Starting from the Dragon Clan, it's a 50-50 split

"Not quite the same?" Tang Zi raised her eyebrows.

"Let's talk as we walk," Mo Qiuran took a step forward. "The traces are very obvious. There are damaged and fallen trees all along the way. The man finally stopped at an open space on the top of the mountain. The open space seemed to have been cleared by him. It seemed that he had no intention of escaping. He just stayed there... waiting to die."

"Interesting." Tang Zi said, "It seems that he has not completely fallen into Deadpool."

"Yes, except for the fact that his skin is iron blue, he now looks like an ordinary person in ragged clothes, and he is still looking at a torn photo," Mo Qiuran asked, "Sister Tang, is it common for mixed-bloods to fall into depravity?"

"I've told you before that once the bloodline exceeds 50%, the process of degradation is irreversible. Whether it's easy or not depends on the difference between the Word Spirit and the bloodline. The bloodline class determines how close the starting point is to the end point on this road, and the Word Spirit determines how fast you run..." Tang Zi said, "This is a race to death. Few hybrids can live peacefully until the end of their natural life. They either degenerate into Deadpool or die in the process of slaying the dragon."

"It sounds really..." Mo Qiuran thought about the word, "unfortunate."

"Dragon blood is both a blessing and a curse. The more you boil it, the more powerful you gain by using it, but you are also getting closer to death." Tang Zi said softly, "If one day you realize that you are about to cross that line, remember to tell me."

"Sister Tang, you can handle this kind of thing?!" Mo Qiuran was shocked. "Are you the reincarnation of Doraemon? Where is the four-dimensional treasure bag? Don't hide it, take it out quickly!"

"Damn your head! What I mean is that I will personally send you off so that you will suffer less!" Tang Zi rolled her eyes and said.

"That's not necessary... So the Bronze Throne is the kind of word spirit that can easily get out of control?" Mo Qiuran refused repeatedly and changed the subject. He thought that he should not have any worries in this regard... As an ordinary person who infiltrated the dragon's nest, of course he did not need to worry about the problem of dragon blood.

Because there isn't any at all!

"The Bronze Throne is a fairly stable Word Spirit. Although it can cause the person who releases it to be more aggressive than normal, it usually does not cause problems such as bloodthirstiness or loss of mind." Tang Zi said, "Unless he insists on pushing this Word Spirit to a peak beyond his ability, it may cause it to lose control."

"Previous materials contain testimonies from surviving spectators who said this was his 100th match in this illegal arena... He would be free after the match and would also receive a large sum of money. Since his opponents were three mixed-bloods armed with weapons, and he was unarmed, almost all the spectators thought he would lose," Mo Qiuran pondered. "Could it be that because the opponents were too powerful, he had to overuse his Word Spirits in order to survive and ultimately lost control of himself?"

"Even if he was pushed to the point where he couldn't be controlled, he wouldn't have fallen at that speed. Judging from the situation at the scene and the testimonies, he had already completely turned into a Deadpool when he lost control... unless his bloodline was very high." Tang Zi shook her head, "There must be something wrong... but the purpose of this trip is just to deal with him, and leave the rest to others. Everyone has their own expertise."

About twenty minutes later, the two followed the road that was violently opened up and arrived at the end of their journey.

The lush, dense and sturdy trees were forcibly torn apart from the ground and thrown aside. The piled up tree trunks blocked all the surroundings, leaving only one exit. At first glance, it looked like an open-air arena. The remaining tree stumps on the open space in the middle had clearly visible scratches on the ends, indicating the method used by the person who did it - tearing by hand!

What kind of strength and hardness is that?

It is no exaggeration to say that it is made of steel and iron!

Mo Qiuran nodded to Tang Zi and walked in.

In the middle of the open space, a ragged man was sitting on a tree stump, holding a photo and looking at it in a trance. His half-long hair covered his face, so his face could not be seen, but the exposed skin had turned iron blue and even had faint scaly protrusions!

It was not 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 messy long hair like a beast, his pair of burning golden eyes were like two bright gas lamps!

"????????????????????????"

