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

The surface is uneven yet extremely smooth, the internal density is extremely high, and it is unimaginably heavy. No matter how sharp the penetrating power of a fist is, it is not enough to reach the center of the boulder.

In fact, just as the bullet hit the front part of Rupert's Tear and exploded, his finger bones were also cracked and his wrist joint was slightly fractured.

Even the tip of the big toe of the foot that had kicked Linga was seriously injured.

As the attacker, he actually suffered more serious injuries than the person being attacked... How can this result not make people feel despair?

But at this moment, Howard's machete broke through the air and attacked again. Linga turned his head to dodge, but Bertrand took it and chopped towards his neck!

There was no option of showing mercy from the beginning.

Linga is too strong.

He is so powerful that if you want to defeat him, you have to risk your life to fight for a chance of survival. Only by seizing the chance of survival can you be qualified to pursue the chance of victory.

In order to create a chance for Bertrand, Howard used himself as bait, activated the "Ghost" with a 100% release rate, strode forward, held Angelo's shoulders, used the force to jump up, and kicked Linga in the face with his feet together like a rocket launcher!

Although he was a 'bait', his strength was far superior to Angelo and the others, and any random move of his could kill a first-rate fighter, not to mention a carefully planned, full-strength attack.

Seeing this, Linga unexpectedly clasped his arms across his chest, leaned his upper body back sharply, raised his right foot, and supported himself on one leg to make a posture similar to the iron bridge.

The impact of doing this is...

Angelo was thrown high up, and Howard, who was supporting his shoulders, lost his target and kicked towards Bertrand with both feet.

That's not a big deal.

But Bertrand has a knife in his hand!

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The primitive man opened his eyes: 38. The "ghost" of the linga

"—?!"

As the owner of the knife, Howard knew only too well how sharp the knife was.

Cold sweat broke out in an instant.

He hurriedly pulled the rope to forcibly change the knife's trajectory.

He narrowly avoided the knife.

Bertrand was also frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.

He let go and let Howard take the knife back.

But their suffering was not over yet.

What Linga did was not a bridge, but a backflip!

The reason for raising the right leg is to increase the inertia force so that you can rotate one circle in the air.

That's why.

The fast leg speed not only made Howard unable to react, but even the "leg hair" hanging tightly on his legs - Angelo was unable to react, and was thrown out by this force, hitting Howard's back like a weighted sandbag, knocking him to the ground.

"Not using hands, not jumping, just using the power of waist to do a somersault on the spot... What a monster!"

Bertrand murmured, holding his injured right hand.

"Why hasn't Angelo's poison taken effect yet? Logically, it should take effect very quickly when exposed to blood over a large area, but there is no sign of weakening at all."

"Could it be that the chemical drugs of this era have no effect on him? This is difficult to deal with."

Howard glanced at Angelo who was almost dying, and got up from the ground with a heavy expression.

Linga turned around and twisted his neck.

"You guys are pretty awesome. You almost got me hurt."

"..."

Hearing this, the only remaining Howard and Bertrand looked unhappy.

Not to mention Richard and Michael who were being rubbed and manipulated like toys.

Just take the three of them for example.

Two rounds.

He tried his best but failed to hurt Linga at all, and instead lost Angelo.

Bertrand was also injured.

The reason is... Linga's body is too hard.

On the other hand, Linga defeated Angelo with one kick and avoided the encirclement with one move. This cannot be said to be efficient, it was completely a one-sided crushing.

Hard power.

Combat IQ.

None of them were achieved.

Especially the latter.

This broke Howard's view that Linga had no skills and was therefore still 'weak', and caused Bertrand great pain.

Possessing excellent combat IQ, even if he doesn't have any skills, he knows what to do at critical moments. His judgment speed and accuracy even surpass the IQ brought by experience.

The only thing that Bertrand, who has the title of "Old Demon", can show off is his superb skills and rich combat experience, but in front of Linga, these have become... weaknesses!

"Stand back, Bertrand, and let me handle him alone."

Howard said suddenly.

"Ok?"

Bertrand was startled for a moment, then limped back in silence.

When fighting against a strong enemy and surrounded by companions who are weaker than you, insisting on fighting alongside them when they cannot play a tactical role will only hinder them and affect your own performance.

That's what Howard thought.

Bertrand also fully understood this idea and was willing to cooperate... To be honest, at his age, he really didn't want to fight to the death with this monster that he couldn't defeat at all.

