Chapter 1390: Chapter 1,389 - Anger
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A soft voice sounded from the back of his mind.
What is the strongest martial art?
Is it the mighty brute force of Gennair?
Nope.
Is it as random as Dikki's?
Neither.
Is it the various fancy features of the quantum war body double?
Even less so.
To understand what the strongest martial arts are, one must first know what the essence of martial arts is.
And the essence of martial arts... What is it again?
This then is another ultimate and huge argument.
But in any case, no one can deny that the essence of martial arts is nothing more than a technique for killing.
The claws and bites of the ancient beasts are martial arts.
The fists and kicks of the Cold War era are martial arts, and the Monkeyish Fist and Form Yi Fist are all techniques that mimic the power of nature....
"Ultimately, the essence of martial arts is to win with weakness and kill the opponent with subtle techniques."
"The same goes for the physical strength of weakness."
The Three Pillars God's appearance was incomparably calm.
They had absorbed geniuses from countless eras and transformed them into their Pillar God people, and now possessed wisdom that was too powerful.
Right now, slowly traveling through the cells of the youth's spy, they continued to reproduce their own offspring, giving birth to more knowledge and taking root in the youth's cells.
"So martial arts is the technique to kill the other side, what is the weakness of the other side's death?"
"Where the consciousness is, is the brain."
At the same time, he was speeding closer to the other person's brain, "In the era of different rule saints, where every part of the cell is united with the soul and flesh, people of the martial path, their souls are still in the brain,
They are, essentially, nothing more than a kind of quantum-defying creature under the natural rules of the universe, and not, any longer, rule-twisting transcendents.
The opponent's weakness is the brain's neurons.
They are also flesh and blood beings, and their brains are made up of countless new types of nerve cells, and martial artists are conscious of protecting their brains in battle, and the brain is the Achilles' heel, and there is simply no weakness anywhere else..."
"And what, the brain again?"
It is as if they are caught in a constant state of self-questioning, logic building itself up and overturning itself, the most common feature of computers, and they are.
"The brain, the repository of mind and soul, memory savings, logical thinking, reflexes .... kinds of functions, flesh and blood brains, silicon-based brains, quantum brains..."
"They're just brains made of different materials, so how do brains interact most rapidly with each other, human to human?"
"The way the brain is affected?"
"With words? No, it is not, and in the face of wise men, words are as if they were jokes."
"The captive cares about people who threaten with emotion? And no, there are too many emotionally icy people."
"So, it's a violent blow that forces their physical pain to be transmitted to the brain, and the brain thus zones out? No. If you can conquer each other physically, how do you combat the other's weaknesses?"
"The answer to how quickly to establish influence between brains is practically self-evident already."
They had slowly approached each other's brains as they asked themselves, and said coldly, "The strongest martial art is to defeat the enemy with the slightest effort."
"I am the strongest."
"Our martial arts are strong enough to change this era!"
...
Ah!!!!
With a scream that cut through the silent gray sky, it set off the curtain of evil.
"It's biting!"
It was as if a death knell was ringing.
Numerous people in clanking bronze costumes, as if they were from the Western Ee minority, were quickly in chaos.
The screams of biting.
The roars of rage.
The vibrations of blood as they rolled and bit the ground.
The streets.
"Disease! Insanity?"
"Disease, according to the logic of those old, old-time beings, comes from a virus attacking the body, but how can there be a virus..."
"Wait!"
Some people looked completely stunned.
The crowd fled amidst howls, the scene was a mess, blood was everywhere.
They were too simple, the most primitive era was surely the purest era, as if the Chaos Sculpture Hong Meng era, the earliest group of humans, had not been muddied and polluted.
"Mother! Mother! Where are you?"
With the sound of panic everywhere, a child standing helplessly in the street with a small statue toy in hand, howled.
"Mother, father, father, where are you?"
The boy wipes his eyes and stands helplessly in the middle of the street surrounded by running people everywhere.
