mechanical court

"Hmm!" Ivan nodded again and again. Although he understood what the other party said, he still listened patiently.

"And when the strength penetrates the whole body, forming the 'capital' and the 'canal' to concentrate biological energy, it will also activate a consciousness at the level of your cells." Kalenz's expression became more and more serious, his eyes brightened as if he could Penetrate the screen and pierce the opponent's heart:

"Cells are the structural units of all organisms. They are essentially independent living organisms. The two most important primitive instincts of living organisms are survival and reproduction. Among them, in order to survive, they are constantly adapting to the environment and strengthening themselves until they reach the genetic level. The limit. MMA is actually passively strengthening this instinct. After reaching the master level, this instinctive consciousness that is strong enough will also be concentrated, indirectly affecting the whole of them. This consciousness is essentially a fighting, killing , Intensified desire, but based on the differences in personal experience and personality, it will evolve into a variety of almost substantive oppression."

"You mean - pressure?" Ivan interrupted him slightly.

"True intent, fist intent, boldness, fighting spirit, it's just a noun, it can be explained in any way."

Kalenz waved his hand, explained indifferently, and continued:

"All in all, this idea is related to the fighter's physical and mental state. The better the physique and the stronger the mental state, the stronger this idea will be. Generally speaking, fighters can control their fists well. But there are also special circumstances - if a fighter's fisting intentions are too special or extreme, there is a chance that the body will be manipulated by the thoughts at the cellular level, turning into a perverted murderer who can't restrain the desire to kill and reproduce!"

"So, Minister, you must have 'vindictiveness' now, right?" Ivan asked eagerly.

"Hahaha! It's almost there."

Kalenz laughed triumphantly, then took a sip of mouthwash, left it in his mouth and stirred it, and then spit it all into the sink: "Masters are also divided into front and rear ends, and I can only be regarded as a beginner right now. Having cultivated the 'intelligence', it is still a little short of being able to retract and release freely."

"I see. Let's go to the club now. I'll see you later."

"Well, see you later."

Kalenz nodded slightly, and after the watch screen went black, he hung up the video call.

Chapter 135 Memory Chip ([-])

"Fist intention... true intention, boldness, fighting spirit..."

Ivan mumbled to himself and turned off the video communication, and lay back on the floor, leaning on his arm behind his head as a pillow, and closed his eyes a little tiredly.

After Kalenz's guidance, he has already understood the changes in himself - simply put, it is the master-level mixed martial arts, which has risen from tempering the body to the level where the body feeds back the spiritual power.

In this case, fighters will enter a transformation period of warming up their boxing intentions.The stronger the physical and mental strength, the stronger the fist intention produced by Wen Yang, and the nature of the fist intention is determined by the will and character of the fighter.However, there are certain risks in the transformation. If a fighter is stimulated during the period of nurturing his fist, or is backlashed by his fist, he will become a perverted murderer controlled by his killing and breeding desires.

To be honest, Ivan was a little worried about himself.

He preliminarily judged that he was stimulated by the Invisible City, and gave birth to the fist intent of a master fighter, and all his spiritual power has not advanced to the fourth level, because the fist intent is still in the process of forming—— The fist intent in the mouth of fighters is basically equivalent to the soul fire of the fourth level of spiritual power.

That strong aura of disaster should be the embryonic form of his fist.

Kalenz said that fist intent is linked to character, and the greater the destructive power of fist intent, the greater the risk a fighter will encounter during the metamorphosis period.

As for the fisting intention of disaster, Ivan felt horrified when he thought about it, because it was a kind of destruction without any reason, without any restraint, and pure to the extreme.

The celestial bodies revolve and bring disasters, and they never pay attention to the feelings of mortals.

Earthquakes, floods, tsunamis, and storms, when these natural disasters devour human lives, they will not cause sadness, happiness, and no hesitation or entanglement.No matter how many lives are destroyed, how much grief is concocted, as a phenomenon, disasters will always execute the purest destruction.

This is Yiwen's profound understanding in the face of many disasters in an almost desperate situation.Normal fighters never have such a deep understanding, let alone conceive such a terrifying fist.Because individual human beings have no room to resist in the face of the "end of the world", and those who have the strength to resist have also crossed the hurdle of soul fire early.

Only fighters like Yiwen, who experienced all the evolutions of the end of the world before breaking through the fourth level of mental power, and won the battle to reverse the future, can give birth to the special boxing will to control disasters with their bodies.

Once this kind of fist is conceived and formed, its destructive power on the spiritual level is immeasurable.

It is also because of this that Yiwen Wen Yangquanyi is facing a very high risk, but because he also has the psychological advantage of "reversing the future", he cannot be said to be completely at a disadvantage in the face of "disasters".

"This is bad news, but also good news. Everything I have now is not difficult to get with Elulome's means and beauty. After all, the air fortress of the Federation is very close to the king's capital. As long as she is willing, even if the mechanic's Both Inheritance and Shenyuan Metal are possible, but MMA is the only thing she can’t get in touch with! Even in a place with a strong academic atmosphere like Space City, MMA is a niche among the minority, and it is even more impossible in Space Fortress There are mechanics who are proficient in MMA."

