Chapter 128 Iteration and Evolution

The rhythm of battle is invisible and intangible, but it does exist.

Fast is the rhythm, slow is the rhythm, sometimes fast and sometimes slow is the rhythm, sometimes slow and sometimes fast is also the rhythm... To put it simply, rhythm is your comfort zone, and it is the most familiar fighting method in daily training. Once you lead the enemy If you fall into your own rhythm, the time it takes to respond will naturally be greatly shortened.

Suddenly an idea flashed in Zheng Zha's mind, just like the feeling of breaking free from the chains of the soul before. This time Zheng Zha really grasped this aura, and many things that he had not figured out before suddenly became clear... There is no need to be led into his own fighting rhythm by the opponent, and there is no need to be afraid because he cares too much. If you are afraid of hands and feet, you just need to use your full strength.

(Yes, Arhat, the six senses of body and mind are pure, and the mind will not be shaken at will. I see, I originally thought that my Arhat Fist was complete, but now it seems that it is not enough...)

After understanding this, Zheng Zha closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and his brain rotated at an unprecedented speed, recalling every battle and sparring he had experienced before.

——As expected, it is better to fight against equal human beings. I still lack experience in life-and-death fights with opponents of the same level and humanoid opponents.

——The Alien Queen and Kayako are not humanoid, and the sparring in Grudge is not a life-and-death fight. There is always a gap between the life-and-death fight between people now.

——Humans can use tactics, humans can use weapons, humans can change their attack methods, monsters will only use their own bodies or instincts in most cases, and the combat consciousness brought to me by the first-level gene lock is not Omnipotent... Learning without thinking is useless. If I really blindly follow the instinctive guidance of the first-level gene lock, then I am destined to not be able to find a path of my own.

——Fortunately, I discovered this not too late.

"Come on, Shiva-Vishnu-Brahma, you are the strongest enemy I have ever encountered so far, much stronger than the monsters I have encountered in previous horror movies."

Zheng Zha opened his eyes and shook off the clothes that were burned to pieces by the gray flames, revealing the strong muscles of his upper body that had been trained for a long time. He looked at the little monk with a dull look, and then opened the Arhat Fist again. posture.

Then, Zheng Zha took a step forward, extended his right hand forward, and waved towards the young monk.

"I have completely seen through your moves, so next, as the captain of the reincarnation team, I will end your life here."

There was no arrogance or bluffing psychological warfare like the little monk had before. Zheng Zha just had strong confidence in his words and declared his victory calmly.

——It’s like a divine pronouncement.

But it was this attitude that angered the opponent even more. The little monk, whose body had been almost transformed by the power of Brahma's magic weapon and was not like a human, roared and rushed forward again. His speed and strength have increased to a higher level, and his movements have become even weirder. He can always attack from incredible places, but...

--useless.

Zheng Zha was like a boulder standing firm in the waves. He only used the sixty-one styles of Arhat Fist and a slight sway of his body to defend against all the attacks of the young monk. At the beginning, it was necessary to use three parts of the inner force to resolve one part of the little monk's gray flames, but the further the attack progressed, the less Zheng Zha needed to use the inner force. Later, he even only needed to use one part of the inner force. Dissolve the little monk's gray flame...

Sixty-one styles of Arhat Fist are performed from beginning to end, and then from end to end.

No matter how fancy the little monk's Shiva dance style was and how weird his movements were, Zheng Zha still used the crude Arhat Fist to deal with it.

Logically speaking, Luohan Quan's moves are crude and its routines are single, so it should have been impossible to defend it long ago. But Zheng Zha was concentrating on it, and his moves were all flawless. The more he fought, the more concentrated he became, as if the enemy in front of him was not a life-and-death enemy with him, but a sparring partner who practiced with him.

Get its meaning and forget its shape.

Gradually, Zheng Zha's fists and feet began to become a whole on their own, no longer bound by moves. The fists and palms are drawn in the air, and each move is more concise, making the air tremble. It is obvious that they are just a few simple movements, but they can explode with powerful force that no one can control, and the young monk passes through the Brahma magic weapon. Enhanced strength to match.

Even beyond.

The power of the gene lock continues to push Zheng Zha's strength to a higher level, and even the Luohan Quan, which he previously thought had reached its peak, has once again transformed into a new vitality.

——Iteration and evolution.

"I know who you are!"

When Zheng Zha punched out, although it was just an ordinary straight punch, the way in which the internal force was used was completely different from the use of Yun Jin. Before the fist came, the wind of the fist had already caused the muscles on the young monk's face to tremble. Seeing this, the young monk jumped back two steps and shouted loudly at Zheng Zha: "You are the traitor of the Sakyamuni tribe! This trick I once recognized the boxing technique!”

Zheng Zha didn't pay attention to what the little monk was saying. He just thought the little monk was noisy and inexplicable.

The one I was fighting was obviously a set of ordinary Arhat fists that I exchanged from the Lord God. Why was it related to some traitor of the Sakyamuni clan?

Ha, probably this enemy is going crazy again.

His feet shook, and Zheng Zha took the initiative to launch an attack this time. Under the rapid calculations in his brain, even the Luohan Quan's footwork, which usually cannot be called "fast", broke out at this time. With the speed of imagination, he rushed towards the little monk.

"Heresy, heresy!"

What Zheng Zha doesn't know is that the enemies of religious lunatics are always the heretics they consider to be heretics, and the feud between Hinduism and Buddhism has lasted in India for more than a thousand years. Now that the little monk recognized Zheng Zha's Arhat Fist, he immediately thought he had found the most reasonable explanation, and rushed towards Zheng Zha crazily again, without any concern for his own harm.

However, the power obtained by madness also has its limits.

Facing the young monk's tidal attack, and Shiva Yanwu who gradually lost the accuracy of his original movements under the strong force, Zheng Zha no longer defended as before, and he began to gradually attack.

Even, reverse reasoning.

Holding the little monk's fists and feet, Zheng Zha started to move forward, forward, and forward again. He accurately deflected every attack of the little monk, blocking the opponent's old strength before the new strength was established, and every time he hit him. The most uncomfortable place for the young monk.

And, it definitely caused harm.

——A left straight punch passed over the young monk's hands and hit him in the abdomen.

——In the face of the painful knee strike, hit the thigh with the elbow strike of the right elbow.

——The attack of the third hand poured internal force into the five fingers of his left hand, turning into a sharp hand knife, cutting through the tendons that the young monk's gray flames had not covered.

——Even if the opponent intends to open his mouth and bite, he only needs to use the hardest skull to hit the opponent's chin first!