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Chapter 8 Hundred Explosive Fist, Hundred Strength!
"how so?!"

Sikong suppressed his initial panic and fell into deep thought for a long time.

"Could it be..."

Thinking of the five years of being a slave, Sikong suddenly discovered that every Star Slave gene chain would be forcibly destroyed by more than 80%. I am afraid that it was not just for the purpose of banning martial arts, so as to control countless ambitious slaves.

It was just in case, to completely cut off the possibility of Xing Slave’s cultivation!

"Could it be that the microstrings on a one-dimensional cone can only repair a specific part of the gene chain, one-to-one correspondence, so once the gene chain is damaged in a large area, various microstrings are needed..."

The more he guessed, the more Sikong's heart sank to the bottom.

From an energy point of view, the green microstring is indeed just one of the microstrings, and the genetic chains of organisms are composed of different elements, and repairing may indeed require different microstrings.

Sikong's face was cloudy and uncertain, but at this moment, dust fell in the underground lair, and there was a dull sound from outside the lair.

Like a thousand troops passing a horse, the hooves of the iron-bited horses are galloping from far and near, the steps are like thunder, and there is a rustling sound of licking.

Sikong picked up the bone knife, and there was still a bright red color on the knife.

Leaning down to his ears, Sikong only felt that the sound outside the cave was a bit familiar. When he got close, Sikong's eyes widened: "Half bone knife insect?!"

As if his ass was scorched, Sikong jumped up, hurriedly put all the empty bottles of nutrient solution into the three-dimensional storage box, tore off a handful of spider webs, blocked the light, and rushed out of the underground lair.

Into the eyes, the 'White Desert' rolls like waves, and contrasts with the sky of gray flying sand to form a dark millstone, and because of the static friction of sand grains, ghostly thunder snakes flash across the sky from time to time, chasing after them, like the end of the world.

"Could it be that the whole family chased me down? Isn't it just killing a deformed child! Although it is your insect king..."

At the end, his voice gradually became lower and lower, Sikong turned around and fled, darting towards the depths of the black rock world.

A scout of half-bone saber bugs who went ahead caught up with Sikong. Sikong kept on walking, and his fists made the antelope hang its horns. He punched one after another, causing a series of explosions.

Along the road, sprinkle white insect corpses.

"His, hiss, hiss..."

Suddenly, Sima's scalp went numb, and he watched the large ghost-faced spiders nearly three meters high crawl out of their underground lairs in the black rock world.

Legs like javelins, countless big cell ghost face spiders gathered together, like a dark ocean of steel, cold and solid!
There are tigers and wolves in front, and chasing soldiers behind, Sikong is sandwiched between the two alone, like a little white rabbit, sent to the door crisply.

"Damn it, it was made with dumplings!"

Holding the knife in his left hand, Sikong chopped off a half-skeleton knife insect by the waist like peeling tofu, then lowered his body and punched, and his right fist, like a cannonball, directly blasted the head of a ghost-faced spider.

The right fist was pulled out, and the thick mucus elongated.

'Whoa! '

Seeing a half-skeleton knife insect and a big-celled ghost-face spider attacking at the same time, Sikong retreated, but saw that the two insects immediately fought each other as if they wanted to kill their wives and children, throwing blood from severed limbs from time to time. Instead, he left Sikong aside.

Sikong suddenly understood, looked up and saw the 'White Desert' and 'Black Rock' met, and they turned into battles one after another, fighting like a snowball.

To them, Sikong may be just a strange alien, but between them, they are natural enemies whose hatred has been engraved deep in the genetic chain for thousands of years!

Never die!

Sikong's actions are just the trigger, an opportunity for them to declare war.

However, any half-bone knife insect within a hundred meters of Sikong looked at Sikong and was immediately angered by the bone knife in his hand. They actually suppressed their hatred for the Big Cell Ghost Face Spider and attacked Sikong.

And the bone knife in Sikong's hand, in the eyes of origin, is——

The companion weapon of the half-skeleton young king, a bone hyperplasia creature, extremely high density, extremely sharp

Origin Compendium: Last Genesis Derivatives
Simulation Level: Perfect

Note: can be simulated

Thoughts were going back and forth in his mind, Sikong saw that many half-skeleton knife insects that were killing him were restrained by ghost-faced spiders, but for ghost-faced spiders, their desire to kill Sikong was far less than that of half-skeleton knife insects.

Therefore, Sikong, who originally wanted to quit, stopped.

"If you want to play, play in a big game!"

Sikong abandoned the saber instead of using it, but pinned it into the spider silk around his waist, watched as he broke through the attack of the big cell ghost face spider, and laughed at the half-skeleton saber worm he had killed: "I will take you and help me break through the last bottleneck !"

"Rise and fall like a swallow, practice everything!"

The Hundred Explosion Fist has reached its current state. For Sikong, the three strengths of the fist, waist and legs are combined into one. With a slight movement, a huge force can be revealed from the two fists without the need to store up strength.

As the worm tail swept over, Sikong stepped like a scrambler, squatted down and raised his shoulders, but pushed the wormtail filled with great strength to the sky. Sikong's arms were like snakes, and he hugged the half-skeleton knife worm, and then pulled the weeping willow upside down. Turning around, he threw the half bone knife insect to another half bone knife insect!
"coax!"

The two half-bone knife insects collided like meteorites, turning into minced meat, splashing black and white blood.

"Gu Jianshou, fist and eye, hook back, wolf's head!"

The flowing water's Hundred Explosive Fist cannot be splashed with water, and any half-skeleton knife insects that enter Sikong's offensive are like a lonely boat in the sea. After struggling for a few seconds, they are beaten to death by the lightning-fast punch.

