The black bamboo frame broke, and confetti heads flew up.
The movements are smooth and flowing, as if they have been tempered for thousands of times, and are completely unaffected by the confusion of Chen Jin's ontological consciousness.
It was the fighting instinct contained in the [Past Life] sword itself that took over part of the control of his body.
Chen Jin took a sharp breath, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.
My own subjective consciousness is almost paralyzed due to processing the massive amount of avatar information, and I can only barely maintain the continuous release of [Endless Depletion].
As for his own defense and combat, he almost completely left it to the [Past Life] sword and his 99% swordsmanship expertise instinct.
He is now like a man split in two:
Consciousness, floating painfully in the ocean of information, directs a microscopic fungus war;
The body, entrusted to the sharp blade in his hand, turned into a fighting machine that purely relied on swordsmanship to kill instinctively, struggling to sustain itself amidst the siege of paper man corpses and jellyfish tentacles.
"Kill..."
His eyes were bloodshot, and his field of vision was filled with overlapping and shaking chaotic images. He had a splitting headache and could only squeeze out vague syllables through his teeth.
The [Past Life] sword in his hand became more and more powerful. The sword's light was like splashing ink, and it was like a silver snake dancing wildly, tearing apart all enemies who dared to get close.
At the same time, commotion began to occur within the jellyfish group in the sky. The infected jellyfish frantically released spores, continuing to infect the same kind around them, and the blue fluorescent light kept flickering on and off.
Relying on his tenacious will, he dragged his decelerated body, releasing spores while relying on his sword instinct to move forward and kill step by step.
"Tang Ni" took advantage of the shadow of the alley and quietly touched the old man Mountain Imp who was behind him.
"If you kill these two people, you will have enough for six, and you can go back early."
However, just when "Tang Ni" turned his hands into pistols and prepared to launch a thunderous strike, a feeling of sluggishness came through the spiritual connection.
"No..."
This clone only inherited a weakened version of [Flesh of Vision] ability.
It can carry out basic physical Metamorphosis and regeneration, but like the main body, it is impossible to complete the high-precision, high-energy-consuming operation of precisely transforming fingers into "biological firearms" to fire nail bullets.
And the trouble is, with the complete demise of the original owner's consciousness, Tang Ni Babyface's own Yanfu Personal Mark also disappeared.
The weapons, props, and perhaps the accumulated Yanfu Points stored in his imprinted space are now gone, and who has taken advantage of them is unknown.
As a clone, he cannot call Personal Mark of Chen Jin.
At this moment, Tang Ni clone can be said to be using his bare hands.
Use him to sneak attack a very vigilant Mountain Imp inheritor, plus a Wonderful Sound Bird who is good at speed?
The success rate is slim.
The most likely possibility is that the clone was instantly counterattacked, and he had to suffer a mental backlash for nothing.
"It's difficult..." Tang Ni's clone stopped and hid in the shadows.
"And the latency is a bit too high..."
"What happened to the main body?"
If you take action forcefully, you will lose more than you gain.
"That's it," Tang Ni sighed inwardly and quickly changed his strategy.
"Since we can't complete the task in one battle, let this clone become my eyes and ears first."
When the last twisted paper man was completely reduced to ashes under the sword of [Past Life], Chen Jin was slightly freed from the tension of killing.
He subconsciously raised his head, and the thousands of Abyssal Sea Jellyfish above him that originally covered the sky and the sun were now like docile sheep, floating quietly. The canopy shrank slightly, the tentacles swayed gently, and a vague idea of obedience was transmitted through the spiritual connection.
They have all been eroded and transformed by [Endless Depletion]'s spores unknowingly, and have become part of his army of clones.
But now he is too tired to feel any emotion.
A "cut off contact" signal was sent in my brain, and after waiting for half a minute, my consciousness began to perform the operation.
The jellyfish in mid-air fluttered and fell down.
There was a thick layer piled up at the door of the church.
Show Chen Jin is hungry.
He now wants to eat Xue Mei Niang.
After eliminating these clones and returning to normal thinking, Chen Jin saw the information from the iris.
"Master Walker, you have completely controlled a large number of Abyssal Sea Jellyfish individuals, and have completely analyzed their biological structures and toxin mechanisms."
"You have now mastered the ability to independently synthesize the unique biotoxin "Abyssal Sea Jellyfish"."
"Acquire ability derivative: [Dark Sea Toxin]"
[Dark Sea Toxin]
Effect: It is highly biocorrosive and can cause significant erosion and damage to non-material entities such as spiritual bodies and energy bodies.
Before he could fully appreciate this newly acquired ability, a trace of fish belly white ripped through the deep night at the edge of the sky.
It's dawn.
It was as if a pair of invisible hands, holding a huge eraser, began to wipe the battlefield.
The traces left by the previous fierce battle, the scraps of paper on the shoulders, and the dark brown blood stains on the cuffs and collar, were now gone.
He looked around again.
The broken remains of paper figures on the ground, the weird black oil stains splattered everywhere... Everything seemed to be taken away by the morning tide and disappeared without a trace.
The street has returned to its most ordinary appearance.
Occasionally, a red or black taxi drives by with a low engine sound.
From the residential buildings behind dozens of large and small signboards along the street, the sounds of people, water running, and the shouts of breakfast stalls began to be heard.
In a small restaurant, the cook in an apron was busy going in and out carrying a large basin of dishes to be washed;
From a small hotel nearby, a young man and woman, who were obviously hungover or had just woken up, came out. They were holding hands, chatting and laughing in low voices. Occasionally they glanced at the tired man wearing a tattered hospital gown and holding a long sword in his hand.
"Is the attack over?"
Chen Jin The nerves that had been tense all night finally relaxed slightly.
He let out a long, silent breath.
With a thought in his mind, the [Past Life] sword in his hand, filled with blood and supernatural powers, turned into a gleam of light and was taken back into Personal Mark.
After doing all this, a sense of hunger came up, not for power or killing, but for the simplest and purest comfort.
If you want to eat something sweet, it's best to have something ice cold and soft Nuonuo.
For example... Xue Mei Niang.
He licked his somewhat dry lips and began to wander along the shop signs on both sides of the street, looking for cake shops or dessert shops that might sell snacks like Xuemei Niang.
Although there was not a penny in the hospital gown I was wearing.
But this is not a problem for Chen Jin.
"It doesn't matter," he said to himself in his mind, already heading towards the direction of the noisy human fireworks, "Maybe... there will be a kind-hearted store to organize a tasting event?"