Boom！！！！
The uncultivated boy was slammed into place.
"Child... My child? My seventh child? You're the only one left ...." A beautiful girl with a bronze mystery wreath on her head was running around, and suddenly her gaze widened as she saw the center of the street here.
The woman quickly ran to the child and gently bent down to keep the others safe, "Let's go, let's go, it could be those horrible bacterial civilizations, attacking, I don't know what martial arts..."
"Well, Mother ...." The boy curled up in his mother's arms and was quickly picked up and raced.
Boom!
Run fast.
Their size was too huge.
One run is several light years, the whole street is even more for the world of fungi, as vast as a river of stars.
The woman ran wildly with the boy in her arms, countless long, soft, thin lines of fungal worms in her arms, densely crawling out of his head, silently surging towards the crying mother.
BANG!
The mother slipped on her feet and fell to the ground.
"Pain pain pain pain ....." She rolled on the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices and oozing a lot of blood from her eyes, ears, mouth and nose.
The brain was suffering from the excruciating pain of being bitten by the insects, already on the ground with one hand painfully covering her face, but the other hand was still holding onto the child in her arms without relaxing.
"Mother-" in a soft and tender voice, a small, white, chubby hand grabbed away the mother's hand covering her face, "Don't block it... Mother... Soon... Come with me ...."
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
The mother breathed as thickly as a bellows from the intense pain, but heard the child's voice but seemed to soften, no longer resisting, and collapsed in the middle of the street, quietly holding the child in her arms.
Tap tap tap.
The lovely child also lay quietly in its mother's arms, it lay in her undulating chest, its seven-toned young face full of serenity, and a hint of strange, eerie hideousness.
Tap.
Tap.
Panic still raged around the street, everywhere there was biting, screaming, and running away, and no one cared anymore about the pair of children that had fallen to the ground.
Hoo-hoo-hoo-.
A tall, sturdy, mysterious man, breathing thick, thick air, with an incredibly steady and powerful pace, slowly walked through the riotous streets.
He suddenly crouched down slowly, touching the faces of the mother and child in pain.
"Nars... My beloved woman..." Still holding the best glimmer of hope, with a soft and gentle look on his face he gently reached out and touched the woman's delicate and pained face, "Powerful as you are... Obviously you are strong enough to be a god..."
Puff.
In the next second, countless worms that erupted like long ropes of bacteria spewed out from the woman's face.
He squeezed the fine worm and shook it so hard that the thin threads of ghastly worms tried to transfer into his skin, but they shattered into the air and smoked away into a sandstorm.
"You fungi, you've completely pissed me off ...."
With a clatter, the ground shattered and the bronze mask slowly fell off, revealing Quimbitros's long since tear-stained face.
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A soft voice sounded from the back of his mind.
What is the strongest martial art?
Is it the mighty brute force of Gennair?
Nope.
Is it as random as Dikki's?
Neither.
Is it the various fancy features of the quantum war body double?
Even less so.
To understand what the strongest martial arts are, one must first know what the essence of martial arts is.
And the essence of martial arts... What is it again?
This then is another ultimate and huge argument.
But in any case, no one can deny that the essence of martial arts is nothing more than a technique for killing.
The claws and bites of the ancient beasts are martial arts.
The fists and kicks of the Cold War era are martial arts, and the Monkeyish Fist and Form Yi Fist are all techniques that mimic the power of nature....
"Ultimately, the essence of martial arts is to win with weakness and kill the opponent with subtle techniques."
"The same goes for the physical strength of weakness."
The Three Pillars God's appearance was incomparably calm.
They had absorbed geniuses from countless eras and transformed them into their Pillar God people, and now possessed wisdom that was too powerful.
Right now, slowly traveling through the cells of the youth's spy, they continued to reproduce their own offspring, giving birth to more knowledge and taking root in the youth's cells.
"So martial arts is the technique to kill the other side, what is the weakness of the other side's death?"
