Restarting the myth.

Chapter 117: Punch to the Flesh, Hexagram Condensed
People's physiques cannot be generalized.

Keith, Julian and others were unable to resist Sigma's ability and became puppets controlled by the other party. Wayne just felt it was noisy.

Although the ancient god is also very noisy, he doesn't make a fuss. At least his voice sounds very attractive, and he really speaks sense.

Unlike Sigma, it was like a decoration team working on a septic tank, with electric drills buzzing and flies buzzing along, making people feel annoyed and distracted.

Shut up you!

No, that's not a mouth, that's a septic tank, close it!

Wayne's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he gathered his strength to punch Sigma in the face. The moment the opponent landed on the ground, his bent knees suddenly straightened, and he bounced out by crushing the ground.

boom!
At this moment, Sigma fell heavily to the ground and then bounced lightly into the air.

The powerful knee came like a cannonball, hitting Sigma's chest, with the dull sound of broken bones and a collapsed chest.

Sigma seemed to have hit a speeding car. His body bent and flew backwards for more than ten meters, hitting a large tree in the garden, shaking the treetops and making a rustling sound.

Wayne didn't give him time to react. He rushed forward with a few quick steps and swung his fists continuously, hitting his chest.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
Accompanied by a dull sound like beating a drum, blood flew out of Sigma's mouth like water, and blood arrows shot around, a lot of which fell on Wayne's fist and face.

Sigma's face flickered rapidly, just like a display screen. Due to the continuous and strong impact, the screen flickered and could not stabilize.

Wayne couldn't understand Sigma's immortality, but it didn't matter. There was no absolute immortality in the world, and his vest, the Death Knight, was no exception.

Sigma's immortality is only supported by his special abilities. If you beat him until his energy is exhausted and his health bar is exposed, he will die.

Wayne waved his arms like the wind, faster and faster, making a hissing sound as they rubbed against the air.

This was the first time that he had let go and used his physical strength. For one reason or another, he had not been quite satisfied before. The joy brought by the full release made him intoxicated, and the four spots of light representing the essence of life jumped violently.

The hexagram is connected into a line, earth, fire, water, wind, space, and me, and the lines are integrated into a whole.

It’s not over yet, the six light spots connected again, and re-drew the hexagonal pattern outside the hexagram.

Wayne, who was punching with abandon, didn't notice these things. He only knew that the power in his body was endless, and the more he dug, the greater it became. His fists were wrapped in flames, destroying Sigma's body with such powerful force, and then he added a second attack with the fire element.

In a corner of the garden, blood and flesh were flying everywhere, and the ground was in a mess.

Sigma tried to resist, but every time he raised his arms, his chest sank and the intense pain that swept through his body forced him to give up. The tree he was leaning against had bent to its limit, and as Wayne punched through his chest, the front of his fist hit the trunk, and the tree snapped in half.

This great tree has a long history at St. Dominic's Cathedral, planted by a cardinal himself when the Father's Curia was still in Windsor.

The cardinal was promoted to Pope ten years later, and the symbolic significance became even more extraordinary.

Click!

Wayne punched Sigma through the chest. The surging power made him eager to vent. He pressed Sigma's face to the ground, clenched his fist and inhaled, and then started another crazy attack.

This time, I won’t hit the tree, but the ground instead.

Sigma was like a piece of rag, being pressed to the ground and rubbed. His vitality was extremely tenacious and he just couldn't die even after dying hundreds of times.

The ability that he was once proud of now became Wayne's biggest accomplice in torturing him. He stretched out his trembling fingers and drew an inverted pentagram magic circle on the ground.

It took Sigma fifteen seconds and a lot of his life to complete the palm-sized magic circle.

The black light surged, and Wayne was knocked over by the black light. He flipped in the air and landed gently on the ground. He took several steps back before stopping.

His fists were itching, his muscles were jumping with joy, and he was still not satisfied and wanted to do it again.

At this moment, Wayne noticed that the hexagram in his body was completely formed, not when he was reading or writing in a diary, but when he was swinging his fists in a fight.

"Sure enough, magicians and muscles are a better match..."

Wayne thought he would be very excited after waiting for many days for the hexagram to take shape, but at this time, he was not too happy and felt calm inside.

He took a deep breath and looked at Sigma's black robe. The word "greed" was clearly written on his bloodstained face.

His chest was broken, no, it was pierced, but the black robe was still intact, not even stained with blood. This... this was clearly the one he had lost before.

No wonder I couldn’t find it. Turns out you stole it.

How hateful! Today I must return it to its original owner!

Sigma stood up, holding his chest, and looked at Wayne in disbelief. He wanted to say something, but he could only cough repeatedly.