A month of hard work with blood, sweat and suffering poured out the foundation that Sikong is today. Every move has a profound meaning, and every mention and vertical movement has a charm.

The combat experience has also changed from a blank sheet of paper to a rather insightful one. Although Sikong is not as good as those soldiers who have experienced many battles and turned fighting into instinct, but compared to the young man who cultivated immortality for nine years and talked about war on paper, he is What a world of difference!
The most suffering is Xu Baifa, and the most is the vicissitudes of time.

"I don't know if it's not drunk today, Baili Waterfall, hanging down Kyushu!"

Suddenly, Sikong's boxing changed, like a prodigal son who was drunk in the fireworks and wine alley, staggering, drifting among the half-skeletal knife insects, and there were loud bangs coming from his body.

And after a loud explosion, a half-skeleton knife insect died without a whole body.

In the end, after the 99 explosions, Sikong only felt a feeling of suffocation in his stomach, and as the Hundred Explosion Fist was punched over and over again, a kind of throbbing slowly grew from inside his body.

Suddenly, Sikong's movements were fixed, his face became more drunk, but his eyes became clearer.

"Hiccup..."

As if he had a drunken burp, Sikong exhaled a long stream of air, knocking over a half-bone sword insect, but Sikong was no longer drunk!
"Hundred Explosion Fist, One Explosion, One Strength, One Hundred Explosions, One Hundred Strength!"

Sikong Zhama, swung his fist down, and punched a hundred explosive punches from beginning to end, his movements were stiff and rigid, worse than those of beginners.

The half-skeleton knife insect turned into white waves and rolled towards Sikong, defying life and death.

Suddenly, there was a bang, and after 99 passages, one was blurred at first, then became clear, and finally exploded like a thunderclap on the ground!

Back to basics, great wisdom is like foolishness!
"Barry Waterfall!"

Sikong's eyes were full of light, he stepped forward with one step, his body was like an arrow feather, piercing the white waves, and then hundreds of explosions erupted!
"coax!"

Sikong landed on the ground, his knees were slightly bent, but his spine was still erect.

And behind him, dozens of half-skeleton knife insects turned into meat paste, and a bloody rain rained down. The surrounding insects flinched slightly in shock, leaving Sikong with nothing within tens of meters, and he was the only one.

Hundred Explosion Fist, Dacheng!

In his eyes, the blood plum that was about to bloom became more and more coquettish, and the three petals trembled slightly.

"Cough cough cough..."

Suddenly, Sikong's legs went limp, his breathing became disordered, and he almost fell, only to feel his heart beating like a drum, and smoke came out from the top of his bare head again.

"I didn't expect Dacheng's Hundred Explosion Fist to consume so much, and my genetic chain could not bear it. In the final analysis, it is because of the accumulation of genetic chains that are difficult to reverse, and the reason for dispelling too much."

Sikong smiled wryly. He thought that after practicing the Super String Furnace, he would let the birds fly and talk about revenge, so even though he was trapped on this desolate star, he didn't despair at all.

Because, he can be a lone wolf, lurking secretly, growing slowly.

But if the problem of the gene chain is not resolved, he will not be able to flex his muscles for a day, sweep away internal troubles, and suppress foreign enemies!
"Cuckoo, cluck, cluck..."

"Sizzling..."

At this moment, two very different and meaningful insect sounds came from the white desert and the steel ocean respectively.

The bugs gathered around Sikong retreated one after another, treating Sikong as a rotten piece of wood.

"Um?

Looking around, Sikong saw the white desert and the sea of ​​steel curling inward, but at the same time, there were several extremely large and fiercely shining insects coming outward, leaving their respective camps.

Four half-skeleton young kings came out of the white desert, but compared to the one that Sikong killed a few days ago, they were almost three times larger in size, and the two bone knives were more like door leaves. Cold Blade.

It seems that in a few days, the young kings passed the fragile period of insect life and pushed themselves to the top, just to meet this race war!
On the other side of the big cell ghost face spider, five young kings crawled out, with exposed fangs and fluff like needles, nearly six meters high!

kill!

The battle of kings is more bloody and cruel.

A half-bone young king cut a bone knife into the back cell body of the ghost face spider, and the ghost face spider also bit its fangs into the half bone young king's neck.

Straightforward and neat, you come and go without hiding your murderous intentions, even if you die together!
Sikong didn't dare to act rashly and hid behind a stubborn rock, observing the race war.

Time passed bit by bit, the cold wind was like a knife, the sky was still flying sand, and faint lightning was rubbed out, adding a bit of tragedy to this battle.

Perhaps it was because of Sikong's actions that the half-bone young king was missing. This battle of kings ended with the annihilation of the half-bone young king's entire army.

And as the victor, the big cell ghost face spider also had broken limbs and arms, miserable and emaciated, and then... like a Gu worm, it started fighting inside.

In the end, a large ghost face spider with nine spider legs left, with black blood gushing out from the body on its back, boarded the throne of flesh and blood, tremblingly stepped on the corpses of its brothers and sisters, neighing for a long time...

"Hey! Hiss! Hiss!"

A roar that pierced the sky came from the sea of ​​steel, but in contrast to the white desert, it fell into dead silence.

Then, under Sikong's shocked gaze, thousands of half-skeleton knife insects committed suicide, beheaded their own heads with bone knives, and sprinkled the ground pale.

The white desert receded, returning to the Chu-Han boundary.

And the big celled ghost face spider dragged the corpses back into the cave, some of which were natural enemies, half-skeletal knife insects, and some of the same kind...

(End of this chapter)