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

Underwater explosion and air explosion, the former is far more powerful than the latter.

In other words... moving the technology that cannot be used on land to use on land, in this case, is not just as simple as being comparable to bombs, but completely surpassing bombs!

Even if Linga had no intention of killing at all, such extraordinary skills still caused an indelible impact on the bodies... and minds of Himiko and the other three.

Trembling, can't stop at all.

Is it because he is tall?

Or is it because of the wild outfit?

No, neither.

Rather, the vibrations interfered with the nervous system, causing the body and brain to tremble unconsciously.

Just by getting close, he was in this state even without being attacked. If he was hit by a punch, his body might have exploded.

In fact, even if Linga didn't take action, when his eyes swept over the four people, they all felt as if their skin was torn apart. He could see clearly from the outside to the inside, without missing a bone or a muscle fiber.

At this point, there is no longer any secret.

Masashi Miyamoto gritted his teeth, took out a bomb and threw it.

There are eight different types of bombs in the game, eight for each player, of random type. His IBM is a timed type, and it will explode after a ten-second countdown when pressed.

"Come on!"

He suppressed his physical discomfort, stumbled and turned to run away.

Himiko and the other two immediately followed.

Kondo Takashi also took out his own impact bomb and threw it out, trying to cover their retreat.

This bomb will explode when it touches something after being pressed.

boom!

Fireworks-like explosions bloomed above the sea.

"How is it possible!? The bomb was knocked away before it could react!?"

Kondo Takashi couldn't believe his eyes.

But it is true.

The bomb he threw out was slapped away by Linga because his action was too fast. It was slapped away before the bomb recognized the "collision" signal and detonated.

The impact bomb that exploded upon contact turned out to be a "delayed" detonation bomb.

What about the real time bomb?

The corners of Linga's mouth turned up, and his facial muscles were squeezed into a shape that looked like a partial grimace. His right foot was raised into a split position, showing his extraordinary flexibility, and the next second it suddenly dropped down -

boom!

The earth trembled, and the sand rose again to form waves visible to the naked eye. Fortunately, the four people were standing far away, otherwise they would have been in trouble again.

Suddenly, the four of them vaguely heard a muffled sound and felt a slight vibration.

Miyamoto Masashi's face changed.

When he saw Linga take his feet away, his bad premonition was immediately confirmed.

It was not like people setting off firecrackers and stepping on it to suppress the explosion, but rather kicking the bomb deeper into the sand so that the explosion would occur underground and would not hurt anyone.

"Give me!"

Masashi Miyamoto doesn't believe in evil. As a mercenary, he has a ruthless nature. The monster in front of him, who looks like a primitive savage, would be the villain chasing the protagonist's gang in a movie. No matter what, he cannot allow this hidden danger to exist.

So he snatched Akira Mitsu's backpack and took out a fire gas bomb from it.

After pressing the switch and throwing it out, the shell opens and sprinkles capsules containing chemicals.

Then, the chemicals were spilled out from small capsules that spread out in all directions. When they came into contact with the air, they began to vaporize into highly toxic gas under the high temperature.

"what!"

Himiko and the others suddenly felt a strong wind accompanied by sand coming towards them. They quickly raised their arms to cover their eyes and narrowed their eyes. They saw a figure rolling violently and wailing in pain in the thick fog mixed with sand and chemicals.

Although it was in line with their expectations, why did the voice sound so familiar?

Seems to be……

"I don't understand why we have to do this."

A strange voice sounded beside me.

The three of them turned around suddenly and were shocked to find that Linga was standing next to them, but Miyamoto Masashi was gone.

"What...what's going on?! Where did Miyamoto go?"

As soon as he said this, he suddenly thought of something and looked towards the thick fog.

Isn't that figure slowly falling to the ground Miyamoto Masashi?

"Bombs, throw them with a throwing motion until they hit the enemy. I've done this before, but you're too slow."

Linga folded his arms and commented dully.

"So slow that I was able to run behind that guy while the bomb was still in the air, and then kick him in the ass, sending him back to where I was before. But being able to witness 'my' death from his perspective is not bad, right?"

"monster!"

Just when they were too scared to move, Kondo Takashi suppressed his panic, took out a bomb, and was about to press it when Linga suddenly grabbed his wrist.

The slightest exertion caused unbearable pain and he could no longer hold the bomb.

Linga let go, reached down and caught it easily, then pressed a button and gently threw it into the sky in front of the three people. The three people panicked and ran away, but they fell to the ground after a few steps and simply lay down on the ground.

boom!

There was an explosion.

But both the sound and the impact were seriously inconsistent with the power they knew.

When the three turned around, they saw Linga's right hand clenched into a fist, with black smoke oozing out from between his fingers. There was no need to explain what had happened, the answer was obvious.

