Can you block this punch that took billions of years of effort?

Break the neck? Slap? Push? Catch and throw? Crush every joint in the body?

There are too many answers.

It seems that each one is right.

It seems like each one is wrong.

The commander held his breath as cold sweat silently soaked his entire body. When he was about to use up his last bit of courage to throw a punch, the hand in front of him, big enough to cover his entire face, came to the top of his head.

Then, fall gently.

The primitive man opened his eyes: 13. Fellow man? Or prey?

Thanks to Linga's heroic feat.

Not to mention looking down on him, every move he makes will make people tremble with fear.

light?

When the tiger pounces on the keeper to play, it doesn't feel that it is very heavy. A grain of sand in the era is so small, but it is a mountain on a person's head.

Even though Linga's palm seemed so light, no one would doubt that he was capable of hitting the poor old officer's head into his chest.

But no matter what people think, the fact is... nothing happened.

A modern man who is 1.7 meters tall is just a short creature that just reaches the waist in front of the linga.

Therefore, when he ruffled the hair of the man in front of him a little roughly, he surprisingly did not feel out of place, and even had a strong sense of déjà vu.

The commander froze.

The others had similar expressions.

"—!"

Something is wrong.

Nothing seemed to be wrong.

Everyone who witnessed this scene had a strange feeling in their hearts.

Until Linga finished rubbing, patted the commander's head, and then turned around and pretended to leave, the commander had a dazed expression and tears in his eyes, which were seen by countless people. Only then did they finally solve their doubts and find the source of the strangeness.

Most families have experienced this, a father disciplining his son, or an elder disciplining an immature younger generation.

When did this custom and tradition originate?

Perhaps this is part of human nature.

Obviously we don't speak the same language.

There is clearly a time gap of hundreds of millions of years.

But Linga did what most people have done, and it is also an act that is generally recognized by human society.

This not only serves as strong evidence that Linga is a human being, but also means that Linga recognizes the commander as his compatriot.

But so what if they are compatriots?

Anyone who kills can also be killed.

Besides, they are enemies.

The same question was raised in a certain mansion.

The questioner's name is "Imai Xiaoyuko".

He is a talented high school student who is destined to become the top fighter in his lifetime.

Only eighteen years old.

He has already made a name for himself in the Kengan Association, which is made up of many major companies and is home to many experts.

"Oh, it's a very simple truth. You don't understand it because you are young. Of course, this is not to belittle you, but when you reach a certain age, many concepts will change."

Faced with a young man who happened to visit him and who he was very optimistic about.

Katara Metō stroked his beard, seemingly indifferent, but his words hit the nail on the head: "Just like you now, will you still fight with hooligans like you did before?"

"of course not."

Xiao Yuzhou shook his head desperately.

"What's the reason?"

"Ugh...too weak, boring, it's embarrassing whether you win or lose."

"So what if I asked you to beat up a kindergarten kid?"

Katara Metō asked as if he had expected it.

"That's a crime!"

Suddenly, a flash of lightning struck my mind.

Xiao Yuzhou's face suddenly changed and he looked fiercely at the unforgettable figure on the TV screen.

"Could it be that he thought that old man was his own child? That's why he did something that could lead to misunderstanding!"

Katara Metō's eyes were deep, and his tone was unfathomable: "Who knows? How can modern people understand the thoughts of primitive people? But what is certain is that in his eyes, most people are as weak as naughty children, so he never regarded the army as an enemy that needs to be killed."

"Your doubts were invalid from the beginning."

It seemed to confirm the old man's point of view.

on site.

The commander looked at Linga's back, and suddenly his body went limp and he fell to his knees.

Then, under everyone's stunned gaze, he pounded his hands on the ground and burst into tears!

Just like a child who has never grown up.

His eyes became extremely clear.

Like a child who has not experienced much of the world.

Everyone who saw this scene was at a loss.

Therefore, no one knows.

just now--

The man's self-esteem, courage, willpower and experience as a senior military officer and an adult were all wiped out by Linga's hand.