Seeing that the person coming was a young man, Basong frowned, lowered his head again, turned his back and asked. His hoarse and low voice sounded like that of a wild beast at first.

"Uh...what did you say?" Mo Qiuran was caught off guard. He originally thought that he would rush up to him as soon as he saw him coming to Basong, but it turned out that he was still conscious and could communicate?

"Chinese? What are the Chinese doing here?" Basong was stunned and switched languages.

"Oh my god, uncle, you can speak Chinese? That's awesome!" Mo Qiuran exclaimed.

"Because when I was doing business at home, there were many Chinese tourists..." Basong answered subconsciously, and shook his head halfway through. Why is now the time to talk about such things!

"Leave here immediately and find the military," Basong said, "Tell them to use the most powerful firepower to cover this place... I can't hold on for much longer. I can feel the desire for flesh and blood... Let them kill me! Otherwise, sooner or later I will become a devil-like monster again!"

"I am from the military, and I have been ordered to come here to kill you." Mo Qiuran said with a slight movement of his eyes.

"You?" Basong frowned, as if he wanted to turn around, but he didn't dare to, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to help but do something after turning around and seeing Mo Qiuran's appearance. "I'm not kidding!"

"Basong, from Kasetsomwen County, Thailand, 37 years old, used to run a tourism business at home, and I don't know when he awakened his bloodline and entered the arena... until he ran away unexpectedly that day. This is the information the Thai side has given me. Maybe you can give me some other supplements," Mo Qiuran said, "The matter of mixed-bloods can only be ended by mixed-bloods. With your Word Spirit, the Bronze Throne Deadpool, you may even be able to block the frontal attack of ordinary missiles."

"...You and I are the same thing?" Upon hearing this, Basong finally couldn't help but turned around, staring directly at Mo Qiuran with his golden eyes like gas lamps.

"Almost." Mo Qiuran calmly began to behave like a husky blending into a wolf pack again, that is, using Kusanagi Kyo's projection enchanted eyes... I have to say that at first glance they really look alike.

"I can't control my instincts. 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 gradually become heavier. The golden pupils in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and the scales on his body became more obvious, as if it was an instinctive reaction from his body. So he turned around again, and after a few deep breaths, the characteristics of his dragonization seemed to weaken a little. "You must make sure you can kill me, otherwise I don't know what I will do!"

"Don't be in a hurry," Mo Qiuran asked, "You don't look like such a hot-tempered person. You are still thinking about others at this time. Why did you suddenly become like this?"

"...a drug that Songpa injected me with, saying it was a stimulant. He said he had bet all his money on me, so he could make a lot of money and I could leave successfully." Basong said in a calm voice, "I exploded during the duel. In the past, I was 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... I turned into a demonic beast! I saw everything I did with my own eyes... but I was powerless!"

"Songpa... is he the boss of the arena, the one who changed his name to Hardy Chris?" Mo Qiuran frowned. "From what you said, he used that potion to win the bet and kill you to prevent you from leaving. Why didn't you kill him at that time?"

"I want to, but I can't!" The iron-blue scales on Basong's body began to spread. After several deep breaths, there was no sign of them receding, but they stayed there with difficulty. "I want to save my wife... He is the only one who has money! I know I can't change back. If I kill him, no one will save my wife!"

"…Is it the woman in the photo?" Mo Qiuran asked after a moment of silence.

"Yes." Basong gasped heavily, but it was of no use this time. The blue-gray scales on his body began to spread slowly, and the dragon blood in his body gradually began to boil uncontrollably, longing for the young flesh and blood in front of him!

"If you trust me, please give me the photo. I don't think Songpa can be trusted, but I can ask someone to help you take care of her." Mo Qiuran said seriously.

"Are you... serious?" Basong was stunned.

"At least I don't have to lie to you." Mo Qiuran walked closer, stretched out his hand and spread out his palm.

"...Okay." Basong stretched out his hand and reached into his arms. His palm was completely covered with iron-blue dragon scales, and his nails had turned into sharp claws!

But it was these terrifyingly sharp claws that took out the fragile and damaged photo, carefully without causing any damage, as if it was 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 he was saying goodbye to the past, as if a soul on the edge of hell had finally let go of the last bit of concern and fell into the abyss.

