Horror Game: All My Organs Have Their Own Consciousness

　　 But at this time, the masked man Mori's cold voice came from the speakers again.

　　 "Fisting ghost, don't make me angry..."

　　 "What if you provoke you? You come to hit me!"

　　 With impatience on his face, the fist shook his fist casually.

　　 A dark fist shadow flashed in the air.

　　 bang bang bang!

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

　　嗷!

　　 In the screaming and screaming sound, what fell from the broken speaker were not normal electronic components, but pieces of human tissue.

　　 The tissues of the human body that fell in midair convulsed and shrank continuously, and black aura overflowed from these tissues, gradually condensing in midair into a pale mask.

　　 There was red light condensed in the eye hole of the mask, and finally formed a pair of **** eyes exuding endless hostility.

　　 "Fisting ghost, don't be overwhelmed!"

　　 Amidst the roar filled with evil thoughts, a great deal of pressure was created out of thin air.

　　 In an instant.

　　 The entire arena is covered by this layer of evil thoughts, and a large amount of trickery is directly crushed into meat by this pressure.

　　 The splash of blood was corrupted in mid-air.

　　 A stream of blood rushed toward the mask in midair.

　　 With the influx of blood, the mask became more and more solid.

　　 But at this moment, a dark iron fist with muscles suddenly appeared in the void.

　　 The iron fist was entwined with blood-colored arrogance, and he punched the mask in mid-air with a heavy punch.

　　 Click!

　　 Although the mist rising from the mask wants to stop the iron fist.

　　 But facing this arrogant fist, this layer of mist is as weak as paper.

　　 was easily penetrated by an iron fist.

　　 smashed the fist of the aerosol, and slammed directly on the pale mask.

　　 Click!

　　 A series of fine cracks appeared on the mask, and a large amount of blood with a miserable human face flowed out of the mask.

　　 The eyeballs in the mask moved, staring fiercely at the pitch-black fist, and the mask Omori's voice rang.

　　 "Very good, I remembered this punch 々々!"

　　 Faced with the hate of the masked man, the iron fist in mid-air responded very simply.

　　 It clenched its fists, slowly raised its middle finger, and pushed it up.

　　 expressed cordial greetings to the masked man.

"asshole!"

　　 This international gesture, which is also common in the underworld, broke the mask man.

　　 It is a pity that He, who has been turned into fragments, can do nothing but make this last rant.

　　 "Stop the guy who got in the way, then it's up to us next."

　　 put down the right hand with the middle finger, the fist ghost opened his mouth and looked at Lin Hun with a grin.

　　 "I don't think you will let me down."

　　 Feeling the strong malice released from the boxer ghost, Lin Hun was silent.

　　 Although this guy is full of pride.

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

It is clear.

　　 This treacherous obsession with fighting has already regarded him as his favorite prey.

　　 "…………"

　　 did not speak, Lin Hun silently clenched his fists.

　　 "Haha! Very good! So... I am coming!"

　　 Seeing his action, the fist ghost let out a wild laugh, and his figure flashed before rushing to Lin Soul.

　　 "Die!"

　　The thick fist was clenched and slammed out sharply.

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

　　 The huge pressure caused the shadow doubles covering him to splash with wavy ripples.

　　 "Is this the black disaster?"

　　 Feeling the fist pressure that made him breathless through the shadow double, Lin Hun suddenly realized that he was a little careless.

　　 This black disaster-level boxer ghost, even if it suppresses its strength to the blood-strength level.

　　 His strength is not something that can be countered by the cunningness of the average blood strength level.

　　 Without any hesitation, Lin Soul did not cover 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 on the shadow double attached to his body, and merged into the shadow double's hands.

　　 is like water and ru blending.

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

　　 even in Lin Soul's perception.

　　 With the fusion of the soul hand and the shadow stand-in, he felt a wonderful satisfaction and completion.

　　 But he was not immersed in this wonderful feeling.

　　 Instead, he slammed his fist suddenly, and slammed his fist to the fist of the fist.

boom!

