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

"You actually abandoned your original instincts and wildness, and turned a martial art that originated from observing the fights between wild beasts into a completely new instinct. You then used reason to control this power, turning yourself into a precise killing machine, a humanoid intelligent AI!"

"This choice of pursuing the far-reaching and neglecting the essentials, like a poor imitation, has turned you into a nondescript 'alien'! Neither a human nor a monster, but just a seemingly pure half-baked one!"

"Rely on reason to fight, rely on reason to judge the situation."

"Can the human brain react fast enough in a fast-changing battle? Must one observe the situation and adapt to the rhythm before being able to fight back? Hunting is not that complicated! You just said you wanted to have a primitive fight with me, but you don't have any primitive wildness at all! This is why I didn't respond!"

"Block the muzzle of the gun, sheath the knife, blindfold the eyes... Such a fool is worthy of being called a 'hunter'. Let me show you what a real hunter is."

As he spoke, Lin Jia lowered his body and prepared to sprint, staring at Laurent, and said word by word:

"In three seconds, I will rush over and knock you away. Let me see if your 'pre-reading' based on rationality and technical concepts can be sharper than your intuition! Can it... make you dodge faster than your instinctive reaction!"

"three……"

"two……"

The sudden "declaration of war" was forced to interrupt Loren's thoughts. The sense of crisis from the front stung his body and mind, forcing him to tense his nerves and quickly adjust his state.

But there is still a lingering uneasiness in my heart.

Informing the attack route and time in advance saves the process of collecting intelligence. Not to mention a mere sprint, even bullets can be easily avoided.

Because of this, if you fail to avoid it... then the ideals you have adhered to all along will be shattered as you are knocked away!

That would be... the most complete defeat!

"one."

Linga read out the last number, and as the audience held their breath and watched nervously, he pushed the ground with his feet suddenly, and the part that was originally on the edge of the ring collapsed directly, leaving a huge gap, as if a piece of cake had been dug out out of thin air, it was extremely fragile!

It only took 0.5 seconds for the figure to go from clear to blurry and then disappear. Even the hair on the legs didn't react, and even the airflow was a beat slower.

boom!

Until the almost sonic boom and the roar of the ground being stomped were heard.

Linga had already broken through the layers of air flow obstacles, crossed a distance of dozens of meters, came in front of Loren and kicked him.

The feeling was like an arrow shot from a crossbow. You could faintly hear the sharp sound of it breaking through the air. The impact and penetration were full. When it hit a person, it would more likely explode part of the person's body rather than kicking the person away, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere on the spot!

Lauren's instep was injured, but his concentration was never as focused as before.

"Pre-reading" is also called "pre-reading".

It is a Kendo term.

It means to capture the opponent's intention before he makes a move, and then take the initiative. By that time, the opponent has just made a move, but your attack is already halfway, aiming at the flaw. The opponent has no time to correct the mistake, and can only be killed by the sword.

This ability is also useful in unarmed combat, or rather, should be used in unarmed combat, because for most people, hands and feet are definitely much more flexible than weapons.

Loren's eyes failed to capture Linga's figure, but he still successfully captured the "moment of intention" and dodged "in advance" at the right time, just like dodging a bullet.

However, just as Linga's kick missed the target and he passed by it, Linga suddenly twisted his waist, swung his arms, turned sideways in the air and threw an uppercut, as magical as a flying dragon in the sky!

boom!

The hearts of the entire audience trembled.

Because Loren was really knocked away just as Linga had said before. He flew to the wire mesh outside the ring and was bounced to the ground.

Linga was the only one left on the ring. He clenched his right fist, which seemed to be cast in metal, and said to Loren outside the ring in a deep voice: "This punch... is a hundred million years of instinct. Can you dodge it?"

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The confirmation of a prophecy is more significant than the content of the prophecy itself.

Loren lay on his back on the ground, staring blankly at the shining lights on the dome of the arena.

A red fist mark was left on his chest.

