Chapter 1567: Chapter 1567
Chapter 1567: Chapter 1567: Abnormal (New Copy World Bonus Chapter, Vote Requested)
On his body, the ferocious power from the soul surged into the battered body in an instant, with blood gushing out like flowing water, and the twisted flesh squirming under the skin.
In an instant, He Ao immediately contained the power of Super Memory, sealing it within his soul.
This mortal body simply couldn’t withstand the power of an Angel; in just a moment, it would be transformed into a maddened monster.
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“Counterattack! Counterattack, you useless fool! Counterattack!”
“I bet five thousand on you! Get up! Get up!!! Damn—”
“Beat him to death! Beat him to death!!! Kill this guy! I’m going to make a fortune!—”
As He Ao contained his power, hoarse screams of exertion pierced through the iron octagonal cage, pouring into He Ao’s ears.
Fervor, brutality, madness.
The atmosphere seemed to be filled with a virus-like aura, pushing everyone’s emotions to the extreme.
He Ao’s vision gradually recovered, and above the blood-red spots in his sight, a massive fist was enlarging, crashing down amidst the noisy clamor.
The speed of that fist was swift, smashing toward He Ao’s face like a violent gust.
The opponent wasn’t strong, but ‘Loren’ wasn’t strong either and had been severely injured in the previous battle.
A few more hits could very well beat this body to death.
This is the underground boxing match. Though called a boxing match, it’s actually beast fighting, with no rules and no skills.
A pure fleshy boxing match, relying on bloody scenes to attract audiences and gamblers.
If you get beaten to death, you truly die.
The massive fist, accompanied by the sound of wind whistling, smashed toward He Ao’s head.
But the fist didn’t touch the hard skull; it was caught by a blood-covered hand.
The surrounding clamor fell into silence for that moment, followed by even more explosive shouting.
“Get up! Fierce Beast!” “Get up, Fierce Beast!”
The roaring shouts exploded like thunder, reaching a climax in the frenzied atmosphere.
He Ao fiercely erupted with strength, directly throwing the man in front of him away.
The man who flew out crashed onto the railing and fell to the ground.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, He Ao stood up.
The surrounding atmosphere exploded once more at that instant, with even more ferocious shouting resounding.
He Ao took a long breath, strands of Divine Sense spreading from the soul to the body, then traversed the entire energy circuit of the body.
Subsequently, these strands of Divine Sense attached themselves to these energy circuits, forcibly expanding the entire energy circuit.
Accompanying He Ao’s breathing, strands of strength poured into his chest, then flowed into his body along the expanded energy circuits.
His gaze swept through the place below the platform, this vast abandoned factory already filled with a crowd, their cries blending into one, echoing like a roaring thunderstorm.
His vision was already covered by scarlet blood spots, and around the blood spots, everything seemed devoid of color, turning into a pale gray, with only strands of faint green entwining through the gray and white.
“Fierce Beast! Counterattack!” “Fierce Beast! Counterattack!”
The surrounding sound continued to rage.
Fierce Beast was ‘Loren’s’ nickname in the underground world.
Though Loren didn’t personally nickname.
He Ao withdrew his gaze, raised his head, and looked at the upper part of the factory.
Above his head, a clean office supported by steel framework and separated by a glass wall held a man in a neatly fitted suit of imposing stature, standing behind that transparent glass wall, lowering his head to gaze at him coldly.
This was the organizer who invited ‘Loren’ to participate in this boxing match.
At that instant, a giant fist once again came crashing toward He Ao head-on.
The man standing before He Ao had stood up once more, his fists aggressive, bursting with power far beyond what his size would suggest.
He stared intently at He Ao, biting on his mouthguard as if mocking He Ao for being foolish enough to lose focus at this moment.
The fist, carrying its ferocious power, approached He Ao’s front, seemingly about to knock He Ao down again.
But this fist ultimately swung into empty air. He Ao lightly sidestepped, moved behind the man along with the motion of his swing, and clasped his head with both hands, exerting intertwined force.
Accompanied by a crisp sound.
The man’s body stiffened abruptly, and then collapsed like a pool of soft mud to the ground, lifeless.
No explosive form, not an ‘Furious Man’, then.
He Ao scanned the man’s internal energy attribute with Divine Sense, blue.
It should be Talent Sequence 4: Citizen.
Citizen is among the basic nine Talent Sequences, providing substantial enhancements to physical fitness, and unlike the Furious Man, it doesn’t only enhance strength. It covers agility, strength, intelligence, and endurance, also possessing certain combat talents, allowing the learning of simple combat moves.
It is indeed suitable for combat.
He Ao could roughly sense that the man’s physical fitness was about twice that of Loren’s, combined with well-trained techniques.
For an ordinary person like Loren, this was a crushing advantage, and the man would even resort to sneak attacks.
