The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 27 Survival
The white-haired young man knew that his situation was already very bad. In the face of crushing forces, he was likely to be defeated and perish.

The breath of death was gradually approaching, and a smear of blood stained his eyes red.

He is very familiar with this feeling. Whenever this time comes, he knows that he will die at this moment, and the only way to survive is to break through!
Death is like a huge squeezer, some people will be crushed to pieces, and some people will use this to squeeze out their potential.

The white-haired young man was naturally the latter. At this moment, he exuded an icy aura, and his blood-red eyes were like red ice cubes, condensing a murderous intent that would freeze the soul.

The cold air was sucked into the lungs along the nasal cavity, like a cold carving knife sharpening the nerves of the white-haired young man.

At this moment, every inch of his body is under the complete control of his own will, and he can make any movement according to his needs at any time.

Excellent condition.

The white-haired youth maintained this state, standing motionless on the spot.

The more you move, the more flaws you have. When the physical fitness gap between the two sides is too large, only the latecomers can control the opponent.

And Mo Zhen, who is in the state of [Brainless Carnival], is not so particular. He is a nerd artist, and he is a theoretical giant. Word, do it!

A hot-blooded good man, just do it, and the real strong can win with just punching, only the weak with no skills can do fancy things.

A dark green iron fist swept the wind and thunder, like a dark green meteorite, approaching the white-haired youth unstoppably.

The white-haired young man stared intently at this shocking fist, and the fist reflected in his blood-red eyes gradually became bigger and bigger.

When the power of the spirit is strong enough, people will enter a wonderful state in a state of concentration. In this wonderful state, people's perception of time will change.

The so-called enlightenment and the revolving lantern at the time of death are entering this state.

This wonderful state is called [Time Illusion].

And the white-haired young man has entered this wonderful [time illusion] state at this moment. In this state, he can clearly see the trajectory of Mo Zhen's fist.

There are two kinds of speed in battle, one is fast body movement, and the other is fast mental reaction.

The former strikes first, and the latter strikes back.

Physically slow, make up for mentally fast!

The white-haired young man who completely saw through Mo Zhen's movements gave an almost perfect response.

Every movement of his body was accurately calculated. Despite the huge speed difference, he still avoided Mozhen's fist, and grasped the space in Mozhen's chest when he punched, and sent out a fatal blow without hesitation. one strike.

This claw is as precise as a scalpel, piercing Mozhen's muscles from a tricky angle, and entering Mozhen's heart from between two ribs.

This is the most perfect attack path, avoiding the protection of the ribs, saving precious time, and avoiding Mozhen's dying counterattack.

In the battle between life and death, every minute of time will have a huge impact on the outcome of the battle.

It's over, sure enough, this kind of killing that dances with death can make me feel satisfied.

The white-haired young man thought so, and the sharp claws continued to penetrate, piercing Mo Zhen's heart.

However, he was unsuccessful.

The two ribs were like traps for trapping the beast, firmly biting the sharp claws of the beast. The claws of the white-haired young man were stuck in front of the heart and could not move.

"How is it possible! This guy's reaction..."

The white-haired young man looked at Mo Zhen's face, only to see a pair of wild and joking eyes staring at him.

At this time, Mozhen has got rid of the state of [brainless carnival], and is only in the state of [carnival].

The remaining thinking ability of 70% mental value is enough for Mo Zhen to calculate a little white hair.

The next moment, Mo Zhen returned to Mo Zhen with his indomitable middle school spirit, and he punched and roared arrogantly.

"Death to the weak! Take this corpse king's World Extermination Fist from me!"

The shocking roar made the white-haired youth lose his mind for a moment. At this moment, he felt that he was already in the abyss of death.

The wind of death whistled in his ears, and the icy breath instantly made his blood coagulate.

Is it really over?
Since he entered the game in the spiritual paradise, he has never really died.

What is the fate of death, he does not know.

However, he resisted death from the bottom of his heart.

Although he often walks on the edge of life and death, even though the breath of death makes him break through again and again, just as loving someone does not mean wanting to mate with her (him), he does not want to embrace real death.

"Damn, it's not over yet! I still have one hand..."

The white-haired youth's eyes, which were originally like blood-red ice cubes, turned into burning blood flames at this moment.

The strong will to survive boiled in his eyes, and he poured all his strength into his left hand, stabbing Mo Zhen's vitals fiercely.

But the distance was too close, and the gap was too great. He could only watch the opponent's fist slowly enlarge in his eyes in the time-slowing scene, but his sharp claws could not touch the opponent's body anyway.

This feeling of slowly waiting to die is the most difficult feeling.

"Quick, quick, quick! Get moving!"

The white-haired young man roared in his heart, struggling desperately, trying to get rid of the shackles of this slow body and reach a new realm.

Every time Mo Zhen's fist got closer, he felt that he was one step closer to that realm.

This was the moment when he was closest to death, and also the moment where he was most likely to break through.

"Crack."

Suddenly, there was a broken sound in his world, it was the sound of bones breaking in his body.

A burst of fishy and sweet breath surged upwards, and he couldn't help spitting out a big mouthful of blood with broken organs.

Then, his imprisoned body and his imprisoned spirit were freed, flying in the air.

Finally, with a breath of decay, he fell powerlessly to the ground.

He broke through, but also lost.

Although he was defeated at this moment, he was not defeated.

6% health is slowly decreasing along with the injuries.

【Game Position】is changed from 【Entering Concentration】 to 【Initial Transformation】, and a new 【Personality】 emerges as the times require.

[Personality·Live to death (10%): Your will to survive surpasses death, the lower your health, the slower the decline of your health]

"Damn it, how could it be such a [personality], I..."

The white-haired young man fell to the ground with a look of unwillingness in his eyes.

From the name to the description to the effect, the white-haired youth is completely dissatisfied with this [personality].

What is it that his breakthrough before he died was exchanged for such an ability to barely survive?
What I want is the power to kill the opponent regardless of everything!

If you live in vain, you will eventually perish. Only by constantly killing and marching towards death can you truly survive.

He has understood this truth in killing again and again.

But why, I got this [personality]!

Could it be... am I afraid of death?
(End of this chapter)