He caught the bomb he had thrown with his hands.

Then clench your fists.

He crushed the explosion with his inhuman grip strength.

That’s right, an invisible and intangible explosion can also be crushed by the body.

After all, the shock of the explosion is a force, and heat is a force.

Muscle force is also force.

The collision between forces is nothing more than a test of who is stronger.

It is only natural that the flesh that can create an 'underwater explosion' will collapse and cause an explosion on land. After all, physical phenomena have long proved that the former is far more powerful than the latter underwater.

But having said that, they don't think this is something humans can do.

Although compared to Linga's physique, this small bomb is only as big as a marble and it is too easy to hold in the palm of your hand, but this marble is capable of killing a living person and its power is comparable to that of a real grenade!

While they were sweating profusely and dazed, Linga spread out his hands, revealing his charred palms, but he gently patted the necrotic skin flakes to fall off, and then clenched his fists repeatedly several times to allow blood circulation to speed up metabolism. The skin that had looked relatively pink soon returned to its original state.

Not only does he have inhuman grip strength, he also displays inhuman recovery ability.

I don't want to fight anymore.

They completely lost their courage.

But Linga had no intention of letting them go.

"Rather than hitting someone, a more direct way to kill someone is to smash them, like this!"

He grabbed Kondo Takashi and Akiza Mitsuo, two men weighing more than 90 kilograms, one in each hand and threw them into the sky towards the sea like bombs.

The mournful cry that resounded through the sky rose from low to high, and then from high to low.

In the end, there was only a 'pop' sound.

They flew up and landed at the same time, and died at the same time.

smash.

people.

It's not about using things to smash things, but about letting people smash things on them.

This way you don't have to worry about hit rate.

Don't worry about not doing enough damage.

Because throws are the most powerful technique in the world.

I can’t punch or kick far enough.

"My own strength plus the opponent's weight, combined with the gravity of the planet, the final effect is like a meteorite hitting the earth... No, it's a meteorite hitting the earth. I still can't forget that scene, so I want to replicate it so much. Even if the power is far less than one percent of it, as long as the essence is the same, I will be satisfied."

Linga looked at the blonde girl who was sitting stupidly on the ground, walked up to her calmly and started eating, adjusting his state to prepare for the next challenger.

Fill the stomach.

Satisfy your instinctive needs and make your body happy and relaxed, and you will naturally be able to maintain an excellent state. Go against the body and believe that limiting and curbing the self can make the heart stronger, thereby gaining greater power in the process of fighting against the self.

It's pure self-consumption, an evil path among evil paths.

If the inner instinct is getting stronger and the outer force is also getting stronger, then when the two powerful forces are added together, 2 is greater than 1, and the result is obvious.

Himiko's real name was Hermilla, and strictly speaking she was a foreigner.

But even though she came from a foreign country with a more open-minded society, she never thought that one day she would be abducted to a deserted island, and melt into the sun on the beach with a savage who she didn't even recognize and was suspected to be an indigenous person, in front of two corpses.

First there is melting, then there is fusion.

When the sad and desperate heart came into contact with that strong heartbeat, the haze seemed to be swept away as if it was infected by it, leaving only unprecedented joy.

The wildness deep in the cells is awakened, and once accepted, it can no longer be rejected.

It feels like a traveler in the desert finding an oasis.

It turns out that the purpose of living is to be happy, and the strength gained through growth is actually just to make the happiness continue indefinitely. Everything else is impure.

She looked up at the sky, wishing time would stop there because time flies by so quickly.

When Himiko woke up again, she found herself lying on the beach with her clothes fully dressed. Everything seemed like a dream, but all the joints of her body were sore and painful, as if they had been fallen apart and then forcibly put together.

There was even a feeling of emptiness in the body, different from that of hunger, as if a knife was left with only the sheath, or a lock was without the key.

The strong sense of disobedience prompted Himiko to look around, looking for traces of a certain figure, and then she saw a row of footprints extending all the way to the outside of the dense forest. It was obvious that the other party had just walked away.

Himiko tried to stand up, but failed.

At this moment, her eyes inadvertently swept towards the sea, and she couldn't help showing a stunned expression.

A ship is coming.

And there are far more than one.

Ten, twenty, thirty... maybe more.

They appeared densely in the field of vision, almost occupying the sea horizon.

The most terrifying thing is not the number, but the fact that these ships are all damn warships!

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Primitive Man Opens His Eyes: 29. There is no survival and no games in the face of war

What are they here for? To save people? They look more like they are here to start a war.

The fleet was anchored in deep water.

Spread out and surround the island.

A large number of American soldiers landed on the beach against the wind and waves.

Himiko was stunned.

The bombs carried by each player on this island are enough to kill people easily, but facing these warships, even the smallest one is just a slap in the face.