The reason why he has been able to hold on 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, nor did he want to know. At this moment, he did not smile, but withdrew his hand and looked at the woman in the photo seriously.

She looks ordinary, but it was she who allowed a man who should have degenerated into Deadpool long ago to hold on for so long, and she was even able to control her inner desire to kill and create a place for herself to wait for death.

"Okay, I'll remember that," Mo Qiuran carefully put the photo away, raised his head and looked at Basong, his words and expression were more serious than ever before, "I'll ask someone to take good care of her."

"...Thank you." Having let go of his last bit of worry, Basong smiled with relief. He subconsciously felt that the boy in front of him was very good, probably the best person he had met in all these years.

What a pity that we met at such a time, in such a state, and in such an occasion.

It's destined to be a fight of life and death!

The next moment, the speed at which the iron-blue scales on Basong's body spread increased dramatically! In just a moment, it had exceeded the original speed by a hundred times!

"Kill me! Quickly!" Basong used up the last bit of his control to barely control his restless body. He hoped to create one last advantage for Mo Qiuran, because his human soul would be completely corrupted by the erosion of dragon blood... He would fall into hell forever and become a demon!

However, Mo Qiuran did not move.

He just stood there quietly, watching the last iron-blue scale cover Basong's body, watching his sanity being completely devoured...completely, turning into a Deadpool who only knew how to crave 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 are already dead, and now there is only a deadpool in front of me."

Unfortunately, Basong could no longer hear these words.

He, or rather it, rushed straight towards Mo Qiuran with greedy eyes that were thirsty for flesh and blood!

The iron-blue dragon scales all over its body spread out and turned into sharp blades. Bones protruded from its body and turned into bone spurs. Its originally thin body swelled, and the bulging muscles almost broke through the restraints of the dragon scales. Inside the hard dragon scales that were strong enough to withstand missile bombardments were muscles as hard and strong as steel.

What a terrifying power that is!

Just looking at his body shape, with one punch, the skinny Mo Qiuran seemed like he would be turned into a meat patty!

So, under such a fierce punch, Mo Qiuran punched out.

He didn't dodge, nor did he use his ice or fire abilities... He just stood there and punched!

Tang Zi, who was watching the fight on the side, became serious and moved her body subconsciously. The air around her instantly turned into frost, but she stopped the next second.

Because she believed in Mo Qiuran!

I believe he definitely did react!

So, fists collided with each other.

The sound of the explosion, accompanied by a small shock wave, spread out in all directions, stirring up a large amount of dust and blowing away countless leaves and branches!

Tang Zi stared at the center of the battle.

The dust gradually dissipated, branches and leaves fell...the scene finally appeared before her eyes.

Her pupils suddenly shrank due to shock.

One was a fist covered with iron-gray dragon scales and had pitch-black bone spurs growing on it, and the other was a fist that looked to be only about the size of two knuckles of Deadpool's fist.

It was like a fist bump between the Hulk and Spider-Man, the visual difference was simply despairing.

but……

Just like the result of the fist bump between the Hulk and Spider-Man, the weird and unbelievable thing became a reality because the two were at a stalemate!

even--

"Boxing?"

Mo Qiuran exerted his strength and pushed the monster Deadpool's fist back. However, his thin body contained a strength even more terrifying than the monster itself!

"I like!"

With a sudden force, the bronze throne and fallen Deadpool were directly blown away!

PS: EDG won today and twenty chapters were updated!

Chapter 50: Deliberate Punch!

This is a new temporary projection.

On the projection, a man wearing a fur coat and metal knuckles on his hands was sitting in a seat. On his angular face, there was a scar across the bridge of his nose. His body was muscular and his arrogant eyes seemed to look down on everything.

That is the confidence brought by victory in thousands of life-and-death battles!

After using this projection, Mo Qiuran had this feeling when he saw Deadpool's punch - just a beast with brute force!

Even his strength is not as great as mine!

The blown Deadpool crashed straight into the tree trunks, creating a hole in them.