"Where the consciousness is, is the brain."
At the same time, he was speeding closer to the other person's brain, "In the era of different rule saints, where every part of the cell is united with the soul and flesh, people of the martial path, their souls are still in the brain,
They are, essentially, nothing more than a kind of quantum-defying creature under the natural rules of the universe, and not, any longer, rule-twisting transcendents.
The opponent's weakness is the brain's neurons.
They are also flesh and blood beings, and their brains are made up of countless new types of nerve cells, and martial artists are conscious of protecting their brains in battle, and the brain is the Achilles' heel, and there is simply no weakness anywhere else..."
"And what, the brain again?"
It is as if they are caught in a constant state of self-questioning, logic building itself up and overturning itself, the most common feature of computers, and they are.
"The brain, the repository of mind and soul, memory savings, logical thinking, reflexes .... kinds of functions, flesh and blood brains, silicon-based brains, quantum brains..."
"They're just brains made of different materials, so how do brains interact most rapidly with each other, human to human?"
"The way the brain is affected?"
"With words? No, it is not, and in the face of wise men, words are as if they were jokes."
"The captive cares about people who threaten with emotion? And no, there are too many emotionally icy people."
"So, it's a violent blow that forces their physical pain to be transmitted to the brain, and the brain thus zones out? No. If you can conquer each other physically, how do you combat the other's weaknesses?"
"The answer to how quickly to establish influence between brains is practically self-evident already."
They had slowly approached each other's brains as they asked themselves, and said coldly, "The strongest martial art is to defeat the enemy with the slightest effort."
"I am the strongest."
"Our martial arts are strong enough to change this era!"
...
Ah!!!!
With a scream that cut through the silent gray sky, it set off the curtain of evil.
"It's biting!"
It was as if a death knell was ringing.
Numerous people in clanking bronze costumes, as if they were from the Western Ee minority, were quickly in chaos.
The screams of biting.
The roars of rage.
The vibrations of blood as they rolled and bit the ground.
The streets.
"Disease! Insanity?"
"Disease, according to the logic of those old, old-time beings, comes from a virus attacking the body, but how can there be a virus..."
"Wait!"
Some people looked completely stunned.
The crowd fled amidst howls, the scene was a mess, blood was everywhere.
They were too simple, the most primitive era was surely the purest era, as if the Chaos Sculpture Hong Meng era, the earliest group of humans, had not been muddied and polluted.
"Mother! Mother! Where are you?"
With the sound of panic everywhere, a child standing helplessly in the street with a small statue toy in hand, howled.
"Mother, father, father, where are you?"
The boy wipes his eyes and stands helplessly in the middle of the street surrounded by running people everywhere.
Boom！！！！
The uncultivated boy was slammed into place.
"Child... My child? My seventh child? You're the only one left ...." A beautiful girl with a bronze mystery wreath on her head was running around, and suddenly her gaze widened as she saw the center of the street here.
The woman quickly ran to the child and gently bent down to keep the others safe, "Let's go, let's go, it could be those horrible bacterial civilizations, attacking, I don't know what martial arts..."
"Well, Mother ...." The boy curled up in his mother's arms and was quickly picked up and raced.
Boom!
Run fast.
Their size was too huge.
One run is several light years, the whole street is even more for the world of fungi, as vast as a river of stars.
The woman ran wildly with the boy in her arms, countless long, soft, thin lines of fungal worms in her arms, densely crawling out of his head, silently surging towards the crying mother.
BANG!
The mother slipped on her feet and fell to the ground.
"Pain pain pain pain ....." She rolled on the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices and oozing a lot of blood from her eyes, ears, mouth and nose.
The brain was suffering from the excruciating pain of being bitten by the insects, already on the ground with one hand painfully covering her face, but the other hand was still holding onto the child in her arms without relaxing.
