How to Live as an Immortal - Chapter 252
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How to Live Immortally Episode 252
252 I’ll do it for you
-That’s the way the villain goes.
The moment Truwell bent his legs to go into the offensive, Owen ran towards him and extended his palm.
The whip-like curve of his arms passes through Truwell’s X-shaped defenses.
The martial art he uses is Byeokwaejang.
It was a martial art aimed at long distances rather than close ranges. Its specialty was striking and retreating with palm strikes, that is, long-distance strikes.
Truewell allowed five consecutive hits in an instant, but it only ended with his skin being peeled off.
“You speak like a man, but your attack method is like that of a woman.”
“you…….”
Although Resonance can only destroy one substance at a time, even without that, his long hits, which were bio-modified, boasted an unparalleled power that was enough to leave a clear mark on a concrete wall.
It wasn’t to the point where it could end with just saying it was painful, but Truwell’s body was in a state of extreme pain.
A robber who has transcended human abilities.
“It’s disappointing that you’ve been talking nonsense.”
The power that Truewell possessed was a supernatural ability that allowed his physical abilities to increase dramatically. This was not limited to just strength or senses.
The area he put the most effort into until reaching stage 3 was endurance.
In the process of strengthening the skin, muscles, bones, blood vessels, and nerves, they all underwent slight but different evolutions.
It was as if all of the body parts were made of new materials. It was similar to a multi-structured, laminated armor.
And this became the main cause of the destruction of resonance.
“Yes, so your ability came from your desire to escape from your weak constitution.”
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s just a child’s delusions about surviving an alcoholic parent.”
“Are you trying to sell your emotions? If that’s the case, I wish you would sympathize with me, even though I grew up under a tomb robber father… …!”
Owen, who had reached Truwell’s chin, swung his arms like windmills. Even though he had given it a variation, it was still carbon-based. Since the base of the constituent material was the same, there was no need to panic even if the content was different.
thud!
The moment the two collide, a heavy roar erupts in the hallway and the air trembles. Four fists, even deflecting bullets, fly in a chaotic manner, one after the other.
But it was Owen who always had the upper hand.
The skin peeling off along his palms soon reached the point where his bones were exposed from the repeated attacks.
widely-!
Truwell threw the biscuit hat he was wearing at Owen’s face and rushed forward with his arms outstretched like bull’s horns.
In an instant, a tackle like a ray of light blazed above the ground he had stepped on to make an explosive leap.
Although he had no back left defenseless, Truwell managed to knock Owen down anyway.
Chinese martial arts, including wall-to-wall striking, were mostly based on standing strikes.
In the past, the continent was called ‘naryeotagon’ because it was said that rolling around on the ground was just like a lazy donkey.
Because it was a martial art that was invented in an era when grappling was looked down upon, it was inevitable that there would be gaps in Owen’s form, which continued the tradition.
Moreover, the martial art that Truwell learned was Sambo.
It was a grappling-focused jiu-jitsu that was designed solely for actual combat.
It is said that the technique of persistently digging into the slamming and hardening that the wall-mounted …
It may be different when you’re standing, but it’s different when you’re lying down.
Realizing that Owen could only resonate with his palms, Truewell twisted his elbows between his sides, limiting his range of motion.
“Big.”
Owen tried to get out by raising his waist, but Truwell wasn’t the one to just sit back and watch.
A long hit is an attack that only makes sense when it is accelerated.
Truwell, who had completely pressed Owen’s forearm down with his knee, assumed a full mount position. The perfect top position.
All that’s left is to put your fist in.
Truewell, who has not received any separate treatment because his power is determined by the purity of his body, is sometimes strong because of his purity.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A traffic accident is reenacted in a hand made of flesh and bone.
Dump trucks, armored vehicles, powered armor―
He rushed in only to kill Owen. A brisk slap as if he was watching a rapid fire attack.
Owen hit the floor as death slowly approached.
Jiiing―
The octagon surrounding the two collapses, revealing the lower level. A sudden, vertical drop follows.
Owen, who had been holding the pressure off while the fight was underway and had opened up some distance, hit the misaligned jaw. He also spit out the blood that had been building up in his throat.
It is true that the crisis was overcome with a moment’s wit, but the threat did not disappear.
Truewell’s reckless and aggressive approach as if he just needs to attack the lower body is proof of this.
“Twice won’t work.”
Abandon the downward wall (劈) stance and stick only to the upward hanging (掛) movement.
thud.
Truwell, who was suddenly countered by that irregular number, also carefully measured the distance.
A classic clash between an infighter and an outboxer.
It was a match where the one who allowed the gap to pass lost.
no-
“Just spending time like this is my victory. By now, the resident Mars Defense Forces will have noticed your location.”
If they were to come, Owen had no chance of winning. No matter how strong he was, he couldn’t fight off ten hands with one hand.
