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

"This is a TV. You can't touch it even if you're this close. I told you before that a man's charm lies more in his back muscles than his pectoral muscles."

Although there is a big age gap between them, the two sisters have the same hobby, which is their love for "muscles"!

Size, shape, fullness, health, water content, classification... so all the knowledge related to muscles is understood as clearly as if it were commonplace. This obsession hidden under the ordinary attitude towards life can be said to be a curse!

"Shashasha~Hmm? Sister, did you say anything just now?"

Although they were forcibly pulled apart, from this angle, the person's front figure that was constantly enlarged as he walked towards the camera gave Zhu Mei a stronger mental shock, and the love in her eyes could no longer be hidden.

He ignored his sister's words and couldn't even tell whether she had said anything just now.

Ziyin took a puff of cigarette and remained silent.

I silently chanted in my heart: I cultivated it myself, I cultivated it myself...

At this time, Linga, who was far away in the Pacific Ocean, spoke up and said what he had said before. Although the fact that he knew languages ​​shocked countless people, the sisters with special interests were more concerned about... Linga's hidden meaning.

In fact, it’s not just them.

A lot of people.

Many so-called strong men who sublimate "violence" into "martial arts", or are obsessed with carrying out "violence" to the end, or use various "forces" as authority to control everything in the world, all trembled inexplicably at this moment.

It wasn’t long, just a moment.

It was as if some kind of signal was transmitted to me through the air, running through my spine like an electric current, causing my body to shudder unconsciously and subconsciously become 100% alert.

All of this is because of a word that seems common to modern people - "formal wear".

Formal wear refers to clothing suitable for formal occasions.

In other words, it is the attire that modern people wear when they leave their comfortable homes, walk into society, and strive hard for survival.

That is by no means meaningless.

In a sense, it is a necessity for survival.

Just like a craftsman's mold.

Chef's chopping board.

Teacher's pen.

Although it is not absolutely indispensable, abandoning it will bring you unnecessary trouble.

Then the problem is coming.

For dragon hunters living in a time far beyond primitive times, what is formal attire?

As for clothes, I obviously already have them.

——The shorts made of animal skin.

Judging from what Linga has done since he was born, he doesn't seem to have encountered any trouble due to not wearing "formal clothes".

Maybe to him, it doesn't matter what it is.

Even if the clothes do not cover the body, it can still be called "formal wear".

However, this is ultimately just the self-righteous view of modern people.

No matter what era.

Human beings' basic survival needs remain constant.

Just a pair of shorts is not enough to meet the needs of survival, especially in the pure natural primitive era. The consequences of exposing large areas of skin are extremely uncomfortable just to think about, not to mention fighting.

Even if you give me a set of armor, it won't be durable.

...That's right.

armor.

If there is any "formal clothing" suitable for Linga's era, it can only be a super battle suit like armor. However, considering the almost zero production technology in the primitive era, is there really such a thing as a super battle suit?

Linga proved with practical actions that the so-called "super battle suit" does exist. It is not only light enough, but most importantly... it has all the precious value needed for his way of survival - fighting!

On board the Blue Ridge.

Linga felt some invisible pressure coming from the front.

It is the gaze of thousands and millions of people, compressed into a beam by the camera, like sunlight shining on oneself.

This reminded him of a day in the past when a group of ancient wasp-like creatures besieged him. At that time, he longed for a set of fully enclosed armor, preferably covered with spikes, so that the opponent would die if they got close to it.

So I made a set myself.

The material is a monitor lizard with a strong tail.

A familiar feeling came to my mind.

Just at this moment, the guards on the warship finally arrived at the scene and pointed their guns at Linga.

The people around fled in panic.

The cameraman dropped his food and the female reporter and scrambled to the "safe zone" beyond the muzzle of the gun.

Linga glanced at the guards' guns indifferently. As expected, they were submachine guns that could easily shoot people into sieves. Firepower of this level was enough to tear his skin.

but……

There had been more ancient wasps than all their bullets combined, but not a single one had touched his skin.

"Although it's not as big as the giant lizard, your body should be able to handle it, right?"

Linga grinned.

There was a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

Snapped!

With a casual swing of his hand, the adjutant's body drew a beautiful arc in the air, and finally his head was tucked under his armpit.

This posture made many people's pupils shrink.

Because he, who has never been exposed to modern martial arts or fighting techniques, was imitating the movements of the nunchaku with his human body!

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-!

No reminder needed.

Every guard was clearly aware that the man in front of them was a super dangerous creature who would not be tolerated for mercy. Even if they were scared to death and their palms began to sweat, they had to transform this cowardice into murderous intent and release it.

For a moment, bullets came like a rainstorm.

In response to this, Linga raised the corners of his mouth and his smile became wider. His eyes shone like flashlights, making it impossible to see his pupils. At this moment, he looked like a devil in the eyes of others.

"Oh!"

If it was just 'like' before, it is now a real nunchaku.