"Mother-" in a soft and tender voice, a small, white, chubby hand grabbed away the mother's hand covering her face, "Don't block it... Mother... Soon... Come with me ...."
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
The mother breathed as thickly as a bellows from the intense pain, but heard the child's voice but seemed to soften, no longer resisting, and collapsed in the middle of the street, quietly holding the child in her arms.
Tap tap tap.
The lovely child also lay quietly in its mother's arms, it lay in her undulating chest, its seven-toned young face full of serenity, and a hint of strange, eerie hideousness.
Tap.
Tap.
Panic still raged around the street, everywhere there was biting, screaming, and running away, and no one cared anymore about the pair of children that had fallen to the ground.
Hoo-hoo-hoo-.
A tall, sturdy, mysterious man, breathing thick, thick air, with an incredibly steady and powerful pace, slowly walked through the riotous streets.
He suddenly crouched down slowly, touching the faces of the mother and child in pain.
"Nars... My beloved woman..." Still holding the best glimmer of hope, with a soft and gentle look on his face he gently reached out and touched the woman's delicate and pained face, "Powerful as you are... Obviously you are strong enough to be a god..."
Puff.
In the next second, countless worms that erupted like long ropes of bacteria spewed out from the woman's face.
He squeezed the fine worm and shook it so hard that the thin threads of ghastly worms tried to transfer into his skin, but they shattered into the air and smoked away into a sandstorm.
"You fungi, you've completely pissed me off ...."
With a clatter, the ground shattered and the bronze mask slowly fell off, revealing Quimbitros's long since tear-stained face.
A soft voice sounded from the back of his mind.What is the strongest martial art?Is it the mighty brute force of Gennair?Nope.Is it as random as Dikki's?Neither.Is it the various fancy features of the quantum war body double?Even less so.To understand what the strongest martial arts are, one must first know what the essence of martial arts is.And the essence of martial arts... What is it again?This then is another ultimate and huge argument.But in any case, no one can deny that the essence of martial arts is nothing more than a technique for killing.The claws and bites of the ancient beasts are martial arts.The fists and kicks of the Cold War era are martial arts, and the Monkeyish Fist and Form Yi Fist are all techniques that mimic the power of nature...."Ultimately, the essence of martial arts is to win with weakness and kill the opponent with subtle techniques.""The same goes for the physical strength of weakness."The Three Pillars God's appearance was incomparably calm.They had absorbed geniuses from countless eras and transformed them into their Pillar God people, and now possessed wisdom that was too powerful.Right now, slowly traveling through the cells of the youth's spy, they continued to reproduce their own offspring, giving birth to more knowledge and taking root in the youth's cells."So martial arts is the technique to kill the other side, what is the weakness of the other side's death?""Where the consciousness is, is the brain."At the same time, he was speeding closer to the other person's brain, "In the era of different rule saints, where every part of the cell is united with the soul and flesh, people of the martial path, their souls are still in the brain,They are, essentially, nothing more than a kind of quantum-defying creature under the natural rules of the universe, and not, any longer, rule-twisting transcendents.The opponent's weakness is the brain's neurons.They are also flesh and blood beings, and their brains are made up of countless new types of nerve cells, and martial artists are conscious of protecting their brains in battle, and the brain is the Achilles' heel, and there is simply no weakness anywhere else...""And what, the brain again?"It is as if they are caught in a constant state of self-questioning, logic building itself up and overturning itself, the most common feature of computers, and they are."The brain, the repository of mind and soul, memory savings, logical thinking, reflexes .... kinds of functions, flesh and blood brains, silicon-based brains, quantum brains...""They're just brains made of different materials, so how do brains interact most rapidly with each other, human to human?""The way the brain is affected?""With words? No, it is not, and in the face of wise men, words are as if they were jokes.""The captive cares about people who threaten with emotion? And no, there are too many emotionally icy people.""So, it's a violent blow that forces their physical pain to be transmitted to the brain, and the brain thus zones out? No. If you can conquer each other physically, how do you combat the other's weaknesses?""The answer to how quickly to establish influence between brains is practically self-evident already."They had slowly approached each other's brains as they asked themselves, and said coldly, "The strongest martial art is to defeat the enemy with the slightest effort.""I am the strongest.""Our martial arts are strong enough to change this era!"