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"Idiot! Idiot!"

"I told you not to rush forward!"

"Sever the nerves! Never mind, I'll do it myself... Ah, damn it!"

"what's the situation?!"

As soon as he took over the body, Sal Apollo screamed like a little girl who had been electrocuted, and cursed in a very ungraceful way: "What the hell is this!?"

Fujimiya Makoto did not take advantage of the situation, but stood quietly to the side, gently watching Sal Apollo frantically trying to control his body that was shaking like a sieve, and explained as if nothing had happened:

"Didn't I ask you that just now?"

"Why, my Zanpakutō, has transformed what was originally a simple ability into the form of a 'script'?"

"The answer is..."

Fujimiya Makoto suddenly grinned: "In a duel that should be 'fair', it's reasonable for me to cheat."

"Experience it, Mr. Sal Apollo."

"A body with three thousand times the sensitivity."

"Whether it's touch, taste, smell, pain... or 'sensitivity'."

"All of them are three thousand times the basic level!"

The moment the words fell, Fujimiya Makoto suddenly shot out, and the blade in his hand suddenly stabbed towards Sal Apollo's heart, and passed through his chest with a "puff" sound.

Miss Sal Apollo's already trembling body first froze completely like tense muscles.

The next moment, he suddenly began to tremble wildly as if he were suffering from epilepsy.

The extremely excruciating pain engulfed his entire brain in an instant, his eyes rolled back rapidly, and even made Sal Apollo lose his most basic sanity.

“I’m going to die, die, die, die—!!!”

Fujimiya Makoto drew his blade with a snort and slowly stepped back a few steps.

However, before Sal Apollo could escape from the abyss of pain, he saw thick, black and sticky tentacles slowly climbing towards his body.

Sar Apollo's eyes widened immediately, and he roared repeatedly:

"Wait, wait! I give up! I'm willing to serve you..."

"Asshole! Stop it, wuwuwu——"

The next moment, his body, will, and reason were all swallowed up by the dark abyss.

Fujimiya Makoto turned his back.

In front of him, the warning sound of the small broken knife sounded.

【Character: Taimanin Sar Apollo】

【Death once】

【Three】→【Two】

Chapter 109: Walking into a Trap

"vomit--"

For Sal Apollo, time is undoubtedly extremely long.

Countless tentacles that seemed to have life pierced his skin, drilled into his muscles, poured into his body, and used his torso like a flying cup.

At the same time, more than three thousand times the feeling all crowded into his brain.

Three thousand times sensitivity!

Although in the work Taimanin, there are often female ninjas who are still full of energy after such torture - but if put into reality, this is a very scary concept.

The sensation of a light touch with the fingertips will be magnified into a heavy hammer hitting the finger, the blood flowing through the blood vessels will make people feel as if there is a brush pulling in each blood vessel, and the air rushing through the throat when breathing will give people the illusion of being stabbed by a rolling pin...all cognitions will be disordered.

Not to mention, a tentacle designed specifically for Taimanin instantly filled up all the holes in his body and burst him from the inside out.

That kind of tragic feeling is definitely hard to understand for those who have never tried it.

After being resurrected from the dead, even a mentally strong man like Sal Apollo would kneel on the ground like the weakest fart spirit Lala Fei, making bursts of heart-wrenching vomiting sounds.

It was as if my whole body had become limp.

Fujimiya Makoto knew very well that compared to temporary failures and setbacks, this kind of mental pain would be more memorable.

"Is it just this level that makes me unable to move?"

"If you don't attack me, I will."

"If you are weak, you will suffer from AIDS."

"A guy like you would probably agree with this statement, right?"

He put psychological pressure on Sal Apollo little by little.

However, even Fujimiya Makoto did not expect this.

Almost at the moment he uttered the word "Ai○", Sar Apollo's whole body became tense, and the body that was lying on the ground suddenly arched up, forming a state of crawling on all fours like a wild beast, and looked at Fujimiya Makoto with bloodshot eyes.

Can’t Ai○!

Don't want Ai○!

I absolutely can't and don't want to do it again!

This horrific torture...

Just recalling the 'ultimate death' at 3,000 times the sensitivity, a strong sense of fear rose from within Sal Apollo.

kill him! ! !

Then escape from this horrible place.

At this moment, the two consciousnesses in this body spontaneously expressed the same will.

