Starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 49 Punching?I like! (two in one, [-] words)
A huge ice eagle soared high in the sky, its smart eyes glanced around, and its sharp eyes pierced through a distance of several thousand meters, taking all the details of the ground into its eyes.

Soon, Bingying's eyes were firmly fixed on one spot.

"I found it. The instructor is right. That guy really doesn't have anti-reconnaissance awareness. No, to be precise, he doesn't seem to be planning to hide at all!" Mo Qiuran said with a frown, "And...his situation is different from what he expected. It’s not the same among them.”

"Not the same?" Tang Zi raised an eyebrow.

"Let's talk while walking," Mo Qiuran moved his steps, "the traces are obvious. There are destroyed and collapsed trees along the way. The man finally stopped in a clearing on the top of the mountain. The clearing seemed to be cleared out by him, as if I don’t intend to run away, I’m just waiting there...to die.”

"It's interesting." Tang Zi said, "It seems that he hasn't completely degenerated into a deadpool yet."

"Yes, except for the iron-blue skin on his body, he now looks like an ordinary person in ragged clothes, still looking at a torn photo," Mo Qiuran asked, "Sister Tang, the depravity of the mixed race Is it common?"

"I have told you before that after the lineage limit exceeds 50.00%, the process of degeneration is irreversible, and whether it is easy or not depends on the difference between the spirit of speech and bloodlines. The bloodline class determines how far the starting point and the end point of this road are. Recently, Lian Ling decides how fast to run..." Tang Zi said, "This is a race to death. Few of the mixed races can live safely to the end of their natural lives and go to bed. Either they will degenerate into a dead waiter, or It is sacrificed in the process of slaying the dragon."

"It sounds really..." Mo Qiuran thought about the words, "unfortunate."

"Dragon blood is both a blessing and a curse. The more you boil it, use it, and gain powerful power, the closer you will be to death." Tang Zi said softly, "If one day you realize that you are about to pass That line is over, remember to tell me.”

"Sister Tang, you can solve this kind of thing?!" Mo Qiuran was shocked, "Are you the reincarnation of Doraemon? Where is the fourth-dimensional treasure bag? Don't hide it, take it out!"

"Fuck you! What I mean is that I will personally send you on the road to save you less pain!" Tang Zi rolled her eyes and said.

"That's unnecessary...so the bronze throne is the kind of speech that is easy to lose control?" Mo Qiuran changed the subject after repeatedly refusing, thinking that he should have no troubles in this regard...as a person who mixed into the dragon's nest Ordinary people of course don't need to worry about dragon blood.

Because there is none at all!

"The Bronze Throne is a fairly stable speech spirit. Although it will cause the releaser to be more aggressive and aggressive than in the normal state, there are usually no problems such as bloodthirsty and loss of consciousness." Tang Zi said, "Unless he insists on making this speech Only by pushing the spirit to the peak beyond its power can it lead to loss of control."

"There are testimonies from some surviving spectators in the previous materials that this is his first match in this illegal arena... After the match, he can regain his freedom and get a lot of money, so his The opponent is three mixed races, and they are holding weapons, and he is unarmed, almost all the audience thinks that he will definitely lose," Mo Qiuran pondered, "Is it because the opponent is too powerful that he has to use excessive language in order to survive? Ling finally lost control of himself?"

"Even if it is really pushed to an uncontrollable level, it will never fall at that speed. Judging from the situation at the scene and those testimonies, he was already completely dead waiter when he was out of control... unless his bloodline is very high " Tang Zi shook his head, "There must be a problem... But the purpose of coming this time is to solve him, and leave the rest to other people, who specialize in surgery."

About 10 minutes later, the two arrived at the end of the trip directly along the road opened by violence.

The lush dense and thick trees were forcibly torn from the place close to the ground, and then thrown aside, the trunks piled up and blocked all around, leaving only one exit. At first glance, it looked like an open-air arena. The clearly visible scratch marks on the ends of the remaining tree stumps in the clearing illustrate the method used by the person who did this—hand tearing!
What kind of strength and hardness is that?
It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a steel frame!

Mo Qiuran nodded to Tang Zi and walked in.

In the middle of the clearing, a man in ragged clothes was sitting on a tree stump, holding a photo and looking at it in a daze. His face was hidden by his half-length hair, but his exposed skin had already turned iron blue, even There are also faint scale-like protrusions!

