Chapter 5
No matter how powerful the opponent is, as long as his goal is not to kill He Jingtong instantly, he believes that he has the ability to fight.
What's more, he was able to pull it when he couldn't see it before, let alone the stage where he can not only see it but also touch it.
The girl was taller than expected, with a thick yellow hue all over her body. Apart from the bloodstains that had turned brown on her striped hospital gown, the most shocking thing was her eyes.
It no longer resembled a human eyeball, but rather resembled a skeleton that you occasionally see in a hospital, the kind without flesh and skin, with only an empty eye socket.
It is also filled with the unique power of the otherworldly spirits.
He Jingtong quickly dodged the impact of the falling alien spirit, and then kicked open the door of the current floor. For some unknown reason, it caused the door to be half-open.
After the loud noise, the boy quickly ran to the empty corridor. After making sure he was in the center, he turned around calmly, raised his lips to the monster, and said word by word: "Come here, I'm here."
The sound echoed in the empty environment. He Wanchen had already left, causing the spirit to lose its target. Just as the spirit later targeted other patients in the plot, it also directed its attack at He Jingtong.
"Die die die die die die die—" Malicious sounds continued to come out from the alien's mouth and facial features.
"Kill you! Kill you!"
With a roar, the attack was imminent.
The comic's plot describes the approximate strength of this opening spirit.
In the Z, S, A, B, C, D, E, F ranking of aliens, this alien born in rage was born in the B level.
If we use concepts that ordinary people can understand, then Level B means: "There must be a decisive and winning blow."
However, the C-level, which is one level weaker than the current B-level, requires the force of "a systematic way of fighting".
Whether in reality or in his own opinion, He Jingtong, who is just an ordinary high school student, obviously does not have these.
In the plot, the ability to kill alien spirits is due to the explosion of soul power generated by He Wanchen after his death.
As for the present...
The boy, who did not explode, chose to challenge the spirit head-on.
To the naked eye, the alien looked almost crazy and rushed towards him, but He Jingtong was still able to calmly calculate the opponent's movement speed in his mind.
Fortunately, his math grades in school were pretty good, otherwise he might not be able to estimate at this moment that the opponent could increase his speed to 8 meters per second in an instant.
If you can't avoid it, you can only choose to resist.
Under the huge force of over 100 kilograms, He Jingtong only took a step back to steady himself.
But He Jingtong does not intend to deal with the first alien spirit at the beginning quickly.
The explosion of soul power brought about by He Wanchen's death is equivalent to breaking open the circuit of soul power in He Jingtong's body. This foreshadows that the protagonist of the youth manga, through the death of his uncle, has gained talents that surpass his classmates.
Being able to break free from the control of the plot and liberate power no longer has the potential to explode.
If you can't get enough improvement in this battle, how can you establish an advantage in the next world of spirits?
Therefore, He Jingtong chose to regard the alien spirit in front of him as the first stepping stone for him to gain a firm foothold in another world belonging to the alien spirits.
The attack aimed directly at the abdomen was easily avoided, but the yellow force that followed made the skin and flesh feel as if they were being quickly cut and ripped apart.
It doesn't hurt.
He Jingtong quickly lowered his head to glance at her bloody waist and abdomen, and when the alien spirit used its special power to attack, she was obviously stiff and swaying. He grabbed her head and smashed her against the wall at a speed he had never imagined.
The cracks on the human skull on the wall made him exclaim: "The physical enhancement of the spirit is really scary."
The young man never imagined that he could now use the opponent's head to break a wall with his bare hands.
The next breath of air will arrive in a flash.
He Jingtong didn't intend to test it again. The damage caused by the opponent in the invisible and visible stages was different, so he easily dodged the brutal collision with only strength.
The young fists hitting the wall once again caused a dent in the wall.
The alien was very angry, but the mutated soul no longer had any rationality. She would only attack recklessly, constantly igniting the mutated emotion called rage when she failed to hit.
These changes make the attacks of the aliens more and more disorganized, especially like the pea shooter in a well-known zombie game, which just stays in place and spits out peas.
He Jingtong could see clearly the weak spots on her side and the gaps between the "peas".
But he still didn't take the initiative to attack.
The boy really wanted to know whether it was possible for a B-level spirit to continue evolving shortly after birth.