It doesn't mean to erase it out of thin air.

But it's like he can't remember anything, just like an amnesia patient who has suffered a severe blow!

Faced with the oppressive feeling brought by Linga, in order not to be completely defeated, the heart and personality fled into the depths of the subconscious.

What dominates this body at this moment is the unconcealed pure and unrestrained instinct.

I sensed a strong sense of crisis, but I could do nothing because my instincts didn't lie. I couldn't win, and I couldn't escape.

The only way to vent my emotions is by crying.

This appearance made countless people think of a certain creature.

That's right.

——It’s a baby!

Linga did not take action for a simple reason.

In this world, what adult would argue with a baby?

You can beat and scold naughty children.

When it comes to toys, you can play with them without mercy.

But for a baby, making him cry until he passes out may be the best punishment.

After all, what else can we do to a creature as childish as a cat or a dog except to kill it?

Yes.

It can also be strangled.

Did Linga overlook this option?

No.

of course not.

At least Yingchu doesn't think so.

He put his hands in the pockets of his white coat and muttered to himself, "How can humans who have embarked on the path of 'individuality' regard 'monkeys' who have not yet fully evolved as their own kind?"

"But if it's prey, it's another matter."

"When the colonel stands before you and fights you in the most primitive way, you will face up to his existence."

"Although if you rush in and confront them, you will only put yourself in a more dangerous situation."

"It's not just because camouflage, where you use similar behaviors and postures to trick creatures into thinking they are the same species, doesn't work."

"Another point is that from this moment on, you will be elevated from a toy to a prey. After all, there are cannibals, so how can you avoid being killed in this situation?"

"There is only one answer - turn into a baby."

“Whether hunting or fishing, young prey will be spared. This is a rule that must be followed in order to prevent the food chain from collapsing and losing a stable source of food and income.”

"The colonel has become your prey. All you need to do next is make him realize his own weakness, restrain his claws and fangs, and lower himself to the level of a 'baby'. This way you can save your life."

“As for how to recognize your own weakness… the most direct way is to step into your field and challenge your expertise.”

At this point, Yingchu had a complicated expression. He took his hand out of his pocket, opened the car door, walked slowly to the commander, squatted down and said soothingly:

"Colonel, you have done a great job. Before I even gave you any advice, you found the only chance to survive. As a man, you have indeed not lost. Not only have you protected us, but you have also won a future for yourself. Just as you said, this is a glorious victory."

Hunting era overlords in the past.

Now he is also hunting down the Overlord of the Era.

It seemed that for that person, hunting down the overlord of the era was Linga’s law of survival.

It is the fuse that nature uses to restrain the overlord of the times.

It is completely wishful thinking to expect him to be merciful and moved by courage.

Linga's previous behavior had nothing to do with how a father treats his child or how an elder treats his juniors. It was simply... teasing the prey that had not yet grown up and was still baring its fangs and claws.

I believe that many people will immediately think of the following picture: a primitive man in a grass skirt squatting under the shade of a tree, smiling and teasing a newly hatched little dragon with his fingers.

I hope no one will have a wrong understanding of it, otherwise if you rashly approach it to try to establish a relationship with it, you will still be treated as a toy like grass or stone, and the outcome will not be good.

Yingchu thought.

Linga had no idea that someone was trying to figure out his intentions from two different angles.

Indeed, in his eyes, everyone was as fragile as a child, and he also knew clearly that it was a naive idea to expect the other party to become stronger and grow into a qualified prey before looking for trouble.

Maybe there is someone who deserves his expectations, but it is definitely not that man.

Neither the same kind nor compatriots.

Not food, not prey.

The reason why he did this - to put it bluntly, was to say thank you.

I want to thank the other person for risking his life on the first day I opened my eyes and came to the modern world, and for using such a precious thing as a gift to please me.

"Well done, I like it."

This is actually what Linga wanted to express.

at this time.

Suddenly, gunfire rang out.

The volume was so loud that it even drowned out the crying at the scene.

The sudden change attracted the attention of everyone at the scene.

The crying stopped.