It wasn't until Mo Qiuran walked into the arena that he was less than 20 meters away from him that he put the photo in his arms, stood up, and looked at Mo Qiuran. Under the messy long hair like a beast, a pair of lit Her golden pupils are like two shining gas lamps!
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Seeing that the person who came was a young man, Basong frowned, lowered his head again, turned his back, and asked, his hoarse and deep voice sounded like a wild beast at first glance.

"Uh... what are you talking about?" Mo Qiuran was caught off guard, originally he thought he would rush up to Basong when he saw him coming, but it seems that he still has the mind to communicate?

"Chinese? What are the Chinese doing here?" Ba Song was taken aback and switched languages.

"I'll go, Uncle, you can speak Chinese? That's amazing!" Mo Qiuran exclaimed.

"Because there were a lot of Chinese tourists when I was doing business at home..." Basong subconsciously replied, shaking his head halfway through speaking, why is it time to say such things now!
"Get out of here immediately and go to the military," Bassong said, "tell them to use the most powerful firepower to cover this place...I can't last long, I can feel the kindness that is against flesh and blood The longing for... Let them kill me! Otherwise, sooner or later, I will turn into that devil-like monster again!"

"I'm from the military, and I've been ordered to come and end you." Mo Qiuran said with his eyes moving slightly.

"You?" Ba Song frowned, as if he wanted to turn around, but he didn't dare, as if he was afraid that he might not be able to do something when he saw Mo Qiuran after turning around, "I'm not joking!"

"Basong, a native of Kasersomwon County, Thailand, 37 years old, used to do tourism business at home, I don't know when he awakened his bloodline and entered the arena...until he accidentally ran away that day, that's all the information given by the Thai side, maybe you can give me Some other additions," Mo Qiuran said, "The matter of the mixed race can only be ended by the mixed race, and your speech spirit Bronze Throne may even block the frontal attack of ordinary missiles after turning into a dead waiter."

"...You and I are the same thing?" Ba Song finally couldn't help turning around when he heard this, and looked directly at Mo Qiuran with his golden pupils like gas lamps.

"Almost." Mo Qiuran calmly started the behavior of huskies mixing with wolves again, that is, using Kusanagi's projection to enchant eyes... I have to say that it looks really similar at first glance.

"I can't control my instincts, I will definitely fight back at such a close distance." After seeing Mo Qiuran's eyes, Basong seemed to have been shocked, his breathing began to gradually become heavier, and the golden pupils in his eyes became brighter and brighter , the scales on his body became more and more obvious, as if it came from the body's instinctive reaction, so he turned around again, and after taking a few deep breaths, the dragon-like features on his body seemed to weaken a bit, "You must make sure you can kill me, Otherwise, I don't know what I would do!"

"Don't be in a hurry," Mo Qiuran asked, "You don't look like such a violent person. You are still thinking about others at this time. Why did you suddenly become like this?"

"...a kind of medicine. Sompa injected me. He said it was a stimulant. He said he put all his money on me so that he could make a lot of money and I could leave successfully." Bassong He said in a calm voice, "I exploded during the duel. I used to be able to control the power I used...but at that moment, the heat flooded my body, and my body was completely out of my control... …turned into a demonic beast! I have seen all the things I have done...but there is nothing I can do!”

"Songpa...is that the owner of the arena, the one who changed his name to Hardy Chris?" Mo Qiuran frowned, "Listen to you, he used that kind of potion, he wanted to win the bet, but also wanted To kill you and not let you leave, why didn't you kill him then?"

"I want to, but I can't!" The iron-blue scales on Bassong's body began to spread, and after several deep breaths, there was no sign of fading, but he stayed there with difficulty, "I want to save my wife... only he can Money! I know I can't change back, if I kill him, no one will save my wife!"

"...Is that the woman in the photo?" Mo Qiuran would ask after being silent.

"Yes." Bassong panted heavily, but this time it was useless. The blue-gray scales on his body began to slowly spread, and the dragon blood in his body gradually began to boil uncontrollably, longing for the young man in front of him. flesh!
"If you trust me, please give me the photo. I don't think that Sompa is trustworthy. I can ask someone to take care of her for you." Mo Qiuran said seriously.

"Are...are you serious?" Basong was stunned.

"At least I don't have to lie to you." Mo Qiuran approached, stretched out his hand, and spread his palm.