This punch didn't cause him much damage, it just sent him flying like a ball.

Linga deliberately restrained his strength.

However, he still couldn't avoid it.

Not to mention avoiding it, I didn't even notice it in advance.

By the time I noticed it, it was too late to even block it!

It wasn't because the punch was so fast, nor because the timing of the punch was so accurate, but simply... I didn't react in time.

It's like an amateur boxer meeting a world champion. The difference in level is too big and he is powerless to resist.

Lauren knew exactly where the problem lay.

It’s “rationality”!

In previous battles, Linga deliberately put pressure on himself with fierce attacks, forcing his body and mind to adapt to this rhythm.

Soon, he adapted.

Then identify the flaws and find the right time to launch a counterattack.

Fight as you always have.

But he overlooked one point. The opponent was a monster. Not only was his counterattack ineffective, but it also tied his own hands and feet.

Accustomed to the rhythm of the battle just now, facing Linga's sudden speed-up and the decision of the winner in one go, the rationally recorded experience was not only useless, but the "inadaptability" was also more serious than before he went on stage.

It takes time to readjust.

But this is nothing. As long as there is "pre-reading", the "adaptation" step will be greatly reduced, or even almost non-existent. It's like knowing the answer in advance and then making corresponding adjustments.

Unless a situation occurs that cannot be "pre-read", it is necessary to "adapt".

The so-called "tactical softness" of "Bankasira".

The strength of Loren's "Ultimate All-Round Type" is based on this point, which is indeed in line with his military combat style as a former soldier who emphasizes "knowing yourself and the enemy, and winning every battle."

But... the problem remains. Once you exceed the scope of "pre-reading", you will be forced to the same starting line and will be in a relatively passive situation before adapting to the change in rhythm.

Once the opponent is "specialized" or has mastered the means to instantly increase his output, you can use this as a breakthrough point to defeat him in one fell swoop.

Linga is not a "specialized type", but it has successfully restricted Loren's thinking mode. By suddenly accelerating at this time and exerting more strength, he can easily catch him off guard, which is equivalent to instantly increasing the output in disguise.

However, Linga took the initiative to give up this advantage.

Tell Lauren in advance the timing and route of his attack.

In this way, you can avoid being influenced by previous habitual thinking and concentrate on the role of "pre-reading".

Therefore, he successfully avoided Linga's first kick.

However, the "pre-reading" that was exerted with all his strength failed to avoid Linga's second punch.

The reason is that

"Instinct" reacts faster than "pre-reading"!

How soon?

It was so fast that even if we didn't know where Loren would dodge, we could still deliver this crucial blow at the right time and place. It was like a stroke of genius, full of infinite imagination.

It's not fast.

But it...or rather "instinct" is beyond the ability of "pre-reading".

“It was only after I turned 40 that I reached this level.”

Medell held his chin and said in a deep voice.

"So I understand how unreasonable this thing is. Most of the time it's very powerful, but it's not very effective against those idiots whose bodies don't obey its commands."

"They might raise their hands and punch you while they're talking, and at that moment, you have no choice but to rely on your reflexes and instinct to block and dodge."

"Because the opponent has no 'intention'. Without 'intention', 'pre-reading' is just a decoration. You can only follow and counter the opponent's moves."

"The opponent's savagery enables instinctive reactions to play a role in the battle. To put it simply, it's like 'I don't know anything, but I just did it subconsciously'. The human brain transmits signals at a speed of 0.5 seconds, and thinking also takes some time, but the opponent doesn't need to think and can get the correct answer."

"So fighters, athletes, martial artists...are all working hard to integrate their skills into their muscle memory, trying to create a new instinctive reaction. This can barely be considered an innovation of modern people, but...Loren is different."

"His fighting style and type determined the direction, but he was too strong, so he didn't realize that he had gone astray. Those of us who are not as good as him can't judge whether it is right or wrong."

"But Linga has proved with his actions that it is wrong to cling to rationality instead of embracing the wildness that suits you best."