　　 The twisted aura engulfed the strong spiritual power and spread in all directions.

　　The ring that bears the brunt is the first to suffer.

　　 A series of huge cracks spread from where the two of them were standing in all directions.

　　 Streams of blood gush out from the cracks, and bones continue to drill out of the cracks, trying to escape some kind of restraint.

　　 But as soon as they poked their heads out of the crack, they were blown to pieces by the violent fist wind of the ring, and they couldn't die anymore.

　　 bang bang bang!

　　 The muffled noise kept coming.

　　 Lin Hun's fist and the fist of the ghost ghost kept colliding.

　　 The surging shock wave surging like a wave (Zhao's).

　　 made the ring crack more serious, causing the fence around the ring to groan overwhelmedly.

　　". 〃Yes! That's right! That's it! Haha! I really deserve to be my optimistic opponent, but he has such power, great!"

　　 Double fists turned into phantoms, and his hair continued to rise like flames, the fist ghost’s mouth was sprayed with high-temperature foul air, but his eyes flashed with excited blood.

　　 It has been a long time since he met such an interesting opponent.

　　 Although this opponent's current strength is very weak, he possesses very strong power.

　　 And that kind of power is very peculiar, somewhat similar to the power of the Hand of Retribution that has disappeared for a long time, and it contains a kind of unexplainable scorching power.

　　 Under the confrontation of this force, even he felt tingling pain from his fists.

　　 But this pain not only didn't make him timid, but made him more excited. .

Chapter 160:

　　 "What a sick guy..."

　　 Looking at the excited fist ghost, Lin Hun narrowed his eyes slightly.

　　 At this time, he is also full of firepower.

　　The fusion of soul hand and shadow stand-in.

　　 makes him seem to have opened the door to a new world.

　　 He felt that he had entered an inexplicable "complete" state at this time.

　　 The power of the body's organ is connected to the outer shadow double through the action of the soul hand.

　　 With the fusion of the power of the organs, the fit between the shadow double and itself becomes higher.

　　 It feels like he was driving a Gundam that needs to be manually operated at first, but now he uses a man-machine integrated eva.

　　 became more like an arm.

　　 In the fights against the fist ghost again and again, Soul Lin felt that his various powers were being tempered and forged.

　　 is like a rough embryo, forged into a peerless edge.

　　 "Really good! Really good! You are so good! You are more interesting than all the opponents I have seen!"

　　 Compared with Lin Hun's composure and calmness, the fist ghost's state gradually became crazy.

　　In his eyes, Lin Hun's face seemed to be constantly transforming, not only changing into the forty-one existences that were tied with him.

　　 And as the time of the 273 fight progressed, these familiar faces continued to shatter.

　　 That is the manifestation that Soul Lin is surpassing these existences.

　　 This also makes Boxing Ghost more and more excited.

　　 "It's nice to feel like an opponent!"

　　 tried his best to control his own power, not allowing his power to break through the limit of blood strength.

　　 The thought of the ghost ghost seems to have returned to the era of lack of hand-to-hand combat in the ring.

　　 He was still alive at that time.

　　 But his daily life is no different from his death.

　　 Fight, kill, eat, mate.

　　 He is like a machine that only knows about killing, repeating his unchanging life.

　　 But this kind of life didn't make him despair.

　　 instead made him addicted to it.

　　 He likes the punch to the flesh, and he likes to hear the sound of broken bones.

　　 The opponent's screams made him intoxicated, and the audience's screams made him excited.

　　He is a natural gladiator.

　　 But he is still human after all.

　　Until one day, a group of heavily armed officers and soldiers rushed into the arena and poured crossbows and crossbows to him, he realized that human beings are so fragile.

　　Unwilling, angry, resentful.

　　 One by one negative emotions formed a flame, using his last life as firewood, igniting a certain door to terror.

　　The inexplicable existence that surged wildly swallowed all the human beings who wiped out his lair.

　　 These satiated guys were not satisfied, they wanted to turn their heads too far and swallow him, the master who opened the "door".