Linga narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips, looking at Howard as if he was tasting a plate of delicious food.

Gourmet.

Howard deserves this evaluation.

Without companions, there is no need to cooperate with others.

The feeling of oppression increased instead of decreased.

It even gave him a sense of... crisis.

This means that, although very slim, there is a real possibility that he will be defeated by Howard.

Soon, Linga's attention was attracted by his right hand.

Knife.

Disappeared.

It didn't disappear out of thin air.

Instead, it turned into a blurry shadow that almost disappeared in the rapid rotation.

Howard spun the knife with one hand and moved closer to Linga step by step.

It was clearly almost there, and the machete was of such a large size, weighing no less than twenty kilograms, but it was silent, without even a sound of breaking through the air!

Even if one is a top-notch fighter or martial artist, he can have his head cut off from several meters away if he is not careful.

It can be said to be a perfect combination of whip techniques and sword techniques.

It has both the dexterity and explosiveness of a whip and the heaviness and sharpness of a sword.

Then refine this technique to perfection.

As if he had noticed Linga's gaze, Howard said in a low voice, "Did you see that? This is martial arts, the violence of this era that you have never mastered. I know your body is very tough, but my sword cannot be withstood by flesh and blood."

This is absolutely not a lie.

Because at the moment he was speaking.

Howard began waving his arms.

Grape vines, barbed wire, falling leaves, flying dirt... everything was cut in two by the blade, and there was not even the slightest sound of cutting or collision.

"I'll say it again, cooperate with me. With my help, you will become the new king of this world. Even that person may not be able to defeat you after you have evolved again under the full training of the Zhengxi Sect!"

"'That person'...? Did I mishear you? You mean... there is someone in this world that I cannot defeat with my current self?"

Linga tickled his ear with his little finger and asked with interest.

"Of course, if you are a monster that surpasses humans, then he is a god above the world. Monsters can defeat humans, but they cannot defeat gods."

Howard's tone was very confident.

The unnecessary expressions on Linga's face gradually disappeared, and he became very calm, so calm that it was frightening. Even the night wind didn't dare to pass by openly, and even the insects didn't dare to make a sound.

"A monster...? When did you come up with the illusion that... I'm just a monster, not a god?"

"That's not an illusion. I still have the ability to inflict wounds on you—"

As he spoke, Howard suddenly swung his knife at Linga.

As if to prove himself, Linga still chose to catch it with his bare hands as before.

But... this is also part of Howard's plan.

Use words to disturb the mind, and then attack with a sharp knife.

Deliberately showing off your knife skills will make people subconsciously pay attention to the sharpness and aggressiveness of the knife. Combined with the sudden attack at this time, it can prove that this is the real "killer weapon".

But in fact, after throwing the knife out, Howard himself was also thrown out!

The reaction force generated by pushing off the ground, combined with the force applied to the knife.

It actually made him approach Linga at an extremely exaggerated speed.

He twisted his waist and swung his arms, exerting force at each joint. The blue veins on the surface of his body twisted and squirmed like a centipede, and his dark complexion made him look more like a demon from hell than a linga.

The secret killing boxing technique of the Wu Clan followed the blade.

The airflow created by the forward rush and the swing of the fist alone caused the leaves to sway, and a crater-like "footprint" was left on the ground.

Be it ten centimeters thick concrete or military alloy armor, they will all be blown into pieces!

Facing an extremely ferocious attack.

Linga suddenly laughed.

The smile turned into a grim grin in an instant.

The hideous smile turned into an even more hideous smile in an instant.

Because of the bulging veins on his face, the blood was flowing faster and concentrated on the surface of his skin, making it red and hot. The heat it emitted was exactly the same as Howard's - a devilish look!

Bertrand, who was hiding aside and watching the fight, narrowed his eyes when he saw this and couldn't help but scream out in surprise. His voice became distorted and cracked due to excessive excitement, but this was not enough to describe his shock at the moment.

"--"ghost"?!!"

Primitive Man Opens His Eyes: 39. Wildness, Essence, Evolution

A certain year and month, a certain country and place.

A reporter visits the scholar who lives in seclusion here.

The other party is known for being unorthodox and is therefore excluded by the academic community, but the reporter just happens to hope to dig out some topics from him that will be of "interest" to the world.

As the interview was about to end, the reporter looked at the elk head hanging on the wall and curiously asked where the antlers were.

The scholar was silent for a while and gave a surprising answer.

"Burn."

"why?"

"Because it almost killed me with those antlers."