...Ah!!!!With a scream that cut through the silent gray sky, it set off the curtain of evil."It's biting!"It was as if a death knell was ringing.Numerous people in clanking bronze costumes, as if they were from the Western Ee minority, were quickly in chaos.The screams of biting.The roars of rage.The vibrations of blood as they rolled and bit the ground.The streets."Disease! Insanity?""Disease, according to the logic of those old, old-time beings, comes from a virus attacking the body, but how can there be a virus...""Wait!"Some people looked completely stunned.The crowd fled amidst howls, the scene was a mess, blood was everywhere.They were too simple, the most primitive era was surely the purest era, as if the Chaos Sculpture Hong Meng era, the earliest group of humans, had not been muddied and polluted."Mother! Mother! Where are you?"With the sound of panic everywhere, a child standing helplessly in the street with a small statue toy in hand, howled."Mother, father, father, where are you?"The boy wipes his eyes and stands helplessly in the middle of the street surrounded by running people everywhere.BoomThe uncultivated boy was slammed into place."Child... My child? My seventh child? You're the only one left ...." A beautiful girl with a bronze mystery wreath on her head was running around, and suddenly her gaze widened as she saw the center of the street here.The woman quickly ran to the child and gently bent down to keep the others safe, "Let's go, let's go, it could be those horrible bacterial civilizations, attacking, I don't know what martial arts...""Well, Mother ...." The boy curled up in his mother's arms and was quickly picked up and raced.Boom!Run fast.Their size was too huge.One run is several light years, the whole street is even more for the world of fungi, as vast as a river of stars.The woman ran wildly with the boy in her arms, countless long, soft, thin lines of fungal worms in her arms, densely crawling out of his head, silently surging towards the crying mother.BANG!The mother slipped on her feet and fell to the ground."Pain pain pain pain ....." She rolled on the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices and oozing a lot of blood from her eyes, ears, mouth and nose.The brain was suffering from the excruciating pain of being bitten by the insects, already on the ground with one hand painfully covering her face, but the other hand was still holding onto the child in her arms without relaxing."Mother-" in a soft and tender voice, a small, white, chubby hand grabbed away the mother's hand covering her face, "Don't block it... Mother... Soon... Come with me ...."Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!The mother breathed as thickly as a bellows from the intense pain, but heard the child's voice but seemed to soften, no longer resisting, and collapsed in the middle of the street, quietly holding the child in her arms.Tap tap tap.The lovely child also lay quietly in its mother's arms, it lay in her undulating chest, its seven-toned young face full of serenity, and a hint of strange, eerie hideousness.Tap.Tap.Panic still raged around the street, everywhere there was biting, screaming, and running away, and no one cared anymore about the pair of children that had fallen to the ground.Hoo-hoo-hoo-.A tall, sturdy, mysterious man, breathing thick, thick air, with an incredibly steady and powerful pace, slowly walked through the riotous streets.He suddenly crouched down slowly, touching the faces of the mother and child in pain."Nars... My beloved woman..." Still holding the best glimmer of hope, with a soft and gentle look on his face he gently reached out and touched the woman's delicate and pained face, "Powerful as you are... Obviously you are strong enough to be a god..."Puff.In the next second, countless worms that erupted like long ropes of bacteria spewed out from the woman's face.He squeezed the fine worm and shook it so hard that the thin threads of ghastly worms tried to transfer into his skin, but they shattered into the air and smoked away into a sandstorm."You fungi, you've completely pissed me off ...."With a clatter, the ground shattered and the bronze mask slowly fell off, revealing Quimbitros's long since tear-stained face.
