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

Seeing an object, "smelling" a scent.

Smell a certain smell and "see" an object.

There are countless similar examples.

Now, everyone who witnessed Linga’s punch “heard” a sound like the howling of a storm. Even though it did not actually exist, they still “heard” it clearly and were extremely certain... This is the correct answer.

If you were there, you would definitely hear this kind of roar!

Hit continuously underwater without breathing.

Many people have tried this training method, but no one is as "radical" as Linga, who actually intends to use brute force to break up the underwater vortex in front of him with a diameter of two kilometers, equivalent to the size of a modern block.

Linga bombarded the oncoming current at a steady rate of ten punches per second.

Sulfone sulfone sulfone...!

Every punch caused the ocean currents to vibrate continuously, creating a clean field of vision where no debris, including sand and dust, could get close to the body.

Finally, he opened his eyes.

In a real sense, the enemy's sights were "met".

Being in the whirlpool of turbid sea water, one has to swim upstream against the attack of a mighty army and tens of thousands of arrows.

Although he was constantly retreating, Linga was extremely excited. This was the first time he encountered a strong enemy that was difficult to resist even if he tried his best.

It turned out that relying solely on one's own strength was not enough to resist the natural disaster - the moment I realized this, my fighting spirit was ignited and my desire to survive was stimulated to the maximum.

Adrenaline and endorphins are secreted in large quantities, eliminating all unfavorable factors, and functions not related to combat such as urinary excretion must give way, and the physiological state reaches an unprecedented peak.

Feeling the excitement, Linga increased the speed of his punches. His skin could not withstand the high pressure and cracked. He let the blood flow out. The tiny wounds all over his body were like thousands of cuts, which were exposed to the sea water... no, it was the baptism of the enemy's fists!

The violent attack repeatedly exploded the ocean current, and like an array of bombs being fired and detonated intensively, the ocean current was also impacting his body.

The invisible pressure pushed forward layer by layer, and Linga and the killer whale were pushed back round after round, and they had no power to fight back at all.

This is the most brutal fight since the birth of life!

The fists, bodies and even blood of both sides are always in close contact with the opponent, fighting each other without distinction until one side is completely exhausted.

People stared blankly at the tiny ant-like figure struggling like a dying person under the ocean current.

I don’t know if this is an illusion caused by this overly supernatural performance.

Look down from a higher, more macro perspective.

The flow speed of the giant vortex seems to be... a little slower!

Primitives join the game: 60. The hymn of life is the hymn of courage

A temporary shelter converted from a gymnasium in Hokkaido.

Ogiwara Sayu didn't expect that she would encounter a tsunami that is rare in a century just after leaving home.

Her only friend committed suicide in front of her eyes. She was already being ostracized at school and soon faced public pressure that was no less than a natural disaster.

When I returned home, not only did I not get my mother's understanding, but she scolded me instead. As a result, I had a mental breakdown and decided to run away from home without any plan. I didn't even have any luggage and I was still wearing my school uniform.

But I have no idea where to go or what to do next.

Wandering in the streets in a daze.

At one point I thought there was nothing wrong with dying.

However, when the tsunami hit the city, I subconsciously followed the crowd and hid in the shelter.

Is this the desire to survive?

Sayu curled up in a corner with her legs hugged, staring blankly at the citizens around her.

The air quality is not good, filled with various smells that make people frown.

But for the first time in her life, she, who had not received much love from her parents and seemed out of place at school, felt like a normal person, integrating into the environment and no longer being special.

The pressures from bullying and family factors in the past are insignificant compared to the physical natural disasters.

Under this pressure.

Whether it is a student, teacher, housewife...

Bullies and non-bullies.

Victims and non-victims.

Those who insult others, those who are insulted.

All are put into the same category.

That is – “disaster victims”.

The disaster destroyed everything.

The good is finished.

The bad ones were also ended.

All are on the same page.

This way, everyone can understand each other.

Sayu looks at everything around her with a terrifyingly calm attitude.

no one knows……

Even the staff member who happened to walk past Sayu, looked at her with pity and sympathy and gave her a bottle of mineral water and a pack of biscuits could not have imagined that this well-behaved and lovely girl was silently hoping that disasters like this would continue.

at this time.

The sound of crying filled the air.

An atmosphere of sadness and anxiety permeated the air.

Communication between people.

...disappeared.

It didn't disappear suddenly.

Instead, it is like snow melting into water under the hot and bright sunshine and then evaporating.

The summer calm is brutal.

This kind of harsh atmosphere shouldn't exist in a lifeless shelter.

But it just showed up.

The reason was that the live news room, which had been continuously broadcasting disaster information, announcing various data and soothing speeches by senior officials, suddenly switched screens.

A counterintuitive picture.

A situation that goes against common sense.

It brought an counterintuitive visual impact to everyone in the shelter.

"That was... a joke."

