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Chapter 522 Between Time and Space (Part )
Is that really the sound that can be made by the collision of human flesh?

Even the prehistoric creatures that once dominated this planet with their bodies could not collide with each other like thunderous explosions.

These two people seem to have been baptized by time and space rifts repeatedly and have already broken away from the scope of normal life. Therefore, they are moving in the distant direction of species evolution, or they are falling into the abyss due to mutations that are not in line with the laws of nature.

No one can think about these things at this moment. It was only a few minutes from the first moment of contact between the man and the old man, but the former did not know how many terrifying bombardments he had experienced. He got a chance to fight back while taking a breath.

The old man's reaction ability is far inferior to that of his younger counterpart, but he has absolute confidence in his lethality and endurance, and this confidence does not include any arrogance, arrogance, or pride, but rather the old man's understanding of this situation over the past few decades. Under the knowledge of the world, he knew very well that no power could defeat him, at least no one could leave him with irreparable injuries with just one counterattack.

Therefore, the old man did not dodge or evade, but devoted all his experience to how to kill the other party, and did not consider how to avoid being killed at all. As long as he gave everything to his own body, it was enough.

The line of sight of the near-Earth satellite was obscured by the huge smoke and dust, and the sound was completely distorted during the data transmission process. The audio was even confused due to the too dense roar, making the picture quiet from time to time, allowing the people watching to listen. There was no sound of collision, only the continuously rising and heavy snow, the trembling of the ground, and the flying flames of the surrounding artillery fire whipped up by the strong wind, showing its incredible power.

A white afterimage flew upside down into the sky, and the speed drove the air to bend the old man's white hair, but like the ice on the ground, it stubbornly stood straight in the opposite direction, unwilling to bend.

Sherlock stood up after sinking several meters into the ground, vomiting out large mouthfuls of blood. He didn't even bother to wipe it, but only showed his bloody white teeth.

He seemed very happy!
This kind of happiness seems so weird to ordinary people's understanding, but logically speaking, it is very simple and smooth.

Because a door connecting two worlds was torn open. This is something that is impossible in nature!
Because he was able to open the space-time rift only with the help of people in this world. This is impossible in the face of hatred that has lasted for centuries!

He was fighting with Lord Dante, and it was like an extremely stubborn fight between an old man and a young man because no one wanted to give in because of some disagreement. For Lord Dante, this is also impossible!
Sherlock has done too many things that are beyond common sense in his life. Many people think that he just likes to show off himself and likes to see other people's expressions of surprise, fear, and disbelief. He enjoys being in front of people. Conceit of attention, arrogance.

But Sherlock himself knows that these are not the most important. What he likes is actually breaking the rules, breaking people's original thoughts, and subverting certain inherent perceptions.

At this moment, he is breaking the rules. Lord Dante is the spiritual rule of some inherent idea that is protected by others because of glory, worship, and the grateful supporter of the whole world.

Well, it’s a bit too complicated to say this. In fact, the older generation asked me to do this, but I didn’t, so the two of them started fighting.

The people who were beaten did not distinguish between young and old, the people who were beaten were fighting for their lives, and the people who were beaten were not caring about life or death.

Sherlock played very well. The demon corpse on the ground swelled crazily at this moment, and countless tentacles poured out in an instant, condensing into huge tentacles, rolling up Sherlock and lifting him into the sky.

After a few bursts of sound, he came from behind and approached the old man who was still flying upside down in mid-air with nowhere to use his strength. The two of them collided so hard in mid-air with no ground to absorb force feedback. He grabbed the opponent's body and used the most direct fists, forehead, elbows, and knees to violently bombard the opponent's body.

The two of them stopped blinking and stared at each other in the fierce wind, even if blood splashed into their pupils, they concentrated on feeling every bit of pain and power feedback in their bodies.

Sherlock may be the first person in this world or that world who can realize how terrifying Lord Dante is as a single individual.

In all myths, it seems that gods are beings with absolute power. They may be full of wisdom and may have various abilities, but no matter what, they themselves cannot lack power, because people know very well in their bones that Only strength is the most critical factor in whether a life is strong or not.

Even humans claim to be the master of all things, and their technology and wisdom are far ahead of other life forms. However, almost more than 70% of technology is devoted to the field of self-protection; cities, societies, houses, transportation, lights, river embankments, Medicines, firearms, etc. are actually because we are afraid of the invasion of other creatures. We need to divide our own territory. We need external objects to protect us from wind and rain. We need technology to improve our sense of security. We are afraid of darkness and nature. mountains and rivers, and even fear each other of the same ethnic group.

Because our bodies are too fragile, we have no way to build up physical strength to resist everything in the outside world.

But Lord Dante never had such an idea. His strength was his own strength. His strength had long been enough to ignore some external things produced by human beings due to their anxiety.

In the air with nowhere to rely on, two lights and shadows were falling. In the process, the surrounding air exploded with visible vibration waves towards the outside world with repeated roars. The two people's hands fiercely grabbed each other's hands. The bodies did not let each other stay away from each other, and the remaining movements had already exceeded the ability of satellite cameras to capture. They could only feel the rush of rivers and the collision of mountains from the occasional explosions.

clean! neat! Nothing fancy! Open and close! Heroic and unparalleled! It exudes a crazy atmosphere hundreds of meters in the air!
The momentary vacuum created by the collision continued to bloom, and was sucked in by the physical laws that had been running for tens of billions of years. In the vision of light and shadow, I only felt that every explosion made the two people intertwined in mid-air. People expand and then compress.

Just like that, the two bodies hugging each other continued to accelerate like meteors due to the collision of each other's power, and fell to the ground.

Wait, something's not right
It seems that the two people generated too much strong airflow during the battle, and at the same time they were guided by the chaotic gravity in this dark crack.

The two people fell in a direction that seemed to be towards the outer edge of the dark sky.

A second later, under the gaze of countless eyes, the meteor crazily smashed outside the rift in time and space.
(End of this chapter)