Chapter 809 As Expected of You

It's hard to describe that feeling.

At that moment, he saw the sounds of growth, the earth, the sky, and death. Those distant echoes overlapped and were hidden in places where no one noticed them, but they became so clear at this moment.

So close.

It seems that you can see by raising your eyes, listen by listening, turn your mind to interfere, or even touch by stretching out your hand...

Bang!

There was a loud roar.

The old figure in front of him raised his arm, spread out his five fingers, and suddenly blocked the front of Huai Shi's palm, struggling to hold on to the invisible air.

In the sound of explosion, sharp airflow spread in all directions.

"Wake up, kid."

Mr. Luo still had half a guest steak in his mouth. He stared at Huai Shi who had not yet woken up and asked vaguely: "Are you trying to tear down the house as soon as you opened your eyes?"

In the daze of waking up from a long sleep, Huai Shi subconsciously raised her hand and stretched out her palm toward him again.

Not clenched into a fist.

Instead, he let go and spread his fingers, as if holding something, and pushed it forward gently.

But Mr. Luo looked stern, raised his head, and swallowed his lunch steak whole down his throat. His body turned green again, and he was in an over-limit state.

Go forward and punch!

At that moment, Huai Shi's pupils suddenly contracted, her heartbeat, pulse, breathing, the contraction and expansion of her texture, the pulsation of her soul, the ripples of her essence, the movement of her stigmata...

All rhythms are unified into one bundle.

Following his movements, they gathered forward.

resonance!

The roar exploded again, and the entire basement suddenly shook, and countless dust fell.

Mr. Luo's movement stopped abruptly, he lowered his head and looked at his fist, which was just in front of Huai Shi's palm... A gap silently cracked open above the tiger's mouth.

His eyes widened in astonishment.

At that moment, all the rhythms in Huai Shi's body overlapped together, as if along with his will, a power greater than before broke out in an instant!

double? three times? Five times? Or ten times?

incredible……

"Why is it so weak?"

Mr. Luo asked in confusion, his disappointment was beyond words, "That's it? That's it?"

It's just like planting an apple tree and all the things it produces are cherries.

It shouldn't be so!

The so-called ultimate intention should not be such an understatement!

"..."

At that moment, Huai Shi's five fingers slowly contracted, and finally clenched his fist - at that moment, the beats that had converged into one suddenly exploded, struggled, and spread, and countless frantic syllables pulsated with the source of matter. And spread.

It even inserted into Mr. Luo's own heartbeat, breathing, pulse and rhythm of the essence, and merged them together to form a violent torrent!

——This is the true ultimate symphony!

In silence, thunder breaks out.

Mr. Luo's body shook, and for a moment he lost control.

Darkness in front of eyes.

The cracks above the tiger's mouth suddenly spread, and fine cracks appeared on the arms, half body, face, and even the texture, bones, internal organs, and fascia.

Blood surges out!

asphyxia.

If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that under this blow, it would only turn into blood mist and dust in an instant, right?

However, after a brief stagnation, Huai Shi on the opposite side was even worse than him. Continuous cracking sounds sounded from his body, severe pain burst out, and he opened his mouth and vomited out blood.

In the brief silence, Mr. Luo raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but shake his head. The blood on his body and the hidden wounds in his body quickly closed up and disappeared.

Laughed mockingly.

"What an idiot!" The old man gloated: "You don't know how high the world is, how dare you compete with me in life?"

Although he didn't understand what the effect was, through just a moment of contact, he already understood the principle and medium of Huai Shi's ultimate meaning...

By unifying its own rhythms and forming a resonance, it can explode with far greater power than before.

This is just the most basic application.

Then, it uses this resonance as a medium to guide it to the outside world. He can even use this to interfere with the frequency in other living objects, directly connecting the two into one with resonance, transporting destructive power into the opponent's core regardless of defense, and then completely detonating it!

Just like what Huaishi could have done just now.

It's a pity that when he met a monster like Mr. Luo, he was actually injured by the shock of the beating heartbeat in his body.

"Fortunately, you didn't try to unify the frequency of other things besides yourself." Mr. Luo looked at his embarrassed look and shook his head with pity: "Otherwise, it wouldn't be like this now."

I'm afraid it's already dead, with no intact body.

With just a moment of contact, he was able to discern the terrifying potential of this ultimate intention.

Detection, attack, defense, restriction and even high-speed movement...

Just like him, a standard snake oil.

What shook Mr. Luo just now was just the resonance of the organs and essence in Huai Shi's own body - and this ultimate intention can resonate with things outside himself.

This is the true core of the ultimate meaning of ‘symphony’.

All things vibrate.

The sky, the earth, the stone marrow hall, and even everything... everything can be unified in the melody of oneself.

It's as if they are temporarily combined into one body, borrowing the huge power from the outside world, and attacking with the crowd!

Through the integration of rhythms, an alternative ‘unity between man and nature’ can be achieved.

But the price is not that simple.

Not to mention how complicated the experience and control required would be, with Huai Shi's current weight, I'm afraid he would kill himself without much strength.

Imagine that the rhythm of an entire manor is out of control, erupting in the resonance within the body...

An absolutely miserable, miserable, and inhumane death!

After finally mastering an extreme intention, the result is this kind of skill that will kill yourself?

Facing this strange unfolding, Mr. Luo could only emerge from his astonishment with a glimmer of admiration.