To anger her, to anger a monster that is already angry, you don’t even need to say too much. All you need to do is to gently hook your fingers and repeat what you just said after your opponent’s “ultimate move” is useless: “Come here, I’m here…”
The monster, which had no reason to begin with, was like a bull that saw a red cloth. It gave up on attacking with its strange abilities and just kept charging towards He Jingtong who was in the center of the corridor.
This is so easy to avoid.
With dynamic vision and the derived strengthening of the body after the soul is strengthened, as long as the movements and action tracks of the alien spirit can be seen clearly, it will be easy for He Jingtong to avoid it.
only……
When the alien's fist missed again, the alien twisted at an abnormal angle, causing his heel to kick towards He Jingtong's abdomen. Not only did he miss the boy, but He Jingtong also grabbed his foot directly.
Although only eight years old, the spirit has already learned dancing for several years. With the agility of a gymnast, he hooked his body and tried to attack He Jingtong again to take back his restricted foot...
He Jingtong had already grasped her calf tightly and smashed it to a place not far away.
Everything was just like what happened not long ago when He Jingtong was knocked against the wall and fell to the ground. But now, the one who suffered all this was a ghost.
He Jingtong, who was still standing in the center of the corridor, didn't even glance at them. He just lowered his head and thought, "Soul and body are indeed not the same thing."
After the amputated girl's transformation, her legs did not have the flexibility of a dancer.
This might be the effect of the amputation, but the series of attacks just now also indicated that this effect was disappearing quickly.
He Jingtong raised his head. The monster that had fallen to the ground in the distance was now crawling on all fours. For some reason, it no longer attacked.
The dim yellow power that she had previously given up on using for attack also became thicker.
"It seems that after the alien is transformed, the initial level achieved by relying on some special talent will be strengthened again in a short period of time through the aggravation of the seven deadly sins." He Jingtong seemed to have solved a mystery, and the smile on his face seemed a lot more real.
He was like a scholar who was reading a book that recorded a civilization he had never discovered before. His eyes were filled with interest, yet he was restrained and polite, not easily letting his curiosity about the "objects" run wild.
The power of the dim yellow color becomes stronger.
The forces in the air that affected the visibility of the environment also flew quickly towards the alien's body.
Those powers are like soft-shelled eggs, softly wrapping the spirits that symbolize life, and constantly transforming themselves into nutrients, providing even more powerful power to the life within.
"Puff--puff--"
A strange heartbeat sound came from that object.
He Jingtong finally moved just now.
The sound of footsteps, which were not deliberately made light, kept echoing in the corridor, like the slow tolling of a death knell.
Not long after, the boy came to the side of the sphere.
The yellow power, like eggshell, caused He Jingtong's fingertips to burn when he stretched out his hand. The formalin that was already full in the hospital also came into his nose along with the smell.
He Jingtong frowned.
But the left hand that was obviously charred did not retract but stretched forward even harder...
Until the touch of his fingertips made He Jingtong feel that he had touched the skull of the alien again.
The boy opened his palms and the area around the alien spirit in front of him was already filled with a large amount of dim yellow color.
The color that seemed to be real concealed the existence of the alien, but He Jingtong used his sense of touch to cover the alien's head with his palm.
And then...
He pinched it without hesitation.
It's like crushing an egg or puncturing the yolk that has escaped the protection of the eggshell.
"Boom."
As quietly as some cars start their engines relatively quietly.
In just a moment, all the dim yellow power disappeared.
The alien still remained lying on the ground, but at this moment, her eye sockets, which had been corroded by the alien power, revealed overly obvious fear after the power faded.
She fears death—
The slightly opened mouth seemed to be screaming silently. But in the end, the whole spirit was just under He Jingtong's gentle gaze.
It shattered and disappeared bit by bit.
"During the incubation stage, the spirits that have abandoned their rationality are at their weakest."
Ghosts are beings that, when faced with the choice between becoming stronger and maintaining the status quo, will completely ignore the dangers of the status quo and choose the possibility of defeating the status quo by becoming stronger.
“It can be used.”
Looking at his hands with their dark white knuckles exposed, He Jingtong's smile grew wider and he spoke clearly about his conclusion.
He Jingtong casually glanced at the pain-blocking time in the lower right corner of the system interface, which already displayed [——:——:——].
The boy casually clicked on the first draft of the comic on the system interface. !