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Chapter 1382

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A gentle voice rang out in his mind.

What was the strongest martial arts?

Was it like Genal's brute force?

Nope.

Was it like Di Qi's adaptability?

Nope.

Was it the fancy characteristics of the Quantum Combat Body Substitute?

That was even more unlikely.

In order to understand what was the strongest martial arts, one must first understand the essence of martial arts.

And what was the essence of martial arts?

This was yet another ultimate and colossal argument.

But no matter what, no one could deny that the essence of martial arts was just a killing technique.

The claws and bites of ancient beasts were martial arts.

The punching and kicking techniques of humans in the era of cold weapons were martial arts. The Monkey Fist and Xingyi Fist were techniques that imitated the natural world...

"At the end of the day, the essence of martial arts is to defeat the strong and use exquisite techniques to kill the opponent.

"The same goes for the weak to defeat the strong."

The Three Pillar Gods' expressions were incomparably calm.

They had absorbed countless geniuses from countless eras and turned them into their Pillar Gods' children. Their current intelligence was too powerful.

At this moment, they were slowly shuttling through the young spy's cells, producing more and more knowledge and taking root in the young spy's cells.

"If martial arts is the technique to kill the opponent, then where is the best weakness for the opponent to die?"

"The brain is where the consciousness is."

At the same time, he was rapidly approaching the opponent's brain. "In the era of sages, the soul and flesh were one in every cell. For martial artists, their souls are still in the brain.

In essence, they are just quantum creatures under the natural laws of the universe and not extraordinary beings that can distort the laws.

The opponent's weakness is the neurons in the brain.

They are also living beings of flesh and blood, and their brains are made up of countless new types of nerve cells, which can be quantized into neurons and consciousness. Martial artists also consciously protect their brains in battle. The brain is a fatal weakness, and there are no other weaknesses … "

"And what is the brain again?"

They seemed to have fallen into a state of constant questioning and answering themselves. Self-establishment and self-destruction were the most common characteristics of computers, and they were like that.

"The brain is the storage of thoughts and souls. Memory storage, logical thinking, conditioned reflexes... all kinds of functions. Flesh and blood brain, silicon-based brain, quantum brain..."

"They are just brains made of different materials. In that case, how do the brains of humans affect each other the fastest?"

"The way the brain is affected?"

"Using words? No, that's not it. In front of intelligent people, words are like a joke. "

"Threatening the person you care about with your emotions? Not really. There are too many people with cold emotions. "

"Then, is it to use violence to force their physical pain to be transmitted to their brains, and their brains will succumb to it? No, if he could conquer his opponent with his physical body, how could he attack his opponent's weakness? Putting the cart before the horse. "

"The answer to how to quickly establish a connection between the two brains is self-evident."

As they asked and answered each other's questions, they slowly approached each other's brains and said coldly, "Defeating the enemy with insignificant strength is the strongest martial art."

"I am the strongest."

"Our martial arts can change this era!"



Ah!!!

Accompanied by a scream, it pierced through the silent gray sky and lifted the curtain of sin.

"He bit me!"

It was as if a death knell had rung.

Countless people dressed in clanking bronze-colored clothes, who looked like the ethnic minorities of the Western Continent, quickly fell into chaos.

There was a sharp, biting sound.

There was an angry roar.

Blood gradually spread on the ground due to the vibrations caused by the rolling bite.

The streets were in chaos.

"Disease! Madness? "

"According to the logic of those ancient times, disease comes from the invasion of the body by a virus, but how could there be a virus …"

"Wait!"

Some people looked completely sluggish.

The crowd fled in the midst of crying. The scene was a mess, and there was blood everywhere.

They were too naive. The most primitive era must be the most naive era, just like the primordial chaos sculpture of the past. The earliest group of human beings were not muddy and polluted.

"Mother! Mother! Where are you? "

Accompanied by the sound of panic, on the street, a child holding a small toy statue stood helplessly in the same place, crying loudly.

"Mother, father, where are you?"

The boy wiped his tears, standing helplessly in the middle of the street, surrounded by people running everywhere.

Bang!!!

The boy without any cultivation was hit hard in the same place.

"Child … My child? My seventh child? You're the only one left … "A beautiful girl wearing a mysterious bronze wreath on her head was running everywhere. Suddenly, she saw the middle of the street, and her eyes instantly widened.

The woman quickly ran in front of the child, gently bending down to protect him, "Let's go, let's go, it might be those terrifying bacteria civilization attacking, I don't know what kind of martial arts it is …"

"Yes, mother …" The boy curled up in his mother's arms, and was quickly picked up and ran.

Bang!

They quickly ran.

Their bodies were too huge.

They ran for several light years, and the whole street was a world of bacteria, as vast as the Milky Way.

The woman ran madly with the boy in her arms, but she did not notice that there were countless soft, long, and thin fungus worms crawling out of the boy's head and silently surging towards the running mother.

Bang!

The mother slipped and fell to the ground.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch …" She rolled on the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, and large amounts of blood seeped out of her eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

Her brain was enduring the intense pain of being bitten by the bugs, and she was already on the ground, covering her face in pain with one hand, but the other hand was still tightly holding on to the child in her arms.

"Mother —" In the soft and childish voice, a white and chubby little hand grabbed the mother's hand that was covering her face, "Don't block … mother … soon … come with me …"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The mother was breathing heavily due to the intense pain, but when she heard the child's voice, she seemed to soften, no longer resisting, and quietly hugged the child in her arms, collapsing in the middle of the street.

Tap tap tap.

The cute child was also quietly lying in his mother's arms, lying on his mother's rising and falling chest. His young face, bleeding from all seven orifices, was full of tranquility, but there was a trace of strange malevolence.

Tap tap.

Tap tap.

On the chaotic street, people were still running, biting, screaming, and escaping everywhere, and no one cared about the pair of children on the ground.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh —

A tall mysterious man in his prime was breathing heavily, and his steps were extremely firm, slowly walking on the chaotic street.

Suddenly, he slowly squatted down, stroking the face of the mother and child in pain.

"Naers … my most beloved woman …" He still held on to the last glimmer of hope, with a gentle and gentle expression on his face, he gently reached out and stroked the woman's delicate and painful face, "As powerful as you … You are clearly as powerful as a god …"

Puchi.

In the next second, countless long strands of bacteria that looked like worms spewed out from the woman's face.

He pinched the thin worms and gave them a hard shake. The thin strands of eerie worms still wanted to enter his skin, but they shattered in the air, vanishing into thin air, turning into a cloud of sand.

"You fungi, you have completely angered me …"

With a crack, the ground cracked open, and the bronze mask slowly fell off, revealing Kumbiros' face that was already covered in tears.

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