I Became an Anonymous Boss

His size also began to grow, his bones cracked, his muscles swelled again, and he became even more inhuman than before.

The breath of blood and killing became stronger and stronger, and the overflowing blood formed a dark and dangerous flame on his body surface.

"what--!"

The giant crocodile climbed up from the ground, launched a fierce attack, and the footsteps fell. The mat could no longer bear the force and broke, and the force penetrated the mat to make the floor sag.

Shirataki stood still, waiting for the opponent to charge.

The attack of the giant crocodile is known for its strength, and the growing strength will only become stronger and stronger, just like the changing strength of the cosine function, it is difficult to control and get used to it. If it exceeds the limit, what it exerts is pure violence.

Shirataki can choose a more clever method, choose to play tricks.

He devoured the power of the Great Zhou Emperor, the third-rank Yinshen, and thousands of soldiers. The demon shattered the soul and left behind pure martial arts comprehension. Pile up into martial arts masters.

He has long been familiar with the operation of force, and he can easily win with a little martial arts, but this method is not suitable for him.

What he needs is enough pressure, pure oppression, just like punching a waterfall to practice Shenglongba who reversed the waterfall.

So Shirataki stood still, and under the shackles of being unable to use blood and true energy, he competed with pure strength.

Fist to fist.

A pure man must choose to be tough and positive.

The two fists were like sparks hitting the earth, head-on, and the sonic boom made by physical strength stimulated the eardrums.

With the first punch, Shirataki had the upper hand.

But then, the giant crocodile turned around and roared again.

Because his strength is still growing, he is not afraid of this kind of pure physical strength's confrontation.

The surrounding audience watched the two people come and go as if facing each other.

There is only one way to fight, and that is punching!

Fist collision, no other fancy moves.

From the perspective of martial arts, it is not good-looking at all. There are no moves, no posture, no intrigue, and no gorgeous movements.

There's just pure power and speed, stripped of all tricks.

Fist collisions, each impact has a crisp and dull echo, the crisp is the bone, and the dull is the air.

Every collision is an injury to the arm and body, the scalp is tingling and the whole body is cold, but every collision is exciting and exciting, which is more exciting than any boxing match , because the rules are simple and straightforward, so the blood boils.

During the confrontation, every time they punched, the balance of victory and defeat was slightly tilted.

Shirataki clearly felt the rise and spread of the arrogance in the opponent's body.

The second time they punched, the opponent just staggered a few steps in embarrassment and did not fall again.

The third time they punched, the giant crocodile just retreated, and its staggering was also controlled to a very small range.

For the fourth time, the giant crocodile stood firm this time.

The fifth fist fight, but his body shook a little.

In terms of pure strength, the giant crocodile already has a slight advantage, and this advantage is still improving and expanding.

The activation of the blood vessels was more than [-]%, which meant that what he used was not pure power, but also the qi in the blood vessels.

The pitch-black arrogance is not only good-looking, it will be transformed into his strength and strength, stimulating and enhancing his physical strength, adding strength to everything, and finally a humanoid Tyrannosaurus will be piled up.

For the tenth fist fight, Shirataki leaned back, couldn't stabilize his waist, staggered, and took three full steps back.

This is the third time he has retreated, and he has already retreated nine steps.

The white people in the western camp shouted, and the crowd in the eastern camp broke into a cold sweat.

"Why did you fall into a disadvantage?" The person in charge said a little anxiously, "Didn't you say you will win?"

"Don't worry, he hasn't been injured yet..." Qin Yao said, "And he made it very clear, it's just a competition of arms."

"It's necessary to be so particular, why don't you just end it?"

"It's too bullying." Qin Yao explained: "It's better to have some programs, but it's rare that he is a little playful."

"Old Song, can you be patient?" Elder Tang put his hands behind his back, and he narrowed his eyes: "It's almost time, young people like to play this game, if you want to refuse, welcome?"

"...It's about wanting to promote before suppressing."

"It's all the same." Elder Tang smiled: "It's just pretending, it's not shabby."

boom--!

In the thirteenth fist fight, Shirataki's right arm had already fallen down. His physical strength was placed here, so that the whole arm would not be dislocated, but there were some signs of dislocation. He squeezed the bone slightly, and made a few clicks to restore the bone. .