"You can't even take a beating, and yet you still say you're the devil's pawn. Go to hell!"

Wayne's smile was ferocious, his throbbing muscles made him unbearable, and he couldn't wait to pounce on Sigma.

Sigma was in a state of panic. He died hundreds of times in a row. The intense pain made him unable to keep his mind. He was afraid of falling into the situation of being passively beaten again. The faces on his face jumped rapidly, overlapping and merging into one.

It's not a handsome face, but it's undoubtedly very elegant.

His eyes are deep and bright, revealing the light of wisdom, and his eyebrows are thick and long, like two knight's swords, guarding his restrained thoughts and emotions.

Deep and wise, like a thinking philosopher.

“Ahhhh————”

Sigma's body expanded rapidly, rising to over two meters in height. Too many thoughts were taken over at once, causing him to wail uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, his bloated, brawny physique made his head look disproportionate.

His eyes were red and he was emitting white steam. The itching and soreness of the squirming muscles under his skin made him extremely painful. He took off his slightly tight black robe, revealing a strong and terrifying body.

The naked body was muscular, with veins entwined and throbbing beneath the skin. The chest rose and fell violently, and the tense muscles continued to swell.

His body temperature was extremely high, and the hot air he exhaled was visible to the naked eye. The hot air spread through his muscles and skin, forming air masses around him, making his body look distorted, blurry and unreal.

Sigma's eyes were bloodshot, his entire face had turned crimson purple, his heart was pounding, and blood was rushing through his blood vessels at an accelerated rate, as if it would burst at any time.

He took a step forward, his body slightly unstable. After two steps, he suddenly increased his speed. His bear-like body broke through the air and rushed straight towards Wayne with a rolling heat wave.

The hot wind blew in his face and Wayne narrowed his eyes slightly.

His intuition told him that reckless actions would not work and it was time to use magic.

His fist told him that no matter what magic he used, he should just act recklessly at this time!
Wayne's fists were itching, every muscle in his body was shaking, a hexagram took shape, the essence of life underwent a transformation. He chose to trust his intuition, swung his fists and used physical magic.

The two arrows collided with each other, the fists collided, the air exploded, and the huge sound made the surrounding bushes tremble.

Wayne took a few steps back, creating a deep pit under his feet to relieve the force, while Sigma maintained his punching posture and moved backward several meters, his feet plowing two marks on the lawn of the garden.

He looked at Wayne in surprise, his eyes full of disbelief, muttering "impossible, absolutely impossible for a human being." The horror in his eyes turned into anger, and he roared with heat waves and rushed out again.

Wayne punched hard without using any fighting skills, and he didn't even think about dodging. He needed to get familiar with his own strength as soon as possible and understand his peak limit. Bang!
Two figures smashed through the corridor wall and rushed from the garden into the cathedral, which was an office with five desks and a large number of filing cabinets.

One big and one small, two ferocious beasts who only knew how to act recklessly collided with each other, wantonly destroying the office, smashing desks and sending documents flying all over the place.

Sigma pushed his ability to the limit and gathered the strength of countless people. His physical strength had long exceeded the limits of human beings. He punched tirelessly again and again, heat billowing from his body, and his figure became increasingly blurred.

Fists rained down, and Wayne felt pleasure in the pain.

He was right. When the hexagram was formed, the essence of life changed. This was a beginning, not an end. Waiting in place would not allow you to explore your own limits. Only by pursuing victory can you become more courageous.

Ten minutes later, Wayne and Sigma reached the fourth office.

Sigma went insane due to the intense pain, his breathing became rapid and disordered, and although his punching power remained the same, his steps were far less agile than at the beginning.

Wayne became stronger and stronger as the battle went on, and had already reached his peak. Looking at the figure rushing towards him at high speed, he felt calm inside. He dodged the fist by moving sideways, touched the ground with the toes of his left foot, moved sideways in a semicircle, and shot out with his straight right leg.

The wind from his legs was heavy and sharp, and his trouser legs rustled, as if a giant black python was hissing and heading straight for Sigma's fragile neck.

The head is Sigma's fatal weakness, which is completely disproportionate to his sturdy limbs and torso, especially the neck. Although it has become thicker, it still looks thin and funny overall.

The powerful whip kick came towards him, and Sigma had no time to dodge, so he hurriedly raised his hand to block it.

With a bang, the blocking arm pressed hard on the face and the body flew out uncontrollably.

There was another loud bang, and the office wall collapsed. Sigma flew out of the corridor and landed in front of the warehouse.

The blood-stained body was covered in dust, with black and white patches on it. There was a buzzing sound in his ears, and he staggered to his feet, trembling.

A double image flashed across his face, and his abilities were on the verge of collapse. He shook his head to dispel the dizziness and tried to concentrate his vision to find Wayne.