Thinking of this, Ivan's face gradually hardened, and his eyelids flicked subconsciously.Considering Ellome's talent and temperament, as well as his calmness when he let himself go to study abroad, he became more and more apprehensive:

"Before I left Hai Bolun, she had trained the Sun Gold Sutra to the fourth level, and she had consolidated it for quite a long time. Her strength was so strong that even the mechanics of the establishment could not do anything about it, forcing the consortium to use the negotiation method. A gentler way to deal with the empire. How strong is she now? Even without the inheritance of a mechanic, if she cultivates a Sun Golden Sutra alone, her growth rate will not be inferior to mine.

The talent is that she is stronger, but in terms of character, only the current me can compete with her.Compared with Ellum, my only advantage is that the upper limit is relatively high.Ignoring the inheritance of the mechanic, if you also cultivate to the limit, the unity of light and darkness is definitely stronger than a single holy scripture. "

Thinking of this, Yiwen's thoughts seemed to return to the invisible space, back to the dark and boundless world, once again experiencing the pain of his teammates being brutally killed by his side, but he was helpless:

"For me, as long as it is compatible with the inheritance of the mechanic and the scripture system, no power is too much,"

"The fist of disaster is my biggest bargaining chip in defeating Elulome!"

"Having no power is a sin!"

one-one-one-one

In the morning, the mild sunlight fell on the curtains.

Even though it was subtle and separated by an indelible layer of darkness, the bright line caught Ivan's sight like salvation.

He stood up from the floor, pulled open the curtains and looked out, facing the sun with earnest eyes towards the sky, staring at the object that swayed light and heat—the sun finally rose.

The space city flag with a green background and a golden edge is fluttering on the flagpole in the distance, which is particularly eye-catching and dazzling at this moment.

The golden artificial sun rose slowly, projecting the carefully planned silhouette of the city into Ivan's eyes. At that moment, even time seemed to be frozen.He stretched out his hand subconsciously, touching the long-lost sunlight, his pupils lost focus in the brilliant light of the east.At this time, the space city was still covered with a veil of silence, only the rolling sound of the cleaning robot's axles echoed in his ears.

After being intoxicated for a moment, he let out a sigh of satisfaction: "First, I was cut off from the sun by the sky and the sea, and then I lived a life without seeing the sun for dozens of days in the refuge... Now I can see the sun again, my literary artist They're almost becoming poets."

Bathed in the long-lost sunshine, after sighing for a while, Ivan remembered the agreement he had made with Karens, and hurried to the bathroom to wash up.He went downstairs to say hello to Bai Xiong and others, and then drove the aircraft to the Pure Shield.

Beep beep——!

When the journey was about halfway, Ivan suddenly received a video call invitation. Looking at his identity information, he turned out to be Duo Meng again.He thought about it carefully, and felt that since he had already rejected it before, there was no need to pester him again.

In order to avoid more troubles, block it directly!

Beep beep——!

Just when he was about to blacklist Domon, the other party sent a video email directly, and then took the initiative to stop the video communication.Seeing this operation, Yiwen felt angry, and wanted to scald him with boiling water from the air—it was clearly relying on him, forcing him to have a relationship with him!

Chapter 137 Memory Chips ([-])

Shield of Purity, the landscape lake in the inner courtyard area.

The dawn sun shines all over the lake, the soft wind wrinkles the clear water, and the sparkling gold covers the sky, complementing the golden forest and sea.Ivan drove the aircraft over the clear and flawless lake, and the wind pressure scraped across the lake like a knife, leaving a water mark where the waves flew.The aircraft stopped for a while at the outpost on the outer floating island, and after scanning the identity information, it rushed towards the mixed martial arts club all the way.

After passing through the outer island chain and seeing the iconic 'iron furnace' of the Mixed Martial Arts Club, the aircraft tilted and fell towards the square.

Ivan jumped off the aircraft and quickly stepped into the tree-lined road leading to the club's main building. The sunlight was filtered by layers of leaves, and leaked onto him, turning into a faint, round, gently swaying halo.The warm sunlight shuttles through the tiny air gaps, the fine wind lingers on the leaves of the green forest belt, and the fragrance of the grass and trees permeates the tree-lined road in the morning, filling the emptiness on the road.

The beautiful scenery on the empty road is enough to make people intoxicated, but Ivan has no time to appreciate the artistic conception at this time. Domon's behavior of forcibly dragging him into the water is very disgusting and completely disrupts his rhythm.

"I treat you as a friend, but you help me take advantage of it? Then don't blame me for reaching a consensus with the evil forces!" As Ivan walked towards the main building of the club, the more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. The other party blocked it directly.

His eyes fell on the stairs stretching up in front of him, and while he was thinking about Domon, he hurried up the stairs.The figure quickly left the shroud of the morning sun, and merged into the cool shadow cast by the entrance of the hall.

"Great! You're here!" An immature male voice, whose voice hadn't changed obviously, sounded from above the steps.

"..."