Power is already at a complete disadvantage.

Unable to use qi, blood and true qi, strength will continue to weaken with the accumulation of fatigue, arms are sore, and muscles all over the body are screaming.

On the other hand, the opponent's arrogance continued to rise, and it seemed to have reached a critical point. The pitch-black scales covered the entire body of the giant crocodile, except for the face, and his facial features and bones had also changed. Humanoid.

"I'll crush your bones..." He made an indistinct sound.

Shirataki ignored the trash talk, he couldn't speak the language, and he just pointed his middle finger and he was done.

The giant crocodile roared, lowered its body, and pressed the ground with one hand. Cracks spread on the ground, and the muscles of its legs exploded, ready to go.

The terrifying arrogance rose five meters into the air, and the white man, who had swelled to nearly three meters, looked like a prehistoric tyrannosaurus, his eyes locked on his prey.

Shirataki ignored it, it was the last move, and his reaction to it was really too flat.

...It's almost there, the body that has been squeezed to the limit, there is really not a single drop left.

...so, give it a try?

He calmed down, like a leaf falling on the surface of a lake, the ripples spread, and the mental power lengthened the physical time.

The qi, blood and true qi that had been silent for a long time were echoed by him, like a child who hadn't seen his parents for a long time, cheering and jumping for joy.

Feeling the nuanced changes, he has never experienced the essence of Tianmo Gong so deeply, like a book in his hand, he glimpsed the golden house.

The elongated somatosensory time is just the blink of an eye in reality.

Shirataki heard the floor cracking, the crowd lost their voices, and in the storm, the armored and scaly Tyrannosaurus had already rushed to him.

A blood red glowed deep in the youth's left pupil.

--reverse!

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Reverse true energy.

Reverse qi and blood.

Reversal of Vientiane.

Shirataki's heart trembled in the depths of his chest, and he felt as if he was standing in front of a door with a total of thirteen shackles on it.

Under the shackles, behind this door, there is a real demon hidden.

Ka Ka Ka!

The three shackles were broken.

The power of the heavenly demon was liberated a little, and the essence of the strongest and most perfect power of the heavenly demon gushed out of the body.

The shackles that bound the entire right arm were unsealed.

His entire arm seemed to be submerged in ink.

The invisible momentum is like a wave, passing through the audition field in the first district.

The sky and the earth are dark.

The shadow of the demon appeared for a moment.

It's not complete, it's short-lived, but its momentum is terrifying, surpassing everything Shirataki has ever perceived before.

The seed of the demon germinated deep in the pupil of his left eye and broke through the ground, pouring this power into its original posture.

Realm, strength.

Comprehension is like flowing water, pouring into the depths of the soul.

Shirataki very much hoped that this kind of perception could be deeper and fill himself up, but unfortunately, it really didn't last long enough.

It's like canned happy water, I drank it within two sips.

Not happy enough, not enough.

Although not satisfied, but helpless.

Like an author who wants to touch fish and play games but is forced to type, Shirataki raised his right hand with a feeling of dissatisfaction.

The fingertips gathered a trace of the reversed power of the demon.

Just a trace.

He didn't dare to use too much, and he was afraid that he would lose control, but it was so, the moment he waved his hand, the whole world was shaken.

His arm was smeared with ink, and when he swung his arm down, it was as if a brush dipped in ink was moving on the white rice paper, splashing ink.

Swipe ink into skimming.

The arms are like knives.

The giant crocodile stopped. He really didn't have the courage to go any further, and he didn't even have the thought of avoiding it. He knew it was too late.

He remembered that the mechanism of individual strength he had seen was only to the point where the physical body could destroy tanks and chariots. If it was stronger, it would at most be an exaggerated scene in a movie. He was confident that he could do what the Hulk could do.

But the one in front of him is not good, it is beyond specification, beyond his cognition, beyond everyone's imagination...

Absolutely strong.

He has seen so many superhero movies, he has seen cannonballs wash the ground, and he has faced the top three superhumans in the West.

But now, he just wanted to grin, mock himself, and mock them.

...You are also worthy of calling yourself a transcendent?

Ink flashed.