I am weak and friendly

Chapter 125 [Epilepsy] A wild, unrestrained punch; whoever it hits is finished.
The rain was pouring down. Two men in camouflage struggled out of the rain and looked at the strange man in the helmet with extreme fear.

At this moment, the helmeted monster was lying on the ground, his limbs twitching as if in an epileptic seizure, and then suddenly sprang up from the ground with a somersault.

No, it's not a carp leaping over its shell, it's a zombie fish leaping over its shell.

His legs were twisted in a way that was unlikely for a human to see. He had just stood up when he swayed and fell to one knee on the ground.

"Ouch, my knees!"

He screamed in agony.

One of the men in camouflage instinctively looked at his knee, but before his scream could finish, he sprang up from the ground with a thud and crashed headfirst into one of the men in camouflage.

"Despicable!" the man in camouflage roared, raising his arms to block in front of him, but was knocked away by the impact, spitting out bloody saliva with a "pfft".

He felt as if he had been hit by a truck; the force of the impact was astonishing.

For a moment, my mouth was filled with the taste of rust, and I seemed to have forgotten how to breathe.

The two instinctively moved closer to each other; they couldn't remember the last time they had been pushed to this point.

"Watch out, this guy is too strong!"

The opponent seemed to throw every punch without regard for the consequences, each attack was powerful and heavy, yet it was also so flexible and unpredictable. There was no trace of any ready-made fighting technique in its fighting style.

"Watch out, this guy is despicable!"

The helmeted monster in front of me fights in a way that doesn't belong to any kind of martial arts. His limbs are more unpredictable than a gimbal, his attacks are incomprehensible, and his movements are wildly imaginative.

Therefore, they simply could not understand why someone with such powerful combat abilities would resort to such despicable means to lull him into a false sense of security!

As they were being beaten until they coughed up blood, they heard this person screaming in agony:

"Waaaaah, my fist..."

"It hurts!"

"stop fighting!"

"Please spare me! Stop hitting me!"

"No! Your knees will break!"

"Aaaaaah, don't use that trick!"

My elbow!

If you didn't know better, you'd think the other person was being beaten so badly they were begging for mercy on their knees.

In fact, when the other party shouted "My elbow!" and delivered a flying elbow strike, the man in camouflage had already given up resisting.

His companion had already passed out when he cried out, "No! My knees will break!"

And now, it's his turn.

Because he couldn't figure out how to dodge or defend against this move.

In fact, defense is meaningless, because the opponent's limbs seem to automatically track you, and even if you violate the joint twisting method, they will still strike directly.

He had never seen such a powerful and monstrous enemy.

As a member of the second action team, he has been on countless missions. Over the past ten years, he has undergone rigorous combat training and possesses combat skills and experience in at least four different combat professions.

His companions were no weaker than him in combat.

But in the face of the other side, they were so utterly vulnerable.

One against two, absolutely crushing.

An approaching flying elbow strike.

He could even see his own eyes reflected in the other person's helmet visor.

Behind those eyes, he vaguely saw a familiar face.

Where have you seen it?

Those eyes... they look so familiar.

Such a chilling, oppressive force is unforgettable if you've experienced it even once.

who is it?

But... it doesn't matter anymore.

"It's finally over..." he thought, then let the elbow fall on the top of his head.

Then, with a "whoosh," darkness descended.

The last thing he heard was the other person's screams.

"Ouch—it hurts!!"

I should be the one screaming in agony...

He was thinking this when he lost consciousness.

With a thud, Tang Yiping landed heavily on the ground, feeling like a watermelon about to be smashed.

With a loud thud, he almost threw out his internal organs.

He first writhed a few more times on the ground, and then his limbs finally stopped twitching.

It started rolling around on the ground.

"Aaaaaah, it hurts so much, it hurts so much..."

He has finally recovered from his epileptic state and is able to control his body.

I just feel pain in my hands and feet, my arms, my thighs, my knees, my elbows...

The pain was so intense that I couldn't even move.

After lying on the ground for a while, he called out, "Someone...someone help me up..."

The ground was covered in mud and water; he was cold, in pain, and dirty.

He called out several times before he finally saw Lola and Lux, and cautiously approached them.

Tang Yiping also saw the two of them chatting in the "People Nearby" section:
"Li...Li Koboron? Is he really Li Koboron?"

"He...he's wearing a helmet, it might be an imposter!"

You two could clearly see me using the "People Nearby" feature!
Look at my ID!
Fortunately, the not-so-bright Lux realized: "He must be Mr. Rick Boron, that's what the system says."

"What if the person inside the prosthetic body is replaced?"

"The name can be changed too!"

“Oh right.” Lola, who had been clever since childhood, turned around.

They then carefully walked over, pulled Tang Yiping up from the ground, and helped him back into his wheelchair.

"Li Ke Bolun...you...how are you so strong?!" Lola stared at Tang Yiping as if she were seeing him for the first time. "What...what skills have you learned? What was that combat skill you just used? It was amazing!"

Why am I so strong?

Holy crap... this is a bug!

Tang Yiping looked down and saw a tiny thing wriggling on his body.

This line of sight is strange; it seems to pass through real objects, or perhaps it's superimposed on the real field of vision.

He saw a small thing on his spine.

That was a [strawberry insect].

There is only one.

This cricket looked slightly different from the crickets Tang Yiping had seen before, but Tang Yiping couldn't quite put his finger on what was different.

But in any case, the [Stacking Worm] operating on humans shouldn't be an ordinary Stacking Worm.

It seems to be making a lot of noise right now, as if it's particularly excited about the bug it's driving.

Then it suddenly kicked its leg.

Ga.

Tang Yiping: "???"

"Don't die!" Tang Yiping was almost crying.

These little things are the kind that will kill you at the drop of a hat.

But there's only one of these brand-new [Stacking Insects]! Once it dies, it's gone!

Is it possible that my [Secret Technique: Epilepsy King Fist] can only be used once?
No!
How exactly does this thing get into my body?

How could you bring another one in?!

Tang Yiping didn't have time to investigate further because his phone rang.

It was a message from the prosthetic body, Rohan.

"Brother Ping, two other men injured two policemen and escaped with Xinxin! Quick, save Xinxin, Brother Ping!"

Two other people injured two police officers and took Xin Xin away.
Wait, my prosthetic body Rohan has become smarter?
Now is not the time to think about that.

"Go...we must hurry and chase after them!"

Although the [Secret Technique: Epilepsy King Fist] is no longer usable, the battle is not over yet.

Xin Xin is still not out of danger.

　Thank you to Alisu, yutoon, Rogotalivos, and Qiezhantianya for the generous donations.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)