires certain skills and absolute speed.

in short···

"I see you have absolutely no idea what numerical values ​​are."

Zhou Li's voice came from behind.

The prodigy didn't move, but black magical structures began to burst out from his body.

Click.

Crushed?!

An emotion called astonishment emerged in the child prodigy's mind, just enough to make her escape in another direction immediately.

Reach out and crush it.

The child prodigy appeared not far away, and dopamine formed her body, allowing her to return to this world.

"You really are a monster."

She stared at Zhou Li intently, her words tinged with emotion, "There's a reason why Solomon is so concerned about you."

"so."

Zhou Li shook off the broken dopamine in his hand, then he looked at the child prodigy and asked:

"How many lives do you have?"

“A meaningless question.”

Shaking his head, the child prodigy said indifferently:

"I am now no different from a god. Human emotions are endless, so I am naturally immortal."

"The total population of the Colorful City is approximately 37.5 million. Based on my calculations, she just absorbed approximately 6 million units of dopamine."

Formulas slowly flowed through his eyes as Bai Dongdong bluntly said, "One dopamine contains four emotions. Based on this number, she now has 2.4 million lives."

"The endless formula of the School of Truth?"

The child prodigy looked at Bai Dongdong, a look of understanding flashing in his eyes, "No wonder... It seems that the School of Truth regards you as their savior."

"In other words, if her plan succeeds and all 37.5 million people are converted into dopamine production lines using smoothies, she will have 37.5 million units of dopamine per day, which translates to 146 million lives."

After a brief moment of calculation, Bai Dongdong exclaimed in astonishment, "No wonder she dared to appear before you so brazenly, Old Zhou. If she succeeds, even if you kill her a hundred times a day, she still won't be able to resurrect as many times in an hour."

"You are very powerful. Unfortunately, I am not on the same page as your School of Truth."

The child prodigy said with some regret, "If you had stopped me earlier, or killed me completely when I injected dopamine, you would have won. Unfortunately, you can't stop what's happening now."

"The rolling stone of fate has already fallen, and no one can stop its trajectory."

"That means she hasn't reached the point of infinite life yet, right?"

Standing on the ground, Snake Man, Mom, and Park Sheng beside him tried hard not to make any sound. Zhou Li walked towards the child prodigy, cracked his knuckles, and asked:

"What's two million four hundred thousand divided by sixty?"

"forty thousand."

Bai Dongdong answered without hesitation.

Two million four hundred thousand is the number of my lives, what is sixty?

Doubts automatically emerged in my mind.

"Full."

Zhou Li said these two words.

Sometimes, we say a skill name just to show off. Sometimes, we say a fake skill name to confuse the audience. I'm sure everyone has had the experience of calling out a powerful punch and then kicking out a beautiful crotch kick.

But Zhou Li was different.

He uttered these two words as a reminder to all existence.

He's going to do his best.

what happened?

The prodigy suddenly felt her breathing stop.

No, it wasn't that her breathing had stopped; it was that the air was becoming stagnant. The child prodigy's thoughts began to linger, and everything around him seemed to slow down. Whether it was the air, the magic, or the vague gazes around him, he lowered his gaze, no longer looking, no longer sensing.

Wait, sight?

The child prodigy's brain had begun to dull, and she suddenly realized that she had been being watched by a strange being. That gaze was endless, but at this moment it withdrew its gaze.

as if···

fear.

Every cell, every muscle was filled with fear. The magic was terrified, and even the air began to tremble with fear.

The building began to shake, but it quickly subsided.

"Next thing you know, your face will be covered in punches 40,000 times a second."

Zhou Li placed his hand on the immobile prodigy's shoulder. At this moment, every movement he made was extremely slow, as if a primary school student could dodge him and run onto the main road to be hit and killed. However, the prodigy could not avoid him, could not hide.

Because her body had been replaced by dopamine, she was so frightened that she couldn't move.

"You'd better be happy."

The first punch sent blood and flesh flying, bones turning to dust. The friction between the fist and the air created a piercing sound barrier and sparks flew everywhere, but it was unclear whether the fist had moved. Only the faint echo and the cracks in the nearby wall reminded everyone that someone had just thrown a punch.

Not a punch.

A sentence emerged in the child prodigy's mind.

I died forty thousand times.

Two million four hundred thousand is the number of my lives.

sixty.

It's one minute and sixty seconds.

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood big wood!!!!!!!!!"

In front of others, Zhou Li seemed to have only thrown a few dozen slow punches, even pausing for a few seconds. But the child prodigy's head was like a colorful firework, constantly exploding, repairing, exploding, repairing, as if a classic M&M bean was being infinitely reshaped.

forty thousand.

It is the number of punches Zhou Li throws in one second.

At the 37th second, the child prodigy, whose consciousness began to recover, realized that Zhou Li was going to use one minute to completely kill him by beating him to death 40,000 times every second.

In the fortieth second, the child prodigy who had died one million and six hundred thousand times began to feel an emotion called fear. This kind of fear could not be stopped by dopamine. It was the fear that was bound to appear after the human instinct for survival was torn apart one million and six hundred thousand times.

The prodigy suddenly realized that even if the dark magma of the abyss poured down on her, she could not die forty thousand times in one second.

Because the temperature of magma also has gaps.

But Zhou Li didn't.

His fist is a net that runs through the past, present and future. As long as you are caught in it, you will be constantly shrouded in death.

In the fifty-fourth second, the child prodigy, who had less than one tenth of his life left, suddenly realized.

She is going to die.

Beaten to death.

So, in the fifty-seventh second, the prodigy's 2.28 millionth life was shattered by a punch, and the switch she had buried in her soul in advance was also turned on.

Fifty-eight seconds.

Zhou Li's fist stopped.

"Thirteen million dopamine."

The child prodigy stared at Zhou Li intently, his words filled with lingering fear and the madness of having survived a catastrophe, "How could I not have a backup plan?"

"How could I possibly... not have a backup plan?"

"Open them all, open them all!"

After erupting into a hysterical roar, the child prodigy pointed at Zhou Li and laughed, "Monster! You are the real monster! You can kill me two million times! I can also be resurrected tens of millions of times!"

"Fuck! Ice!"

“Inject it!!!!”

Following the child prodigy's cry, the entire Colorful City's air circulation system suddenly shifted its flow and injection routes. Above the dome, the security team, already prepared, reached out and forcefully switched the pipes.

Switch to the warehouse exit filled with ice!

"Give it all to me, damn! Ice!!!!"

Chapter 156 Compared to the Child Prodigy

Precision machinery is always the most perfect existence.

Zhou Li was very fond of the conclusion of a magic researcher: "Magic is just a force, it cannot be mythologized or underestimated, and it must be treated with a scientific perspective and sufficient imagination." This person is the founder of modern magic theory, The Thinker.

It was precisely because of his conclusions that magic shifted from its original "mystical school" to a "practical school," and humans began to systematically study magic, rather than demonizing or sanctifying it. Once highly regarded magical props gradually began to fall into the hands of ordinary people, and parchment, blood, and dust were gradually replaced by mechanical structures.

The civilization of this world has also developed further as a result.