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

"Psychological trauma...?"

"You can say that, but more importantly, I intend to use this ritual-like method to awaken the 'wild' in me."

"Wildness? What is that? Instinct?"

"The difference between wildness and instinct is like the difference between cats and felines. The latter is a category, a general term. You and I both have instincts, but I won't suddenly pick up the coffee on the table and throw it in your face, then push you to the ground before you can react, and then strangle you to death. The former might do that, for no reason."

"..."

“It is a primitive force, the essence of life, the origin of all activities, it is uncontrolled and unconstrained, so it has infinite possibilities, just like a cat… Schrödinger’s cat. See those artists? Wildness helps them fully stimulate their creativity and imagination.”

At this point, the scholar smiled and said in a creepy tone: "There is a beast in each of us. Due to the needs of civilization, we tie it up with order and rules, and then lock it in the cage of rationality. Over time, we get used to a world without beasts, and the human body becomes fragile."

"When we are in danger, wild animals will come out and cause us some harm."

"Then the question is, why do we have to lock it up? If we can live in harmony with it, ride on it, and control it, we will naturally not become weak, and we will naturally be able to gain everything."

At this time, the reporter suddenly asked: "Would it be better if I killed it, ate it, and turned myself into a beast with human qualities?"

"..."

"?"

"You can't do that. If you can, you're no longer a beast, you're a monster."

"You can eat anything you see. You will become stronger after eating it. There is nothing you can't eat. You will keep eating and eating, destroying everything until it becomes nothing... This is the kind of monster I'm talking about."

"Can't we fight? As you said, control the beast..."

"It can't be done."

"?"

"You want people to drain the water from a river and flood the sea? Doing so will only make the sea larger, and your power will become its power, that's all."

……

The change of the linga occurs within a few tenths of a second.

That feeling...as natural, easy and smooth as breathing.

But the appearance shown is completely the opposite.

ferocious?

No, it should be said that it is violent!

It can only be violent!

Blood flowed through the bulging blue veins on the body surface like lightning, and streams of "electricity" stimulated every cell to burst out with powerful and surging power.

No one could see the linga's movements.

Not even himself.

Just raising his left hand and slapping it into the air made people feel as if a hydraulic press was hitting the side of the oncoming machete at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye. The cold weapon carefully crafted with modern technology suddenly exploded like snowflakes.

In this magnificent moment, Linga took a big step forward, his hind legs like cannons and his front legs like bullets. His right arm stretched out greatly, then bent again, further compressing the power into one point of his fist, and then blasted out in a spiral as if he was stepping on a cannonball and flying out together!

Fists against wildness.

Strength versus wildness.

Technology versus wildness.

Male versus wild.

Alien versus wild.

Wildness…to wildness.

Victory and defeat are clear at a glance.

Pure, so powerful.

boom!

A loud noise similar to a cannon explosion shook the entire planting area.

The air was blown up, as if a strong light was shining, blurring the vision. The air wave swept through everything around like a knife, blowing up fallen leaves and dust, startling the night sky, and shaking the curtain of color.

It's unbelievable that human power can be so strong!

"——?!!"

Astonishment filled my body and mind. There were many things worth being astonished about, but there was only one place that hurt, and that was my fist.

No, it's more than just fists.

Before he was overwhelmed by fear and despair, Howard found his fists overwhelmed by a torrent of power.

The heat emanating from Linga's body formed white mist, which made people feel at a glance that his body temperature was as high as a blast furnace burning iron. Not only was the temperature extremely high, but the power that could even melt steel was overwhelming.

In the blink of an eye, Howard's fist "melted" like butter encountering high temperature - in fact, the bones were shattered, the muscles were twisted into mud, and the blood was like water, swirling and splashing in the shape of a sonic boom cloud.

Next is the wrist.

Forearm.

Upper arm.

Seeing that half of his body was about to be shattered, Howard tried his best and made an evasive move that defied common sense by relying on the characteristics of the "ghost" state.

If this happened in the fighting and martial arts world, it would definitely be a difficult situation for the opponent, but Linga's fist continued to advance as if there was no loss at all.

Chasing Howard in mid-air, his fist completely locked onto his face.

Yes.

From the fingertips upwards, isn’t the end point the head?

In the shot slowed down a hundred times, it can be clearly seen that Linga's fist, which is two to three times larger than an adult's, is imprinted on Howard's face, completely covering his facial features.

His face sunken, and Howard's feet left the ground and flew backwards.

And just the next second.