But with such a gap, without any extraordinary abilities, the opponent was not enough to pose a threat to He Ao.
Loren actually had a talent for martial arts, but he had killed too few people.
As the man’s body went limp, the originally noisy hall suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
Everything had just happened too fast, and no one saw clearly; the fight was over.
And He Ao gazed at everything around him; as he killed the man, the grayish-white that had enveloped the entire factory was quickly fading, and vibrant colors returned to the world.
“Fierce Beast! Fierce Beast! Fierce Beast!”
The crowd around finally reacted at this moment, letting out trembling roars.
And some were angrily cursing, seemingly blaming themselves for losing money on bets.
Countless people raised their wristbands at this moment, watching the numbers jumping on their bands with excitement.
The crowd’s clamor continued, but the previous fervent atmosphere seemed to have dissipated.
Streams of energy converged into the chest cavity.
He Ao raised his gaze, glancing at his personal attribute panel.
[Authority Level: Advanced Player]
[Physical Fitness: 1761562 (19)]
[Skills: Talent Sequence 272: Super Memory (A-level) (Abnormal), Basic Firearms Mastery (Soul Part), Talent Sequence 144: Miracle Scholar (B-level) (Rejection) (Unavailable), Mysterious Academic Introduction]
[Mechanical Modification: None]
[Martial Arts: Qi Refinement and Spirit Transformation (B-level) (Partially Usable)]
[Character Skills: Qi Induction (F-level)]
Qi Induction was just acquired when He Ao began to practice martial arts.
This time it was purely a mortal role.
Physical fitness at 19 was considered strong among mortals, not as good as Regit and Vian, but Loren was only 18, had not been training for long, and nutrition had not fully caught up.
High martial arts talent, although not as good as the original body, should be similar to Regit.
Under He Ao’s gaze, that 19 quickly jumped up to 20.
The Divine Sense opened the energy circuit; He Ao was currently absorbing external energy at a speed far exceeding normal, forcibly and rapidly enhancing martial arts cultivation.
This was one of the Divine Sense usages he learned from the martial arts elder.
Just then, a sound of unlocking came from behind He Ao; it was the lock of this simple octagonal cage being opened, followed by the sound of someone pulling open the iron door and entering the cage.
The narrow iron door was slowly pushed open, and two figures passed through the narrow entrance, entering the noisy abandoned factory.
Both were wearing thick black jackets. On the right was a young woman who looked about twenty-one or twenty-two; she took out a pink crystal pendant entwined with a Secret Silver Snake from under her neck, gazing at the pink crystal glow shimmering on it.
She turned her head to the middle-aged man on her left, saying somewhat excitedly, “Captain, we arrived just in time; the anomaly hasn’t been activated yet.”
“No,” the middle-aged man stood among the noisy crowd, looking at the octagonal cage standing one meter high in the center of the factory, inside which stood a blood-soaked youth and a man lying on the ground, “it’s already over.”
“Huh?” the young woman was a bit puzzled.
“Anomaly X3-186: Life and Death Boxing Ring.” The man’s gaze swept over the display screen above the octagonal cage, labeled [‘Fierce Beast’ vs. ‘Hurricane’], and then he lowered his head to gently explain,
“Life and Death Boxing Ring is not an anomaly with a fixed location; rather, it is a regional anomaly effective in an area centered on a boxing gym from two hundred years ago. Within this area, any boxing match could trigger the anomaly.”
He took out a cigarette, clamped it in his mouth, then glanced at the young woman beside him, took the cigarette back, and continued, “This anomaly affects the surrounding spectators and the boxers in the ring, causing everyone to be in a state of excitement until one of the boxers in the ring is completely dead, then the anomaly ends.”
Hearing this, the young woman looked at the blood-soaked boxing ring ahead and had already understood.
The anomaly had been triggered here but had already ended.
“‘Life and Death Boxing Ring’ has not been triggered for fifty years, and this area is no longer within its range,” the middle-aged man wore a gloomy expression, clamped the cigarette in his mouth, quickened his pace, and moved forward.
“What are you doing?” A figure standing in the backseat ahead was pushed aside by the man, “Did you buy a ticket to squeeze forward?”
The middle-aged man reached out to say something.
And at this moment, the young woman following him suddenly looked up, “Captain, look over there.”
The middle-aged man looked up ahead.
On the ring, the octagonal cage door was being opened, and several people who seemed to be spectators were squeezing into the cage, heading toward the blood-soaked youth standing inside.
Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man bit down on the cigarette, “Fools!”
Then he glanced at the noisy crowd around him, the thunderous cheers rising in the factory.
“You wait for me outside!” he shouted, forcibly pushing through the crowd, rushing toward the octagonal cage.
And at this moment, in the octagonal cage in the center of the factory, several figures were walking in.
He Ao turned around, looking at the young people entering.