"There's nothing wrong with the technique itself. As long as you practice it as an instinctive reaction, it will become a part of your instinct. Even from the perspective of martial arts, this is very cost-effective! Loren is also strong because of this. The real conflict lies in using reason to control instinct."

"Since they are not compatible, only that part can be controlled, which is equivalent to self-limitation. Originally, the characteristics of 'Bancasila' should be completely compatible with instincts, allowing people to completely transform into monsters like Linga who are covered in human skin, have human nature, and are omnipotent."

"But Loren's rationality has limited his growth. Just like Linga said, he has become an alien between humans and monsters. Although he is powerful, he is also pathetic."

"It's like those guys who have great fighting talents but insist on becoming athletes. They rely on their excellent athletic ability to achieve great results. Except for a few super geniuses, they are invincible, but they can never become the strongest. Their upward path has been broken."

"In comparison, Arashiyama's future is brighter, but the road ahead is not easy. The best way is to let the two of them fight. Whether they win or lose, they will reap great rewards."

"But it seems that it is not necessary now. Those who can survive the dimensionality reduction attack will definitely grow. To be honest, I regret avoiding the battle. Even if I am beaten half to death, it is worth it as long as I can become stronger!"

Finally, Medel shook his head and sighed with a sad and annoyed look on his face.

Toyota Idemitsu on the side listened quietly, and during the process he called his secretary to whisper a few words, but it was unknown what he said.

at this time.

Everyone noticed that Linga walked to the edge of the ring, looked down at the battered and confused Loren, and said something shocking:

"—Come down from the throne, Lauren."

"Hone your savage nature from the beginning and become a hunter with 'killing instinct'."

"Even if you can't do it, then you should try to be a 'Mad King'. Otherwise, you can only stop here, but if you become a real hunter or a 'Mad King', maybe you can use this life to exchange for the opportunity to leave a permanent scar on my chest."

As he said this, Linga brushed his chest with his index finger.

Sharp-eyed viewers noticed a hint of red liquid that contrasted with the bronze skin tone.

is blood!

The linga bleeds!

That's a wound!

At this time, the image on the big screen of the ring was enlarged just right.

Let more and more people pay attention to this fact.

Even though the wound was pitifully small, probably just like a sharp blade of grass cutting the skin, it would be great if a few drops of blood seeped out, and sometimes even no blood would flow.

Loren was in unbearable pain all over his body. He couldn't even turn over. He could only raise his neck with difficulty, staring at the blood on Linga's finger in disbelief, and then looked at his chest.

Suddenly, a picture flashed through my mind like lightning.

"It seems you have remembered."

Noticing the subtle change in Lauren's expression, Linga grinned.

"That's right. When I punched you, you subconsciously used the tip of your elbow to cut my chest from top to bottom."

"It's really sharp. Your style is good at elbows, so it's probably your killer move, right? Even I almost couldn't see the trajectory clearly. This 'invisible elbow strike' would have killed anyone else instantly."

"I'm not saying there's anything wrong with rationality, but...it's clear who's better at dealing with things in a critical moment."

Hearing this, Lauren took a deep breath and lay down on the ground again.

"I lost."

These few simple words caused the entire audience to fall into dead silence.

Because... there is no one who can be the "enemy" anymore.

Not only did Loren lose, but [Purgatory] also lost.

A group lost to one person.

The top of the pyramid was violently flattened and then someone sat on it.

Considering the opponent's glorious past achievements, it is not unacceptable, but the feeling of witnessing the "historic moment" with one's own eyes is still exciting.

It was in this situation that Toyota Idemitsu suddenly stood up, took the red wine and a dagger handed to him by his secretary, left the audience, stepped onto the stage from the other side and walked towards Linga.

Linga watched him coming with interest.

Until it got closer.

Toyota Idemitsu sat on the ground carelessly, put down the bottle, picked up a dagger and suddenly stabbed his left palm under the terrified gaze of everyone.