"...Okay." Basong stretched out his hand into his bosom, his palm was completely covered by iron-blue dragon scales, and his nails had turned into sharp claws!

But it was this fierce and terrifying claw that took out the fragile and dilapidated photo, carefully, without causing any damage, as if it was treating the most precious thing.

Basong put it on Mo Qiuran's palm, paused for a moment and took it back tremblingly, as if saying goodbye to the past, as if the soul on the verge of hell finally let go of its last care, and then fell into the abyss .

The reason why he can persevere until now... Is it because he can't bear to hurt those civilians, or is it because of the last concern in his heart?

Mo Qiuran didn't know, and didn't want to know. At this time, he didn't have a playful smile, but retracted his palm, and looked at the woman in the photo seriously.

It looks very ordinary, but she is the one who made a person who should have degenerated into a dead waiter hold on for so long, and even controlled the killing desire in her heart, and opened up a place for herself to wait for death.

"Okay, I'll remember." Mo Qiuran carefully put away the photo, raised his head and looked at Basong, his words and demeanor were unprecedentedly serious, "I will ask someone to take good care of her."

"...Thank you." Basong said with a gratified smile after letting go of his last concern. He subconsciously felt that the boy in front of him was very nice, probably the best person he had met in so many years.

It's a pity that we met at such a time, in such a state, and on such an occasion.

Destined to be killed by life and death!

The next moment, the speed at which the iron blue scales spread on Basong's body increased sharply!In just an instant, it has already surpassed the original speed by a hundred times!

"Kill me! Hurry up!" Basong exhausted his last bit of control to forcefully control his ready-to-move body. He hoped to create the last advantage for Mo Qiuran, because his human soul would be eroded by the dragon's blood next. She fell into a complete depravity... She fell into hell forever and turned into a demon!

However, Mo Qiuran did not move.

He just stood there quietly, watching the last iron-blue scale cover Basong's body, watching his sanity being completely devoured... completely, turning into a dead waiter who only knew to desire flesh and blood.

"I didn't make a move because you were worthy of my respect," Mo Qiuran said softly, "I made a move because you are dead, and now there is only a dead waiter in front of me."

It's a pity that Basong can't hear these words.

He, or it, with greedy eyes that yearn for flesh and blood, rushed straight at Mo Qiuran!

Its iron-blue dragon scales spread out and turned into pieces of sharp blades. The bones pierced out of its body and turned into bone spurs. The originally thin body swelled, and the bulging muscles almost broke through the shackles of the dragon scales, which was enough to resist. Among the hard dragon scales bombarded by missiles are muscles as hard as steel.

What a terrifying power that is!

Just looking at his body shape, with one punch, the skinny Mo Qiuran seemed to be turning into a meatloaf!

So, under such a aggressive punch, Mo Qiuran punched.

He didn't dodge, he didn't have the ability to use ice or fire...he just stood there and punched!
Tang Zi, who was watching the battle, looked serious, her body moved slightly subconsciously, and the air around her instantly turned into frost, but she froze in the next second.

Because she believed in Mo Qiuran!

I believe he is definitely not unresponsive!
Thus, the collision of fists and fists.

The sound of the explosion spread to the surroundings along with the small shock wave, stirring up a large cloud of dust and flying countless leaves and branches!

Tang Zi stared at the center of the battle.

The dust gradually dissipated, and the branches and leaves fell... That scene finally appeared before her eyes.

Her pupils suddenly narrowed in shock.

One is a fist covered with iron gray dragon scales and has jet-black bone spurs, and the other is a fist that looks about the size of two knuckles of Deadpool's fist.

It's like a fist bump between the Hulk and the little spider, the visual gap is simply hopeless.

but……

Like the result of a fist bump between the Hulk and Spider-Man, the unbelievably weird becomes a fact because the two are at loggerheads!
even--

"Fist?"

Mo Qiuran exerted all his strength, and forcibly pushed back the fist of the monster Deadpool. Compared with his thin and thin body, he had the power of a monster even more than a monster!
"I like!"

With a sudden force, the Bronze Throne, Fallen Deadpool, was directly thrown out!

PS: Today edg won the [-]th chapter of the explosive update!
　It's like this... Everyone should understand that today is a special day!So a little late!By the way, you can guess who this projection is by the way!

　　
　
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