I, Unlimited Stream, European Emperor

He raised his arm, and said word by word:

"The name of this formula is, "The Times Don't Allow"—"

ps: Today is the third shift, and this month is still short of 11 words, and 6K is just completed every day...

Chapter 662: The wayward saint who has gone off track with the times.

"Time does not allow"

Hearing the name of this fist, Su Mo frowned slightly. Although outsiders could not see his subtle expressions clearly due to the fluff on his face, Su Mo was indeed a little curious about the "Shenggequan" created by this man. What kind of boxing.

Jacob's followers.

The essence is actually using a boxing method similar to mind skills.

It is based on one's own will and mind, the "setting" type of boxing that was born, adding setting, is the embodiment of the mind, interfering with reality with will.

In other words, actually the power of the mind.

And to deduce this spiritual power, the deeds produced by those boxing techniques are myths, not myths that created boxing techniques.

Wilke's pupils seemed to be inhabited by burning flames. They were red and hot, and there was a kind of sadness and powerlessness buried in them.

He waved his fist, very softly, but also very weakly. What resided in this fist was indignation at this age of science in which gods no longer exist, heroes no longer exist, and religion is gradually losing its influence.

The power of this punch is the power to make time go back step by step if the target is hit...

Su Mo felt the fading strength and age in his body, and silently watched the saint who was growing old and gradually matured to old age.

"Here's a cynic..."

Su Mo got to know this saint a little bit. His character is a bit childish, or it shouldn't be called childish, it should be called sad.

When people come to this world, talents are born for the purpose of implementation.

He easily possessed the talent to stand at the apex of this era, but the development direction of this era ran counter to his expectations. He became stronger day by day, but deviated from this era day by day.

Boxer.

Clergy.

saint.

All of these are things that this era doesn't need, he can't find the mission he needs to complete, and he has no enemies.

It is destined that no one will sing his name, and after a hundred years, there will be no deeds of "Saint Wilke" recorded in the Gospels, and no one will sacrifice for him in the Holy Calendar.

And he, apart from boxing, has no other specialties.

But in this era, there are no evil dragons, no demons, only immeasurable heresies, which he cannot attack.

In the end, as a saint, he suddenly seemed to be treasured by the Vatican like a hidden weapon.

This is an unspeakable sorrow, so the saint prayed in his heart to return to that more distant era, hoping to fight the heroes of the past era.

This idea was born to go back in time...

Contrary to his real thoughts.

The expressive power of the boxing matches with the quality of the individual. Although Wilke is a saint, he is not capable of changing the world. Therefore, his final boxing method is only to use his own time to reverse the opponent's time.

but tens of seconds

Su Mo felt that his age was slowly returning to about 20 years old, and many familiar and skilled things in his mind were gradually stripped away, but the man in front of him was getting old and gray-haired.

"Enough is enough."

He shouted in a low voice, Wilke's time is permanently consumed, but what is applied to him is only a short-term time reversal. It is impossible for this punch to truly reverse his time forever. Silly delusion.

Hearing Su Mo's voice, Wilke smiled sadly. For him, everything in this world is not worth nostalgic. The fist punched Su Mo's chest for the last time, and immediately fell down heavily.

"...you want to kill yourself—"

After recovering from the retrospective time covered by boxing, Su Mo stared at the old saint who used his "Shengge Fist", and frowned deeply.

"This punch is just a brief step back in my time, sealing my 15 years of growing up..."

"And the price you paid is nearly three to four times. This punch should not be used like this."

"...Do you want to beg to die in front of me? You idiot!"

Su Mo's eyes turned cold. The other party's inexplicable punching made him feel a sense of humiliation. He had just returned to the weak period when he had just entered the evolutionary space. Obviously the other party only needed to continue punching him. You can end his life.

"In the end, I'm going to die. My only wish before was probably to find an enemy like you who can meet with fists."

"My enemy... I saw your initial weakness, and I have won this battle."

"But my purpose is not to take your life."

"It's enough to see an enemy worthy of my use of this type of boxing, defeated by my boxing."

There is indifference and relief in his eyes. He has been walking aimlessly in this world for more than 20 years. Today, he has spent the next 50 years of his life ahead of schedule. He is over 80 years old and is about to enter 90. This age is worthy, and I have given what these times have ushered in.

It is victory.

Overcame a powerful enemy that challenged the Church.

An opponent he could not defeat with the "siblings" of other saints, an opponent who lost resistance only under his "siblings".