Cthulhu Panel: One organ mutates every day

Chapter 93 Boxing Match

[Feeding Lv.2 - Rotten Saliva]

[Corrosive Saliva: Independent poison glands grow under the tongue, and the inner wall of the oral cavity undergoes abnormal changes, which can secrete thick, corrosive saliva with extremely strong corrosive power, capable of decomposing and dissolving all foreign objects]

【Breathing Lv.2 - Bewitching Breath】

【Bewitching Breath: A respiratory tract abnormality that breeds worm-like soft tissue, which can transform exhaled breath into a mental fog, silently anesthetizing the target and disintegrating their mind】

[Perception Lv.2 - Danger Awareness]

[Danger Awareness: Fleshy sensory synapses develop in the interfascial spaces throughout the body, allowing for early detection of hidden dangers and unknown disasters in the surrounding environment]

【Charm Lv.2 - Soul Comfort】

[Soul Comfort: A vocal distortion produces a soft and alluring voice, capable of captivating the soul and soothing the mind.]

Upgrade requirements: Lv.1 progress 100%; consumes 1 Old Day Point.

Daily Points: 2.98

"Currently, I don't have enough Old Days Points (3 points), so I can only upgrade two of them."

Wei En pondered the pros and cons.

The first choice should be [Perception - Danger Awareness], which can be combined with [Movement - Extreme Body] to make you very effective in close combat.

Secondly, there is a lack of effective attack methods.

The most effective attack here is [Breath of Confusion], which can release a mental fog at the right time to paralyze the entire area and also catch people off guard.

Very good, I'll choose [Danger Awareness] and [Confusion].

Wayne mentally prepared himself and poured 1 point of Old Days into [Breathing].

A sense of "old days" wafts over you.

Wei En felt a continuous tingling and itchy sensation deep in his chest, which spread along his trachea to his throat and nasal cavity.

The inner wall of the respiratory tract no longer seems to be a smooth mucous membrane, but rather as if countless slender, warm, worm-like soft fleshes are slowly growing and wriggling.

With each inhale, you can clearly feel the soft flesh expanding and contracting with the airflow.

As the lungs work, there seems to be a cold, damp breath in the nostrils. When the breath is exhaled, the throat feels slightly swollen, and a slightly sweet, fishy, ​​and unpleasant odor lingers in the mouth.

By applying slight pressure to the inner wall of the respiratory tract, one can exhale a fishy-sweet gas.

That must be a mental illusion.

With the help of [Empty Breath], a single deep breath is enough to quickly spread this mental aura to the surroundings.

"fine."

Wei En let out a long sigh and continued to pour 1 point of Old Days Points into [Perception].

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Another wave of "old eyes" aura washed over me.

Suddenly, he felt a dense, tingling sensation under his fascia, like tiny buds sprouting, spreading throughout his shoulders, back, and sides.

Fascial spaces between the joints of the limbs.

That must be the growth of tumor-like sensory synapses.

There is no danger or fighting now, so I don't know how I will sense danger.

Well, I'm tired from training today. I've been training with Lillian for a week now, so I might consider trying out the underground boxing ring at Black Gold Bar tomorrow.

The next day, I had breakfast with Lena again. In the morning, I went to the reference room to continue expanding my knowledge. Because the books I was reading were becoming more and more complex, my progress was slower than at the beginning.

That's how the day went, with a little training session with Lillian in the evening.

Wayne bid farewell to Lillian in advance, found Ethan, and went to the underground boxing ring of the Black Gold Bar.

In the bar lobby, the heavy bass drumbeats pressed against my eardrums.

Alcohol, tobacco, sweat, and a hidden stench of blood mingled in the murky air. The people coming and going were a motley crew, all gamblers, thugs, and donors from the underworld.

"Why do you suddenly want to box?" Ethan asked.

"I just wanted to give it a try, maybe I could get a prize or something," Wayne said with a smile.

"Rankings? People can die if you go up there to box, are you ready?" Ethan raised an eyebrow.

