Global thriller: My organs have a mind of their own

Through the perspective of the shadow double, Lin Soul looked at the boxing ghost with thick black smoke rising in front of him, and was silent.

He didn't expect that he was just fighting in a gladiatorial arena, and he could provoke an existence of such a level.

Hell too.

However, according to the quest prompts, this fighter will suppress his strength to the level of the opponent.

Then there's nothing to be afraid of.

Although the other party is a black plague, he dares to play the same level against him against such an arrogant game.

Then, he will teach the other person what it means to be arrogant as the original sin.

"Then let's fight!"

The deep voice carried a strong battle intent, making the boxer smile.

But at this time, the cold voice of the masked man came from the speaker again.

"Boxer, don't mess with me......"

"What's the matter with you? You're going to beat me!"

With impatience on his face, the fist ghost waved his fist casually.

A pitch-black fist shadow flashed through the air.

Bang bang bang!

The air trembled, and in an instant, the so-called speakers of the entire gladiatorial arena exploded.

Oh!

In the midst of the terrible howl, the shattered speakers were not normal electronic components, but pieces of human tissue.

The human tissues that fell in mid-air continued to twitch and shrink, and black aura overflowed from these tissues, gradually condensing into a pale mask in mid-air.

Red light condensed in the masked eyeholes, eventually forming a pair of blood-colored eyes that exuded endless rage.

"Boxer, don't get carried away!"

In the roar of evil thoughts, a huge pressure was generated out of thin air.

In a flash.

The entire gladiatorial arena was covered with this layer of evil thoughts, and a large number of treacherous thoughts were directly crushed into minced meat by this pressure.

The splatters of blood were corrupted in mid-air.

Streams of blood poured towards the mask in midair.

As the blood poured in, the mask became more and more solid.

However, at this moment, a pitch-black iron fist with knotted muscles suddenly appeared in the void.

The iron fist was wrapped with blood-colored aura, and a heavy punch slammed into the mask in midair.

Click!

Although the mist rising from the mask wanted to stop the Iron Fist.

But in the face of this brutal fist, this layer of mist is as weak as papier-mâché.

Easily pierced by an iron fist.

The fist that shattered the mist and slammed it directly into the miserable white mask.

Click!

Tiny cracks appeared from the mask, and a large amount of blood flowed from the mask with a miserable howling face.

The eyes in the mask moved, staring viciously at the pitch-black fist, and the voice of the masked man Mori Han rang out.

"Good, I remember this punch!"

Facing Gu Nan's hateful voice, the iron fist in mid-air responded very simply.

It clenched its fists and slowly raised its middle finger upwards.

A cordial greeting was expressed to the masked man.

"Bastard!"

This international gesture, which is also common in the underworld, made the masked man break his defense.

Unfortunately, he could do nothing but let out this last curse.

"The guy in the way is gone, then it's our turn next. "

Putting down his right hand with his middle finger upright, the fist ghost grinned and looked at Lin Soul with a cruel smile.

"I don't think you're going to let me down. "

Feeling the thick malice released from the fist ghost, Lin Soul was silent.

Although this guy in front of him looks full of pride.

But when He looked at himself, his eyes were filled with greed for his prey.

It's obvious.

This treacherous man who is obsessed with fighting has already regarded him as his favorite prey.

“............"

Without speaking, Lin Soul silently clenched his fists.

"Haha! good! So...... I'm coming!"

Seeing his action, the fist ghost let out a wild laugh, and his figure flashed, and he had already rushed in front of Lin Soul.

"Die!"

The thick fist clenched and swung out violently.

At this moment, Lin Soul felt that the entire space was filled with this huge fist.

The tremendous pressure caused the shadow avatars covering him to splash in waves.

"Is this the Black Plague?"

Feeling the pressure of the fist that made him breathe poorly through the shadow double, Lin Soul suddenly realized that he was a little careless.

This black calamity-level boxing ghost, even if he suppressed his strength to the bloody level.

His strength is not something that can be countered by ordinary blood-level treachery.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Soul did not hide it, and directly released the ability of the soul hand.

It's just that he didn't release the soul hand outside, but directly superimposed it with the shadow double attached to his body, and integrated it into the shadow double's hands.

It's like water blending.

The fusion of the soul hand and the shadow double did not produce the slightest repulsion.

Even in Lin Soul's perception.

With the fusion of the soul hand and the shadow double, he felt a very wonderful satisfaction and completion.

But he didn't bask in the wonderful feeling.

Instead, he suddenly swung his fist and defended the fist of the fist ghost.

Bang!

The distorted energy was wrapped in a thick supernatural power and spread in all directions.

The ring that bore the brunt of the attack was the first to suffer.

Huge cracks spread in all directions from where the two of them were standing.

Streams of blood poured out of the cracks, and skeletons kept coming out of the cracks, trying to escape some kind of restraint.

But as soon as they poked their heads out of the cracks, they were blown to pieces by the fist wind stirred by the ring, and they could not die again.

Bang bang bang!

There was a constant muffled sound.

Lin Soul's fist and the fist of the fist ghost collided non-stop.

The surging shock wave was like a tidal wave.

It made the ring crack even worse, and let out an overwhelmed twisted moan from the fence around the ring.

"Yes, yes, that's it!Haha! It's really my favorite opponent, it's just that the blood has such power, it's great!"

His fists turned into phantoms, his hair rising like flames, and his mouth spewed hot turbidity, but his eyes flashed with excitement.

It's been a long time since he's had met such an interesting opponent.

Although this opponent is weak now, he has a lot of power.

And that kind of power is very peculiar, somewhat similar to the power of the hand of punishment that has disappeared for a long time, and contains an indescribable scorching power.

Under the confrontation of this force, even he felt the slightest tingling in his fists.

But instead of deterring Him, this pain made Him more and more excited.