"Count still has something up his sleeves … Even if his body is much weaker than Novikov's, he can still fight for ten minutes.
Basically, I can be sure.
Professor Novikov's body, which claims to be a perfect creature, can heal wounds caused by the holy sword, is not invincible … Count's occasional attacks, he will take the initiative to dodge, and even his eyes will flash a look of fear.
The information collected now is:
1. The healing speed of any part of the body is the same. Even if the same part is injured multiple times, it will not slow down the healing speed. I estimate that the focus of its regeneration is not [Energy], but [Number of Times].
2. It will actively avoid some attacks.
Whether the attack is aimed at the fatal part or the non-fatal part, it will be avoided. Compared to the attack aimed at the fatal part, Novikov is more afraid of some of the strong and powerful attacks released by Count.
3. Zero magic, Novikov has not released a single magic. Except for the biomass shell which can have a certain resistance to magic, he is completely a layman who is completely excluded from the magic world.
4. It's not much information.
Because Novikov's plan was interrupted by me at the last step.
In addition, Count is like an unkillable cockroach, it is still difficult to kill Count under almost complete suppression, causing Novikov to become more and more impatient and turn part of the "defense" into "attack".
It's about time … "
Slap!
A slap hit Count's side heavily, and his left arm was shattered … His body tumbled several times in the air and fell heavily.
Poof ~
A pool of sticky blood with flesh sprayed on the ground.
Because of the continuous serious injuries that have touched the "foundation", this kind of injury can't be healed by the regeneration ability, and a long period of rest is required.
Count's eyes were also covered by a layer of blood mist, and his vision became blurred.
Even so, Count still gritted his teeth, reached out and stuffed the scattered organs back into his body, and tried to stand up.
"Count, it's been hard … The information collected is enough, I will deal with this guy."
"Kill him …"
Count, who had been beaten the whole time, only said three words before he fell into a deep sleep.
He was too tired. If not for Count's strong self-consciousness supporting him, he would have fainted during the beating.
The fragments of his ribs were interspersed in his body.
His internal organs were in a mess.
70% of the muscles were ruptured.
Comminuted fracture of his left arm.
Because his body had suffered too many fatal attacks, a large number of hidden dangers had been buried. At any time, his body could be completely shattered by a single attack.
Han Dong's current state could be described as "on the verge of death".
However …
"Near death" was the second reason why Han Dong let Count completely take over the body.
Count didn't just want to find out the secrets of Novikov's body through close combat.
Similarly, Han Dong wanted to borrow Count's ability to withstand injuries and willpower, so that his body would fall into a "near-death state" after being seriously injured again and again.
Of course, this process couldn't be endured by Han Dong. Otherwise, it would be difficult to carry out the subsequent battles … Of course, he couldn't let Count work for free. After the event, he would definitely thank Count properly.
"This is the feeling. In a situation where my ability is completely limited, it is difficult to touch death with my own perception.
I can only rely on physical means to approach the edge of death.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust … "
Worn on the left middle finger, the "finger glove" that was jointly forged by Boss Heize and High Priest Tutramon with the original technology, was slowly rotating.
Its quality had reached "Unique", far surpassing the related equipment at the current slave level.
…
Although Novikov's face was full of smiles, he looked at the elders watching the battle from time to time, deliberately showing his perfect body … but his heart wasn't calm.
"Why is this guy still not dead? If it were someone else, they would have died at least five times! "
Staring at Nicholas, who was paralyzed on the ground like mud, still exuding vitality, the accumulated impatience in Novikov's heart slowly evolved into a kind of hatred.
"Why are you still not dead!?"
The generation of anger increased the blood flow rate of the whole body.
It accelerated explosively, ready to completely tear the target to shreds before he could regenerate.
Pa!
He tightly grabbed Han Dong's neck and locked his gaze on his head.
"Since your head is so hard … I will directly smash your head, let's see how you can regenerate!"
Intensifying the physical body.
Raising the fist in the air, multiple layers of carapace condensed on the surface.
Small nail structures protruded from the outermost layer of the carapace.
The corresponding arm muscles continued to increase and superimpose, and the next impact of the fist would be more than twice as strong as before.
The other hands pressed on different parts of Han Dong's body to ensure that he couldn't make any resistance movements.
"Die!"
When this fist swung down, even Marittis, who was fighting with two alien androids in the corner of the temple, sensed the danger and looked at the center of the field with an anxious gaze.
"Nicholas, don't die …"
…
Boom!
The field trembled, and dust rose everywhere.
To be able to exert such physical strength under the [20%] restriction state, Novikov could be regarded as the strongest physical person among all the participating teams this time.
But …
There was no skull residue in the ground where his fist smashed.
Han Dong's body, which was pressed down by him, was still there, and his head was indeed blown away … but why was there no bone and flesh residue?
In addition to the broken ground, there was only sand scattered all over the ground.
"Danger!"
As a perfect lifeform, Novikov was also top-notch at the level of "danger awareness."
The moment he smelled danger, his body spontaneously retreated, decisively abandoning the headless body he was suppressing.
Rustle rustle rustle ~
"What is this!?"
When Novikov felt a tingling pain and looked at his fist.
He found that the fist, which was protected by three layers of carapace, was disintegrating inwardly due to the attachment of the black sand. In just ten seconds, it had penetrated the bone layer of the fist.
It felt like a scarab was trying to get into the body.
Novikov was quite decisive. He aimed at the part eroded by the black sand and cut off the skin and flesh.
When he looked at the center of the field again.
The headless body, which was originally smashed by his fist, was undergoing "self-desertification." Only two legs were left intact. Every few seconds, they all turned into sand and drifted in the air.
The black sand disintegrated by Han Dong's body first formed the image of a jackal's head in the air.
Then it converged towards one point.
In the [Promotion Competition], it was Han Dong's first attempt to enter the "Dead Form."
This was the true "Dead Form."
The black sand focused on the [Ability].
The torso was mostly yellow sand, gray dry skin, and worn bandages. The internal structure was completely hollow, and some parts were completely perforated.
The black sand only appeared in three places.
1. A black cloth formed on the face, tied around the eyes, and only the forehead was exposed.
2. The black scythe of resentment on the back.
3. The black finger glove still worn on the left middle finger.
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