“I admit it. It’s been a while since I’ve met my opponent, so I guess I got excited without realizing it.”
Owen took out a coin-shaped portable storage device, or package, and threw it high into the air before catching it.
“But now I won’t let you off the hook and will go at full speed.”
And then I plugged it straight into the device.
Click.
The moment the built-in program started, Owen’s eyes became dark. His eyes were unfocused and cloudy, and there was only one goal in them.
“Kill.”
Even before the Four Major Dark Forces were called the Four Major Dark Forces, the four organizations were at odds with each other. The friction and competition that this triggered became more intense with each passing day, and eventually led to the development of research to overwhelm the other forces.
It is also part of this that Yongyeong is active in recovering lost martial arts skills.
The Lucesia family was no different.
However, the difference is that while Ryungyoung found the answer in the old era, the Lucesia family found it in the new era.
What they pursued was cutting-edge technology, and a harmony of intelligence and artificial intelligence.
No matter how much you modify and manipulate the body, there is a limit to human cognitive ability. Even though weapons are developed every year, processing speed does not change, so in the end, it is at a standstill.
So the Lucesia family came up with an idea.
Let’s throw away intelligence and fill it with artificial intelligence, let’s rewire the nervous system and neural networks for one purpose only—the madness of trying to reach the realm of artificial intelligence with the human brain has led to the use of electrical signals in the brain.
The field chosen is brain washing.
In other words, it was brainwashing.
“I’ve heard that executives of the Lucesia Family are given a package called Silenzio.”
“… … .”
Truewell continued to rant, but Owen’s ears were not listening.
He was elevated from a slave to instinct and emotion to an embodiment of reason and logic, but what consumed him was another self that was formed so that he could focus solely on battle.
-The extreme of autosuggestion.
The world called this the state of no-self.
A byproduct of the crazy idea that if androids can’t be used in combat, then why not mechanize the humans already on the battlefield?
In an instant, Owen abandoned his hit-and-run style and charged forward.
“Ugh.”
Truwell swallowed dryly without realizing it, at the attack that was incomparable to his previous ones. The killing spirit had disappeared, but in its place, anticipation was taking its place.
No matter how famous a master is, if he repeats the same trajectory, same speed, and same movements, he will eventually become disoriented.
But Owen followed the steps with exact precision.
There weren’t many answers that Truewell could come up with when he was cornered. Fortunately, Owen was there with him, so he was able to fully utilize his strengths.
Kookbang!
[Sambo Bigi Podvig]
A close-range headbutt performed after holding the opponent’s arm with a joint device. The technique of using the elasticity of the entire body to drive down the hardest skull was likened to a battering ram that destroys a fortress.
Even if you avoid it, you cannot escape the result of your face being sunken.
As expected, the fatal blow hit and Owen’s horribly distorted face was revealed, but Truwell couldn’t smile.
Owen is now out of touch with reality.
What represents that body is a structure of 0 and 1.
‘It’ had no choice but to writhe in pain, to lose consciousness and collapse.
That means, if you don’t die, then go ahead.
It was no different from an android that followed orders.
Because of this, the act of revealing a secret to put an end to the sluggish fight ended up being a handshake.
“crazy…….”
Because the counterattack came at a split second.
[Wall Hanging Secrets of Escape from the Marriage]
The palm that was stuck in Truwell’s chest accelerated without stopping. As the two arms, each set to a different natural frequency, moved dazzlingly, resonance began.
A technique that aims to amplify resonance by targeting one point precisely without even an inch of error.
It viciously bites its opponents, even if they are hit with precision machinery and do not collapse in one hit.
The space between the eyebrows, the philtrum, the nasolabial fold, and the nasal concha―
The name Talhon comes from the fact that the soul is taken out by targeting only the blood vessels that cross the center line of the body.
“Ugh.”
Truwell struggled while casting Podvig repeatedly, but he had no choice but to kneel before the overwhelming violence.
It was at that moment that the eyes that were looking at the slumped Truwell with a proud look on their faces became filled with ease.
He straightened his broken nose and shook off Truwell’s hand.
“It’s always like that, but it’s disgusting to feel like I’m not me.”
Owen grabbed Truwell by the hair and laughed so fiercely that his fangs were exposed.
“Okay. I’ll give you the home education you didn’t get when you were young.”
* * *
Justin, who was running on the vast supply ship, suddenly stopped when he received a message. It was a call from a personal number. The other person was Vincent, his brother, who he had expected to be his.
[I know you’re here. So why don’t we meet up and not waste time?]
It seemed as if they really wanted me to come, and the location was written down kindly. It would be absurd to ignore it. It is possible that they prepared a trap, but it is not something that can be avoided by simply retreating.
It was inevitable that he would eventually have to run into Vincent to save Blobsieve.
Justin turned his back on the end of the drum.