The adjutant, who is over 1.8 meters tall and weighs about 90 kilograms, is undoubtedly a burly man. But now this burly man has become a nunchaku in Linga's hands, and is whipped at high speed into a group of afterimages. It is impossible to recognize that this is a living person!

The blood rushed into the brain rapidly, forcing the adjutant to wake up. When he opened his eyes, he saw a sea of ​​blood.

Gravity, weight, arm strength... the effects caused by many factors are even more exaggerated than the endurance training of astronauts and pilots. Almost all the blood in the body is concentrated at one point in the brain, and then overflows from the mouth, nose, ears and even eyes.

Although I was awake, my memories flashed by like a kaleidoscope, messing up my sense of time and space. I felt like I was in a dream, with no reaction to reality, like a puppet.

Because of this, Linga made perfect use of his "cleverness" to block all the bullets!

Drops of blood splashed into the air and were caught by the flesh before they could disperse.

The color of the black officer's uniform became darker and darker, and as the linga swung faster and faster, it became airtight, and even more so, everyone on the deck and the millions of viewers behind the protected cameras "saw" a strange scene.

Like flipping through a comic book, the shadow that was swinging at high speed to block all the bullets inevitably covered his entire body.

So much so that when the blood dyed the military uniforms red and the tone became darker, it became particularly eye-catching, and the afterimage at a certain location reappeared before it disappeared.

If this happens all over the body, then to others it would appear as if Linga is wearing a... formal suit.

Black...suit!

Primitive Man Opens His Eyes: 33. Wu Clan

Thanks to the vigorous publicity of [Wushi TV], the popularity of this golden week has been reduced a lot, and those who lost have stayed at home and paid close attention to this unprecedented event.

Not to mention the Internet, the amount of information is increasing at an avalanche-like rate every second, and it is simply impossible to keep up.

However, this huge snowball almost stopped at this moment.

Silence reigns over the invisible web.

Because they were all shocked by the strange beauty of the unique "suit" from the Cretaceous era, their three views were shaken violently as if they were shattered.

Countless realizations came to mind.

Ahhh…I see.

The lack of production technology does not hinder the use of imagination.

With enough imagination, there are always alternatives.

Linga's 'super suit' has higher defense than armor and is stronger than a sword. It does not need to be carried around and can be used as long as you have the right tools at hand.

He's like Iron Man from the Cretaceous period!

Is this the elegance of the wild?

Just as the people behind the camera were stunned and gasping, they found that the deck was in even greater chaos.

No wonder.

Not to mention the people who were at the scene, even they felt shocked and their bodies unconsciously tensed up when the camera filmed them at close range.

It's like watching a horror movie or playing a VR game.

When you focus too much on something, regardless of whether it exists in reality, you will have a sense of being there, and then have various natural reactions due to the visual impact.

Linga wields the human nunchaku, and even though it looks so much like a suit, it doesn't change the fact that the nunchaku is a weapon and his move is a way of fighting.

In fact, the more similar they are, the more powerful they are.

The enormous force rubbed against the air, creating substantial air waves and stirring up the dust on the deck. If one had to find a suitable adjective... yes, a tornado!

A tornado was forming right before their eyes. Everyone on the deck fled in panic because they didn't want to be sucked into it or be crushed to death by some flying object.

What's funny is that after someone jumped into the sea accidentally, others followed suit. Perhaps in their subconscious, the tornado that formed on the deck was destined to engulf the entire warship.

If you want to completely distance yourself from it, instead of severing your connection with it, like a spectator behind the camera, you must detach yourself from the current environment.

Jumping into the sea is the only way out.

In this way, hundreds of people rushed into the sea like dumplings.

Click.

The guards were so stunned that they didn't even react when they ran out of bullets.

Without bullets, Linga no longer needed to maintain a "defensive posture". As those who escaped had expected, a human-sized object smashed through the deck.

The adjutant was upside down with half of his body stuck in it.

Linga tilted his head, his powerful canine teeth reflecting the cold light.

"next."

A short sentence.

There was no trace of murderous intent in his casual tone.

However, the guards threw away their guns like crazy and jumped into the sea crying and screaming.

Linga opened his arms in the sea breeze that echoed with the sound of "Devil!", walked to the front of the bow step by step, and turned his head to look.

Just then, his eyes met with William, who was standing at the broken window of the command room. The latter had a dazed look on his face, which made Linga smile strangely. He stroked his forehead with his finger, and then did a beautiful somersault into the sea.

"commander?"

The other staff officers in the command room came forward in embarrassment and looked at William with concern.

But William just shook his head, showing no desire to communicate, and staggered back to his office.

After communications were restored, the fleet was reorganized, and the Marines were withdrawn, the staff rushed to the captain's office with the latest orders from Congress. When they pushed the door open, they saw the former commander of the Seventh Fleet, William D. Crowder, who had committed suicide by shooting himself and whose body was cold.

The next day, news of the Seventh Fleet's complete withdrawal spread around the world.