But the iron-blue scales showed no signs of damage. Deadpool stood up again, roaring loudly, his voice no different from that of a mad beast. Almost without any pause, he stomped heavily on the ground, leaving an obvious collapse. The reaction force then drove his huge and heavy body towards Mo Qiuran like an arrow from a bow, and punched in the air!

Mo Qiuran did not dodge. He swung his left fist, and there was another loud noise. The scene with a huge visual difference was replayed. Without any pause, Mo Qiuran swung his right fist again. This punch even made a sound of breaking through the air, and it carried a golden aura!

"This move is called [Subjugating the Other]!"

A louder sound than any previous one rang out. Deadpool had no time to react to Mo Qiuran's right punch, which was much faster than before. Facing this punch, the left shoulder was hit directly. In an instant, the iron-blue dragon scales wrapped in steel flesh and blood even deformed and cracked! The huge impact force directly sent Deadpool flying backwards again!

Mo Qiuran shouted loudly, and the rocks under his feet collapsed. With the sudden force, he even arrived behind Deadpool who was flying backwards, as if teleporting. With one hand, he grabbed the tree that was as tight as steel due to the previous collision, and with the other hand, he grabbed Deadpool's head, and the two collided hard!

The enormous force even caused Deadpool's skull to deform slightly!

"This move is called Strong Hand Cracking the Skull!" Mo Qiuran laughed wildly. When the projection possessed him, he gained all the combat experience and abilities of the projection. So he began to enjoy the feeling of punching everyone and splashing blood!

Deadpool was unable to fight back, and his brain was severely injured, so he fell into a dizzy state. But Mo Qiuran had no intention of stopping. He kicked Deadpool up, then squatted down, and then jumped up. Before his feet left the ground, he broke the rock into pieces, leaving two deep footprints!

Deadpool's heavy body was forcibly carried by the jumping Mo Qiuran to a higher position, thrown and smashed down! The moment it came into contact with the ground, the ground even trembled slightly, and the terrifying force caused a web of cracks to radiate from the impact point to the surrounding areas!

【Breathtaking】!

Even the Bronze Throne of Words, which has always been famous for its defense and strength, and the hard dragon scales of the dragon-like Deadpool could not withstand this breathtaking attack, because the force was strong enough to ignore this level of defense!

"What's more, there is that golden aura." Tang Zi thought.

She had been watching the fight, and was shocked that Mo Qiuran could fight Deadpool with his physical body. She also noticed that with the fierce blows from his punches, a golden aura began to gradually rise from Mo Qiuran's body!

From being so unnoticeable in the beginning that one thought it was an illusion to now being visible to the naked eye, the golden aura rose up like a real flame, causing the air to distort and deform, rendering Mo Qiuran's eyes a dazzling gold, giving people a feeling of being overbearing and able to break through everything!

But what exactly is the purpose of this arrogance?

Tang Zi soon found out.

"Let's end it here, Basong, may your soul rest in peace." Mo Qiuran said softly as he looked at Deadpool who was lying on the ground, temporarily unable to move because of his bones, muscles, and blood vessels.

That's right, this is only temporary, because the powerful self-healing ability is repairing everything on Deadpool's body, and his aura is gradually becoming stronger from weak!

As long as it cannot be killed in one blow, give it some time and it will recover!

But Mo Qiuran will not give it such an opportunity. The monsters in hell should stay in hell!

“A master once said, be like water.”

Mo Qiuran grabbed Deadpool and leaned him against a tree stump.

Deadpool's instinct seemed to be to sense something and he wanted to escape, but his broken bones and muscles prevented him from moving.

Mo Qiuran stood in front of it and punched it.

"Then I am the tsunami."

The rising arrogance finally found a breakthrough and burst out all at once. Just as Mo Qiuran said, it was not a trickle, but a tsunami!

The golden arrogance that vented out like a tsunami turned into a dragon in the air! The magnificent golden dragon head broke away from Mo Qiuran's right straight punch and directly swallowed up Deadpool's upper body!

[Intentional punch]!

The scorching air wave rushed in this direction for a distance of five meters before gradually disappearing. It seemed that it did not encounter any obstacles along the way... because all obstacles were "melted".