Linga's front legs landed on the ground.

With a 'bang', the soil exploded.

Move the center of gravity forward and exert force again.

No longer forward, but downward!

Just like a cannonball falling to the ground, Linga punched down hard, and it seemed that the punch was destined for the ground, and Howard was just a piece of paper blocking it.

Wrap your fist in 'paper' and use it as a boxing glove.

boom! !

There was another earth-shattering roar.

It was even more intense and exaggerated than the collision of two fists a second ago!

Directly cause a small-scale earthquake with a magnitude of about three.

The mud ground, which was not very hard to begin with, was punched by Linga's fist, creating a pit with a radius of five meters and a maximum depth of five meters.

Some kind of intracranial fluid.

Some kind of bone fragment.

Some kind of skin fragment.

And the bloodstains that bloomed and spread evenly.

All signs indicate that in addition to soil, the pit also contains a large amount of human tissue that should not be there.

Because the destruction was so thorough, it is difficult for people to even feel fear or terror. Instead, they are more filled with doubts and curiosity about an unsolved mystery.

But if you see the headless corpse and the linga next to the corpse, all your questions will disappear.

Linga put away his fist and slowly returned to standing position.

The eerie eyes with black background and red pupils looked down at the headless corpse in front of him.

He remained silent for a long time.

After a while, he jumped out of the pit and quickly locked his sight on Bertrand, who was lying on the ground not far away with a look of horror on his face.

As soon as the latter met his gaze, he froze in place as if a bullet had pierced his brain, and then... he fell down.

At this moment, Linga's peripheral vision swept across the bushes.

"These people were hiding there just like you before, so do you want to fight me too?"

Crash.

Accompanied by a rustling sound.

A figure walked into Linga's field of vision.

Compared to floral shirts and big sunglasses.

That strong physique is even more noteworthy, like some kind of work of art, which can unconsciously attract people's attention and awaken the pursuit of strength in their hearts.

Not only strong, but just the right amount of strong. Every muscle seems to have been trained to the maximum weight it can bear and to the extreme within the allowed range.

Linga could tell at a glance that this man was stronger than Howard.

Even though he had just punched Howard in the head, he was still a little surprised.

This land is indeed free enough.

Excluding myself, two individuals of the Tyrannosaurus Rex level appeared overnight.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm a pacifist."

As soon as the man came out, he raised his hands and shamelessly surrendered.

Although it seemed like a joke, there was really no intention to take any action.

"But then again..."

The man smacked his lips, glanced at the scene, and couldn't help but sigh:

"I knew this would be difficult to handle. Look, it really went wrong. Some were beaten half to death, some were kicked to the point of near death... No, they are already dead. Some had their heads blown up, and some... died of old age."

Die of old age.

Correct.

That's exactly what Bertrand was talking about.

Although he is in his eighties or nineties and has the strong physique of the "Wu Clan" and top-notch martial arts attainments, he can still maintain 80% of his peak combat effectiveness.

But he was no longer young after all. When Linga glared at him with the momentum that could kill Howard instantly with one blow, his spirit collapsed on the spot, his body functions quickly declined, and he died of old age.

Without dwelling on this question for too long, the man looked at Linga and explained, "I'm just here to watch the show. To you, I'm no different than a passerby on the side of the road."

"Of course, I still have some relationship with these people."

"My name is Edward Wu. I am the leader of these idiots and Howard's brother. I am here to persuade them to go back. It's a pity that I am a little late."

"But it wasn't a wasted trip. I saw a lot of interesting things. Even if I get killed by you, it won't be a loss."

Hearing this, Linga seemed to have lost interest in attacking him and released the "ghost", and his body quickly returned to its original state.

See this scene.

Edward raised his eyebrows, lowered his hands, put them back in his pockets, and said with a click of the tongue: "Howard is a rare fool. It seems that people with the title of 'Overlord' don't have a good ending in the East."

"You actually used the wild power of 'ghost' to deal with you who already possesses the highest level of wild power."

"Is this what they call showing off one's skills before an expert?"

"Ghost" is a trick to unlock the potential of the human body, but how?

The answer is - wildness.

In other words, this is the trick of using wildness to tap into one's own potential.

But for ordinary people...including the 'Wu Clan', the goal is to restore themselves to wholeness and gain control over the power they already have, rather than trying to gain 'extra' power.

the reason is simple.

The human body's functions are limited. If the liberation rate exceeds 100%, it is not called liberation, but overload operation, which is an act of self-harm.