Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 422 War Ghost
My relationship with Wu was a different kind of heart-to-heart talk.

The kind of heart-to-heart talk. The feeling of watching your own heart being crushed in the hands of an evil spirit is truly indescribable.

The only consolation is that this ghost doesn't eat people, and even seems somewhat disgusted by its own internal organs.
"Completely paralyzed"

When Rean woke up from his sleep, he had no idea how many times he had died.

His forehead was shattered by a flick of a finger, his throat was ripped out by a knuckle, his heart was pierced by an elbow, half of his body was shattered the moment his shoulder hit him, and he was killed by a blow from a distance even though he had blocked a punch. Rean never imagined that a monk could have so many ways to kill.

And this was even with the opponent using half of his speed and strength.
"At first, with the exact same physical condition, I couldn't even see a shadow. Later, even with half the physical condition, I could only barely react."

Theoretically, physical bodies with the same data shouldn't have such a large difference. Wu even thoughtfully kept the amount of "qi" equal, but the difference was still too great.

"The difference lies mainly in skills or experience."

The techniques of footwork, the precise control of the body, the operation of every joint and bone, and even the force of every breath – how much of it can be distributed to a particular muscle? With the same base strength, the final difference, even if it doesn't reach tenfold, easily reaches a crushing two or threefold difference.

Rean's massive combat experience and the fighting instincts of a war demon make his "resistance" seem childish and laughable. To be hit by a move that can be seen through at a glance would be to underestimate Wu.

Even after Wu reduced his base attributes to more than half, the difference in actual combat was still overwhelming.

He demonstrated the fighting style of the monks to Rean in his own way.

Simple, efficient, and costing nothing, yet every part of the body is a weapon; the most incredible thing is...
"Fast, but not in the physical sense. It's the feeling of the opponent's reaction, their strategy, their thinking always being half a step ahead of yours, and all your actions just running into the opponent's prepared routine."

Rean didn't think Wu was incapable of killing him with a single punch. His elegant killing style was perhaps a demonstration of the true fighting style of a martial monk.

Rean even felt that this shouldn't be Wu's own fighting style. The general high-scoring answer and the master's unique answer with his own style are not on the same level.

"He's deliberately suppressing himself. His fighting style should be full of rage and rage, not as refined as he appears, but even more frantic and faster." This is perhaps where Wu Weiyi is like a teacher. If the other party really fought in the style of a war demon, Rean probably wouldn't even be able to sense how he died, let alone have any significant improvement.

"He displayed the fast-paced fighting style of a standard monk. However, it was still too fast."

Monks possess the professional ability to deflect arrows with their bare hands and catch blades with their bare hands, which implies that their observation and thinking abilities surpass the speed of the arrows and swords.

"Speed ​​is not simply about being fast or slow, but about getting the body to function at its highest efficiency, eliminating unnecessary movements and directly obtaining results."

Recalling Wu's fighting style, Rean even thought of a certain comic book boss, whose fight felt like constantly "dropping frames".

Recalling the battle scenes, I always felt something was missing.

If Wu Ye doesn't possess the absurd ability to erase time like that BOSS, then the other party has cultivated to the point where they can directly "omit" the process during battle, making each step seem like a "result".

"There must have been a process, but it was too fast for me to perceive."

The scenes of fighting it are like the panels in a comic book, showing you getting beaten up in various ways and from various angles.

In Wu's mind, perhaps in the instant of the fight, all the "battle scenes" had already been calculated.

"Is this really possible? No, it absolutely has to be possible."

[Satisfaction increased by 1%]

This hint seemed to confirm Wu's assessment; Rean had indeed guessed correctly. This frustrating feeling of almost having foreseen the future is a common frustration for many melee classes when facing a Monk.

"Uh, it seems to require a lot of computing power and brain overload. No wonder martial monks need to train their minds. As for computing power, it seems to be my forte."

There's no need to verify the strength of Kuku's developed talent ability anymore, because most professions require "computing power".

Normal hybrid professions aren't strong enough because the brain and limbs don't have an extra set; no matter how much you think, you can only act once. But the multi-headed dragon of the Monk profession seems to not only be able to move multiple times in an instant, but also have more than one set of limbs.

Rean sat on the floor, trying to simulate the battlefield and recall his previous actions using multiple thought processes. He understood why monks liked meditation so much; it was actually a form of combat, a battle with oneself and a battle with powerful enemies in one's memory.

When the body ceases to move, it actually facilitates the flow of Qi (vital energy), the functioning of the brain, the recall of memories, and the search for weaknesses in the mind.
"Wait, something's not right. That guy's acting really strange. He's using me to satisfy himself."

Li En revealed a subtle expression. His feeling was not wrong. Wu was neither like nor like Li Ensu. He was the complete Wu.

The warrior monks are truly unique. At the pinnacle of their cultivation, they possess an immortal self, and even if they awaken to their "past lives," their existence cannot be disturbed.

Looking back, Rean recalled how much he had been killed, and how the mental link had conveyed to the other party his "joy" and "satisfaction".

This is a demon obsessed with killing; he can't stop, he simply can't stop. Perhaps even his other desires are merely means to suppress his bloodlust.

"Fighting with Suer is a completely different matter."

Sull is an upright man. He has anger and personal grudges, but everything he does and sees is for the good. He clearly distinguishes between public and private matters. Although the constant killing and death are partly due to personal grudges, they are mainly to help Rean complete his baptism and transformation, so that he can become a warrior who is used to death from an "ordinary citizen".

Having grown accustomed to the sharpness of blades, he naturally wouldn't tremble or waver because of the butterfly knife in the thug's hand. This potent medicine is one of the reasons why Rean has been able to survive until now.

Wu, on the other hand, simply found a reason, using training as an excuse, to kill Rean to satisfy his own desires.

He started by "using the exact same basic power" and then compressed his own power to half of Rean's, not for the purpose of teaching. Perhaps the teaching effect was achieved by this wild mentor, but he just wanted to have fun fighting. Since the opponent was too weak, he would weaken himself as well.

"What kind of battle maniac is this?"

The connection between their souls allowed Rean to feel the satisfaction and tranquility the other person felt while killing, and it was at that moment that he felt he was still alive.

"A twisted life form, a monster that needs to constantly drink blood to survive."

Rean was certain that someone like Wu was destined for self-destruction.

Kill me, or be killed by me.

The only difference might be who will ultimately destroy him.

[Satisfaction increased by 5%]

And this guy was pleased that Rean noticed his undisguised desire.

Or rather, death was a sweet sleep for him, and every moment after he was awakened, he suffered the pain of "blood thirst".

"I know how to satisfy him: let's have a good fight. Or, let's have a hundred fights!"

(End of this chapter)