"If I get beaten to death, remember to clean up after me." Wayne said nonchalantly.

"Okay." Ethan saw Wayne's determination and said no more.

Ethan, familiar with the place, led Wayne through the corridor, the dim light passing between them.

Tonight, Wayne was dressed in a simple casual outfit. He was slender but his bone structure was taut. After undergoing several mutations and specialized soft-kill training, his physique was already far beyond that of ordinary people.

He still looks like a clear-eyed young man, without a trace of fierceness or intimidation.

"You don't need to get involved," Ethan said in a low voice, and walked straight to the event registration desk.

The clerk at the registration desk, who had been looking lazy, suddenly tensed up. He abruptly lifted his eyelids and, upon recognizing Ethan, his eyes instantly filled with apprehension and fear.

Having spent many years in the Black Gold Boxing ring, he had long heard of Ethan's fearsome reputation and knew that this man was ruthless, had an unpredictable background, and was someone no one in the underground world dared to provoke. He was 80-90% likely the legendary phoenix.

He dared not be negligent, and quickly abandoned all his perfunctory manner. His gaze swept over the seemingly thin and harmless Wayne, and he bowed and smiled obsequiously: "Mr. Ethan, a rare guest! The person you brought is certainly not just a dabbler."

Ethan, too lazy for pleasantries, spoke in a flat and cold tone, directly stating the competition information and betting amount, efficiently completing all the registration procedures for Wayne: "He'll play, participate in the entire competition, and go straight to the ranking matches."

The person in charge did not hesitate for a moment, quickly entered the information, completed the formalities and handed over the temporary competition number, and was respectful throughout the whole process.

Everyone in the industry knows that Ethan never makes a mistake, and the people he personally brings are far more capable than they appear.

With this, Wein officially entered the underground boxing ranking pool for tonight's fight, awaiting random matchmaking.

Ethan patted Wayne on the shoulder: "I believe in you. I'll be right here in the audience."

Wayne said confidently, "Don't worry, I won't be reckless."

He thought to himself: But at least I have to test what level I am at now.

The boxing ring was an iron cage, surrounded by a dense crowd of gamblers and spectators. The shouts and cries of bidding for the betting pool rose and fell, deafeningly loud.

The duels here are completely unrestrained by rules, the protective gear is rudimentary, there is no distinction between light and heavy, no bottom line, only life and death, victory and defeat. It is common for the loser to be seriously injured, paralyzed, or to leave the field in a sorry state.

The first matchup has been announced. The opponent is a veteran fighter who has been in the underground boxing ring for many years. He is muscular and has a fierce and brutal fighting style. He has crushed countless newcomers with his brute force and vicious moves.

When the audience first saw Wayne enter the arena, the whole place erupted in laughter. No one had high hopes for this slender boy with clear eyes, and the betting odds overwhelmingly favored his opponent to win.

Wayne secretly activated the control panel.

[Breathing] Slowly circulates, the soft flesh of the chest cavity gently undulates, a cool breath flows throughout the body, steadily increasing one's excitement and concentration, keeping the mind in the most alert state at all times.

[Extreme Body] Tighten all muscles and bones, fully activate the potential of the physical body, and prepare for all-round defense.

[Danger Awareness] is fully activated, causing all the sensory synapses under the fascia to tremble, anticipating all hidden dangers and vulnerabilities in the surrounding area.

【Observe the Micro】Focus on the subtle movements of the opponent's eyebrows, eyes, shoulders, neck, and fingertips, and try to predict the trajectory of each move from micro-expressions and pre-movements of the body.

【Soft Bones】Contract your joints and integrate the soft killing techniques of the battle nun. Your muscles and bones are relaxed and flexible, abandoning brute force and waiting for the right moment to defeat the enemy.

"This is only the first round, it shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

The referee's whistle blew sharply, and the battle began.

Everyone was waiting to see a one-sided crushing victory.

The opponent burst out almost instantly, his heavy straight punch carrying a strong wind, heading straight for Wayne's face, followed closely by a low sweeping kick, the moves were fast and vicious.