"Don't look, I'm behind you."

Wayne stepped forward, the earth and rocks under his feet collapsed. The moment Sigma turned around, he leaped into the air and hit the opponent's face hard with his knee.

There was a sound of bones breaking, and Sigma flew into the air, with his already 'slender' neck suddenly stretching.

Sigma fell to the ground, spitting out blood and breathing foul air. His breathing was so disordered that he could not control it. It was only through willpower that he ensured that his abilities did not collapse.

He supported himself on the ground and slowly climbed up.

Wayne narrowed his eyes, refused the champagne that was brought to his hand, and hit Sigma's left abdomen with a powerful hook.

Warm it up first and drink it later!
Wayne took a step forward, then used his sidearm to exert force, and his fist cut a sharp arc, hitting Sigma's face hard. At the moment when Sigma leaned back and was about to fall, he took small steps forward, hugged the opponent's leaning body, and knocked him to the ground.

Combo triggered!

Wayne grabbed Sigma's ankle, lifted him up, first elbowed his thigh, then hugged the thick thigh and threw it far away.

He was extremely fast, lowering his head and leaning forward. Sigma stood up shakily, but was hit by a series of left and right hooks, leaving his face covered in blood. He was then hit by a knee to the chest and flew away.

boom!
The warehouse wall was dented and covered with spider web patterns. Sigma was embedded in the wall, completely motionless.

Steam hissed out of him, and his swollen muscles contracted, returning to their original appearance. His empty eyes stared blankly at the ground, losing focus and gradually becoming dim and lifeless.

This time, there was no more twitching on his face. Blood flowed down the wall and formed a pool on the ground.

boom!
A shadow flashed by, and the thick warehouse wall collapsed and shattered.

Wayne collapsed Sigma's chest with one punch and smashed him into the warehouse. Looking at the motionless body, he kicked the bent head with all his strength.

Snapped!
A head flew out, smashed into the wall, and smeared everywhere.

After repeated finishing blows, Wayne could barely confirm that the enemy was really dead.

But not enough!

He waved his hand to summon the fire element, and inserted his five fingers into the muddy chest cavity, roasting it into charcoal from the inside out.

Only villains would do this, only by repeatedly finishing off the bodies without destroying them. Protagonists know to leave the bodies behind. Otherwise, there would be no evidence, and Wayne would have no evidence to prove that the theft in the cathedral warehouse had nothing to do with him.

After defeating the enemy, Wayne wiped the blood mud off his face and rolled it into a ball. A cloud of water vapor appeared in front of him, washing away the dirt on his hands.

He pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the water stains, put on white gloves, and rummaged through the first area to pick up the items.

The sculptures are exquisite and gorgeous, with a long history and great collection value. The imitation armor and weapons are all from famous artists. Although they are fakes, their artistic elements are as high as two or three floors and can be sold for a lot of money.

"What a pity, the trunk is not that big, so I won't be able to get these treasures." Wayne felt around and shook his head regretfully.

"Mr. Wayne..."

The tied-up Bishop Keith opened his eyes and saw Wayne's sneaky figure in a daze.

"Who is that, Wayne? You've been my dog, but you're still thinking about outsiders." Wayne lowered his voice, took a step forward, and knocked Keith unconscious with a knife.

He entered the second area of ​​the warehouse, found a box, poured the precious jewels into it, grunted and carried them to the garden, and controlled the vines to move them underground.

"Oh, and there's also the robe. I almost forgot to return it to its original owner."

Wayne then went to the third area and stole nearly a hundred precious ancient books.

I kept one third for borrowing next time.

After everything was done, Wayne summoned steam to wash his face, took back the white gloves and came to Keith.

The vines loosened and let go of all the clergy. Wayne called out loudly in an urgent tone with a serious look on his face as if he was guarding justice!
"Bishop Keith, Bishop, please wake up."

"..."

Keith opened his eyes dazedly, touched the back of his neck, and said with a gasp, "Mr. Wayne, why did you knock me out just now?"

"Bishop Keith, what nonsense are you talking about? I just defeated the devil's followers. When did I do anything to you?"

Wayne looked surprised and asked puzzledly: "Think about it again, did you remember it wrong, or did you see the wrong person?"

Is that right?

Keith felt dizzy, as if his mind was drained, and his muscles ached all over. He thought carefully and realized that he might have seen it wrong because he was dizzy just now.

"Woe to you, servant of the devil!"

Keith woke up as if from a dream and jumped up from the ground.

He only remembered that he chased to the coffee shop, and then his eyes went dark and the whole world fell into darkness.

Keith patted his head, trying to recall: "I remember confessing to my father, one night, many people, and black candles..."

(End of this chapter)