As expected of you.

An hour later, Huai Shi, who was wrapped in bandages, was sitting in a wheelchair, drooling, and was pushed into the living room, sucking on a straw and slowly swallowing the liquid food specially made for him by Uncle Fang.

Anyway, he is very tough.

With this level of damage, under the premise that Mr. Luo deliberately restrained his counterattack, he didn't even need to hit 120.

Self-healing at home is done.

It just takes a little more time.

As a result, before he finished the bowl of liquid food, an embarrassed figure threw himself into his arms and cried.

"Teacher, you finally woke up!"

Xiaojiu, who had disheveled hair and bloodstains on his face, was already in tears. He hugged Huaishi's thigh and screamed: "Master, help me!"

I don’t know what kind of sin he committed these past few days to make him fall into such a low state.

Huai Shi was about to comfort her, but she only heard a snap.

The cabin in the forest was stunned for a moment, feeling that the thigh he was hugging bent into a strange arc. He was stunned, stunned, and couldn't hide his admiration. He burst into tears and praised: "Teacher...have you awakened some rubber fruit ability?"

"...You broke my leg!"

Huai Shi rolled her eyes and almost started crying, too angry.

"Evil fellow, let go, it hurts me to death!"

After a lot of fussing, Huaishi's legs finally returned to their original appearance, at least on the surface they looked similar. They were also tied to wooden boards to fix their position.

Now Huaishi is like a glass man, full of cracks and broken at the touch of a touch.

The cabin in the woods almost killed him just now.

After practicing hard for so long, I didn’t let Lao Luo beat me to death, but in the end, I almost capsized in the ditch like you!

Why did I raise a young boy like you?

Next, when Yuan Yuan roughly dragged him to training, no one interceded for him anymore.

"No, no!!!" The hut in the forest scratched the floor with both hands, crying in horror: "I have done meritorious deeds for Danbo, and I have shed blood for Teacher...Teacher, please speak, Teacher, why don't you speak...Teacher Why don't you move..."

Unfortunately, until the end, Huai Shi did not move as he wished.

like a statue.

He had been paralyzed in the wheelchair for two hours before he finally regained his breath.

When the surprise of enlightenment disappeared, only indescribable fatigue and weakness remained.

Fortunately, I still have some energy.

Finally, a little bit of control was regained.

He raised his fingers with difficulty, pressed them tremblingly on the green plants in the living room, took a deep breath, and finally regained his breath and let out a long breath.

He sucked out almost one-tenth of the vitality network in Damba's inner circle.

And the scars finally began to heal quickly.

The empty blood tank is rapidly recovering.

"It's time to talk, Teacher Luo."

He raised his head and looked at the old man sitting opposite: "Why are you here?"

"Don't worry, it's not for you, it's just by the way."

Mr. Luo sipped his fitness drink, taking one sip after another, tapping his fingers on the table in front of him, as if he was patiently waiting for something.

"You woke up just fine."

He said: "There is a lot of excitement to watch these days."

"What's the excitement?" Huaishi was puzzled.

"Knife hunting."

When he said this, Mr. Luo looked as if he was talking about a carnival.

Indeed, in comparison, the existence of Daoshou is simply a carnival on the border of Yingzhou.

This is a festival that belongs to Yomi-Hirazan.

Every four years.

Initiated by the dojo under the Sword Master, following the deeds of the legendary strange monk Benkei, the door of the dojo was opened, and the accomplished disciples of the sect went out to look for masters from various places to compete.

Just like hunting, swords are used as a bet for victory or defeat. Only the disciples who have collected hundreds of swords can get personal guidance from the sword master and start as an 'Okuden', while the rest can only be regarded as registered disciples...

As for the guy who lost all his pants and even his sword in the duel, he was simply expelled from the school.

From now on, whether he will enter and leave the high gate as a disciple of the Sword Master, or he will be reduced to a thug and a ronin, whether he will be a dragon or a snake, it all depends on these short ten days.

Among them, there are many timid ones who purchase other people's weapons at high prices to replenish their stock. However, while hunting others, all the disciples of the Sword Master have also become prey.

Because the requirement for receiving personal instruction from the Sword Master is only a hundred swords, and it is not limited to the identity of the person coming.

Even heinous people have no problem... Over the years, there are many outsiders who have the honor of meeting the sword master after defeating the disciples of the dojo.

This is a conspiracy from the dojo.

Through the method of knife hunting, external pressure is used to eliminate the internal guys who are just trying to make up for their numbers, and then introduce new blood.

When this day comes, not only the disciples of the dojo, but also all the samurai in Kyoto, no, all the warriors in Yingzhou and even all the outsiders who are interested in improving their strength are also sharpening their swords, looking forward to making a difference.

It can be foreseen that in the next period of time, once night falls in Huangquan Hirasaka, it will be a Shura field where hundreds of ghosts walk at night.

"What a good idea." Mr. Luo nodded and praised: "If you ask me, the orchard should also have one like this, so as to save some people who have only taken experience classes from coming out to make up for it..."

"Let's just talk about things, don't always carry a gun and a stick, okay?" Huai Shi rolled his eyes: "So? You want me to participate in the knife hunt?"

"..."

In the brief silence, Mr. Luo didn't speak. He just raised his eyes and looked at Huai Shi, unbelievable and unbelievable.

It's like looking at a pervert.

Get up early, finish work, and go out to play in the afternoon~