Chapter 233 Five Hundred Times
The outline of the scene is constantly being pulled away, the color fades, and the texture disappears, as if only a blur remains.
But at this moment, in each other's sight, the other's face is extremely clear.
The five fingers with pale joints were clasped together and clenched into fists dripping with blood.
——Then, punch.
This punch is so pure, completely abandoning the so-called skills. The woman just grasps the power in her five fingers, and uses a pure straight punch to blast out the murderous power!
But it's ahead.
The same punch came with the same punch!
Song Shi laughed wildly, without any intention of evading, and punched straight towards the opponent——
Fists collided with each other, and knuckles collided with each other!
Under the horrific impact, the exposed bones burst into pieces, and fine bone fragments flew out in the blood.
Without a moment's breath and pause, the next punch from both sides came out again.
Bump again, bump again, blast again!
Yu Pangyi's hair was flying in the strong wind. She stood upright, with crimson pupils overflowing from the depths, and flowing on her face was an unprecedented happy smile.
Both sides stood firmly on the same spot, like climbing mountains, not taking a step back or avoiding a punch. At this close distance, all the killing power was melted into the "punch" and turned into a high-speed A blurry storm, roaring at each other.
——In this spiritual world that is beyond reality.
The only thing they can do, and the only thing they want to do, is to use their own "will" to defeat the other party's "will"!
A hundred punches.
Three hundred punches.
Four hundred punches.
——Five hundred punches!
The strong wind suddenly stopped, and the fists that had collided hundreds of times in a very short period of time stopped for the first time. Song Shi and Yu Xuyi were still standing where they were, neither retreating nor advancing, so close at hand. Can clearly see each other's face.
It took a while.
Yu Xingyi slowly loosened his fingers with one hand and gently touched his cheek.
She took a few breaths, exhaled gently, then raised her head and looked at the young man in front of her.
To be precise, it's the other person's pupils.
In the reflection of her pupils, for the first time, she saw what she looked like at this moment.
In the blood and light, the woman stood there. She looked so perfect. No matter how strict the standards were, no one could deny her charm at this moment. In those crimson eyes, the soul-stirring luster flows, converging and revealing at will.
"Five hundred punches?" she said.
Song Shi nodded.
"How many more punches can you throw?" she asked again.
“Who knows?” Song Shi laughed softly: “I also want to know how far I can go.”
“Is that so.”
Yu Chuyi nodded.
Suddenly, there was a slight sound.
Yu Zhangyi's hand on his cheek trembled slightly.
Qi Chao.
Like ceramic broken, a slight crack suddenly appeared on the woman's face, and it slowly spread in a meandering manner toward the vicinity. The face that was perfect a moment ago actually felt fragmented in an instant.
"Losed." Yu Xuyi sighed melancholy: "I am not willing to accept it." "Didn't you already see the 'self' posture you wanted?" Song Shi's tone was gentle and comforting: "Why aren't you willing to give in?"
"I don't recognize this kind of 'self'."
The woman wiped her face. Under the bursting cracks, the feeling of stroking was not good, and even caused slight irritation due to the unevenness. pain.
She succeeded and failed.
In the recent collision, the pure "wills" of both sides collided with each other, trying to destroy each other. Even I never thought that even if the tempering effect of all the Devourers in the past combined, it would not be as good as just now.
From this unprecedented tempering, the existence named "Yu Panyi" has bloomed with unprecedented brilliance.
——That is a more brilliant "self" than what I have ever pursued.
“But I still lost to you.” Yu Xuyi glanced at his chest, then looked into the young man’s eyes: “What I want is a self that no one can match, an absolute self that will not Inferior to anyone's 'self'."
"Honestly." The woman seemed to be trying to calm down her breathing. She pinched her eyebrows: "This situation makes me sadder than any other way of losing."
"Isn't this your own choice?"
Song Shi looked a little careless: "You gave up on the real fight and chose to set the battlefield here, turning everything into pure 'will' Collision.”
--【soul】.
After all the spiritual servants on his back were burned and no longer restrained, the opponent's spiritual energy reached the peak of the second ring. But with this peak spiritual power, the other party did not choose to fight in reality, but instead pulled Song Shi into the world of this party's mind.
The "fighting fists" not long ago were just superficial appearances, external manifestations of their true essence.
Just a pure, "will" collision.
“Without the support of the spiritual servant group, even if my spiritual power will be more outstanding in terms of levels, my actual combat power will decline in a short period of time.” Yu Xuyi shook his head and denied the other party’s statement: “Even if I can also use the ability of [Demon] to delay, but it can only be delayed, which is meaningless.”
"Abandon all other factors and turn the battle into a pure confrontation of 'will'. This is the tactic with the highest chance of winning." She paused for a while, then slowly said: "And, I also want to try this once."< br>
"It's a very correct idea, but it's a pity." Song Shi praised, but shook his head: "Sometimes, being correct does not necessarily mean success."
A brief silence.
Yu Panyi breathed out again.
It can be seen that within a short time, the cracks have begun to spread from the face to the body.
——That whole five hundred times, fighting each other without retreating or avoiding.
Although the rough stone named "Yu Panyi" was polished to the limit, it fell into pieces after that. The limit of what she could bear had been reached, but the opponent still continued to punch, crushing the "will" contained in her that could no longer be polished.
The woman's expression is changing, as if she is unwilling or angry.
There is just no so-called "relief".
After a long time, Yu Chunyi once again cast his gaze downwards.
Between the ribs under the breast, a hand sank into the blur of flesh and blood, and the bone-white knuckles touched the warm and dynamic feeling in the deepest part.
——That is a symbol of your own defeat.
In the last punch exchange, the opponent smashed his own fist head-on with an attitude that would not tolerate disobedience. In the next moment, his five fingers tore open the flesh and blood on his chest, crushed his ribs, and grasped his heart or "will" in his palms.
I don’t know when, the young man has stopped smiling.
He looked at the person in front of him calmly. At this moment, the latter looked like a completely broken ceramic doll that was barely glued together.
Song Shi said:
“Do you have any last words?”
(End of this chapter)