The staff member next to Sayu dropped the supplies in his hand on the ground and looked at the big screen with a dull look on his face. The people around him also ignored the supplies on the ground. Their expressions and reactions were exactly the same.

Even Sayu is no exception.

The underwater footage shot under the strong impact of the ocean current was shaking constantly, but you could still see the despairingly huge whirlpool and... the man riding a killer whale!

Being at the periphery of the whirlpool, theoretically the area with the strongest rotational force, they were swimming upstream against a turbid tide that was wider than the world's largest waterfall. Even though they were beaten back round after round, they continued to fight tirelessly.

Every punch caused the sea water to burst, and ripples visible to the naked eye spread out, the sound of which was no less than a real underwater explosion!

Part of the force of flow and rotation was offset, the dirty sea water seemed to be purified, the messy filth was blown away by the powerful punch, and balls of white water splashed around the red body covered with bloody wounds, exuding a sense of sacred heroism.

Every drop of flying blood is so unique, filled with a primitive breath that is incompatible with the modern times, and contains a heat and fighting spirit that is difficult for ordinary people to understand.

The "human" element is extremely weak. It is more like standing at the top of biological beings, as the collection of all violence possessed by biological beings, and standing at the top of non-biological beings, representing the collection of all violence possessed by non-biological beings, launching an equal... "duel"!

That incredible power can be felt clearly through the screen, and the visual impact dispels the haze of the body and mind.

Just like what was mentioned before, the scorching sunlight melted the lifeless atmosphere without any explanation.

in a sense.

This is also... a way to destroy everything.

It's no different than a tsunami.

In fact, the victims' pupils did tremble and their bodies shook, as if they saw their homes destroyed and their loved ones killed tragically.

But...no.

Because Sayu's heart is not at peace either.

She hoped that the disaster would continue, so she should feel disappointed and angry when she saw someone trying to prevent it.

But in the face of that incredible courage, all thoughts, whether good or bad, disappeared, and I was completely immersed in the emotion of witnessing the miracle of life!

The extremely pure emotion even overshadowed the anger towards the tsunami and the excitement of having someone help him in revenge.

The desire to survive has actually been playing a silent role in our daily lives.

They attach importance to the immediate goals and future ideals, but they have no idea that the so-called goals and ideals, as well as the driving force for breaking through difficulties and current limitations, are simply the "desire to survive."

Everyone has different ideas, but they all have the desire to survive - a common pursuit called "staying alive".

Now, there are people who stand in the same position as them, trying to break the limitations of nature, gain more living space, and become the first life on the earth... to truly gain complete freedom and unconstrained life.

Let the common pursuit of all life turn from "impossible" to "possible".

that's it.

It created an unprecedented resonance among the disaster victims who were in dire straits and eager to survive.

I don’t know how long it lasted, maybe a few minutes, maybe more than ten minutes.

Someone suddenly said something.

"That vortex...is it slowing down?"

Sayu suddenly came to her senses and took a closer look. It was indeed slowing down. Using the speed of the wreckage mixed in the ocean current as a reference, it was obvious that the speed of the rotating flow was decreasing.

The people around also noticed it, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.

Maybe they themselves couldn't explain why they were so happy, but in short, they were filled with joy as if they had played a part in the feat of overcoming the disaster.

"what!"

Suddenly, someone cried out in surprise.

No, more than one.

It's not just here.

Many people exclaimed at this moment.

Even Detsu Kutaro, who was filming underwater, had his hands shaking, revealing his inner hesitation.

No wonder.

Something unexpected happened.

As mammals, killer whales breathe with lungs just like humans, which means they need to surface occasionally to take in fresh oxygen.

The larger the volume, the more oxygen is needed.

The rare super-large mutant tiger under Linga's feet is not just here to play in the water, it is also under considerable pressure.

Trying hard to keep balance in the rush of the ocean current acts as a stable "foothold", allowing Linga to focus on attacking and save a lot of energy. He can use the ground as he does on land to easily deliver a powerful blow with a complete power chain.

The heavy pressure transmitted from the linga's feet will not only not cause any harm to it, but will also help it dive and avoid being washed to the surface of the sea by the spiraling current.

But after struggling to resist the impact of the sea waterfall for more than ten minutes, which was mixed with countless debris, its skin was inevitably scratched. As its oxygen was depleted, its physical strength was also exhausted. Its bruised and battered body lost balance and was ruthlessly washed away by the ocean current.

Linga retracted his feet, turned his head to look at the killer whale, and then looked away.

If nothing unexpected happens, I will be carried to the surface of the sea by the ocean current, and then pushed away by the ripples and waves like a small boat floating on the sea, and sent to the shore. Before that, I will probably be able to recover some strength and get rid of the waves, so there is no need to worry for the time being.

On the contrary, it was him.

Many people believed that without the help of killer whales, they would be washed away soon. However, Linga’s flexibility in the sea was far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and the density of sea water could be regarded as “flat ground” for them.