Noticing the beast-like look in his eyes, Fujimiya Makoto narrowed his eyes slightly.

“No Ai○!!!”

Sar Apollo roared like a mad dog, and his body suddenly flew out close to the ground, causing a sharp sonic boom in the air.

Fujimiya Makoto's pupils suddenly contracted.

Even though one-third of his spiritual pressure was cut off, how could he still be so fast?!

"boom--"

The blade collided with the bone claw, making a deafening explosion.

Fujimiya Makoto's footsteps slid along the ground for more than ten meters, and Sar Apollo's entire body seemed to be pressed on his blade.

"boom!"

Fujimiya Makoto flipped the blade and threw him away, and Sal Apollo fell to the ground and rolled over.

What a great power!

what on earth is it? !

Fujimiya Makoto was secretly puzzled, but he held the blade across his chest alertly, his eyes scanning Sal Apollo's body.

Then, he immediately discovered something unusual.

Sar Apollo's petite body, or to be more precise, its limbs, were all swollen and deformed unnaturally, like an inflated ball, several times thicker than before, and its skin was faintly purple.

Did you increase your strength and speed by forcibly changing your body?

how did you do that?

"Go to hell, pervert!"

Sar Apollo's voice was hoarse.

This experience of being called a pervert by a pervert is really complicated.

But before Fujimiya Makoto could say anything, a small cloth doll suddenly came out of Sal Apollo's mouth - judging by the pink hair, it was exactly his own image.

But at this moment, there were many more 'pendants' on the puppet's limbs that did not originally belong to him.

On his limbs and spine, there are small decorations with the words muscle and bone drawn on them.

Fujimiya Makoto's pupils shrank slightly.

This is...

Did he hang it when he was lying on the ground just now?

“Ho…ho ho ho…”

There seemed to be a leak in Sal Apollo's throat. He laughed hard to support his body, and he looked a little crazy.

"Isn't it enough?"

"Isn't this enough to kill you?"

"Then... some more!"

Almost at the moment the words fell, more 'muscle' structures were hung on the doll.

At the same time, Sal Apollo's entire body began to deform unnaturally, and his chest expanded rapidly like a balloon.

Fujimiya Makoto instinctively reached out to him:

"Broken Dao No. 88: The flying dragon strikes the thief and the sky-shaking thunder cannon!"

"Virtual flash!"

The two beams of light collided with each other.

Fujimiya Makoto's spiritual pressure was far superior to that of his opponent, so this attack almost crushed the flash of light that was spewed out of his mouth at the moment of collision.

However, there was no sign of Sal Apollo behind the smoke and dust.

"laugh!"

A dark pink figure suddenly rushed out from the smoke, close to the ground, and turned into a streamlined shadow.

The next moment, Sar Apollo's body expanded to almost twice its size, and he suddenly pounced on Fujimiya Makoto, with huge fangs like a beast extending from his mouth.

The blade in Fujimiya Makoto's hand rotated, and the blade edge rubbed rapidly against the fangs in Sal Apollo's mouth, making a series of harsh friction sounds.

He cut with his knife calmly, then ducked closer, stomping on the ground with a thud, leaving a deep mark. The force came from the ground, his calves expanded and exerted force, and all the strength of his body suddenly rushed out through his shoulders.

"boom--"

Sar Apollo's seemingly huge body was completely vulnerable due to the huge difference in spiritual pressure. It rolled to the ground and kept flying like a bouncing tennis ball.

However, Fujimiya Makoto was faster than him. The violent bone-breaking blows were blasted out along with the force of his fist, pushing his huge body into the wall.

"Asshole...Asshole..."

Blood kept gushing out of Sal Apollo's mouth, and deep marks were left on his chest, and his entire chest cavity seemed to have sunken in.

"How dare you...humiliate me like this!"

"Do not."

Fujimiya Makoto's voice was calm: "This is just the true difference in strength between you and me when our spiritual pressure is equal."

Hearing this, Sar Apollo suddenly fell silent.

It seemed that even the brain became a little clearer after this series of blows.

This cannot go on.

She could clearly feel that her spiritual pressure had been greatly reduced after her death.

It's obvious - in his field, this guy who has all the advantages will definitely use all the advantages to beat himself to death.

Even if he wasn't beaten to death, he would probably be...

Sar Apollo felt a chill in his heart.