Others are fighting hard but I am the first to show off. I am rated S?

But he stood up again quickly, with bones and flesh constantly pouring out from the broken parts, regenerating and repairing his broken body.

boom!

Another blow.

He fell down again, then stumbled to his feet, using his tiny body to stand in front of the Nightmare Beast King.

Never give up.

Never back down.

boom!

Fall down, stand up, fall down, and stand up again.

He fell down again and again, and stood up again and again while enduring the pain of regenerating flesh and blood. It was so tragic and heroic. Why could he still hold on? Why didn't he fall down completely?

How can human power overcome the power of nature?

The King of Nightmare Beasts seemed to be annoyed. No matter how this little cockroach stepped on and crushed him to death, he could stand up quickly. So he simply grabbed him and threw him into his mouth.

Eat him and he won't bother you anymore.

Facing the giant hand of the Nightmare Beast King, Xu Hao did not resist this time.

He suddenly thought of a solution that was not a solution, a solution that only someone like him could succeed.

He was thrown into the mouth of the Nightmare King and fell into the esophagus.

Countless corrosive liquids, such as aqua regia, which were far more corrosive than concentrated sulfuric acid, quickly enveloped his body.

As soon as they came into contact, his skin, flesh, and bones immediately began to melt away, and the pain, far exceeding that of a pregnant woman giving birth, flooded his nerves like a tide.

No one could survive such digestive fluids.

In addition to him who constantly uses source power to weave and regenerate bones and flesh.

This was the solution he had just thought of that was not a solution.

Since it is impossible to defeat and kill this nightmare beast head-on, then enter its body and enter its flesh and blood.

Find its core and kill it completely!

Chapter 31: If you want to overcome despair, you must bleed desperately.

Muscles, bones, cells, and nerves were constantly being dissolved, and the dissolved flesh and blood were quickly rewoven and regenerated the next moment.

Just dissolve, regenerate, regenerate, and dissolve.

The intense pain flooded Xu Hao's nerves like a tide, almost driving him crazy.

He searched frantically inside the body of the nightmare beast, using his bloody fists to tear apart the flesh and blood that was squeezing and swallowing him.

There was pitch blackness before my eyes, as if it was an endless darkness, a bottomless abyss.

There is no door up or down, no road forward or backward.

All around him were torn flesh and blood and its dissolved products. How much of it was his, and how much of it was torn out from the nightmare beast by him?

He felt short of oxygen and suffocation, as if he was wrapped and swallowed by countless hot and fishy liquids. They were the digestive juices of the nightmare beast, the blood of the nightmare beast, the flesh of the nightmare beast, as well as his own blood and flesh.

How long can you hold on relying on your courage and so-called willpower?

he does not know.

He Jian, Guan Zhi, Xie Ke...

Many brothers have risked their lives for him.

He was also risking his life and shedding his blood.

It doesn’t matter whether there is hope ahead or not, because hope is created by human beings with their own hands, and is fought out from despair and darkness with their own will and belief!

Faintly, he seemed to see a faint crimson light flashing in the darkness.

He roared in his heart, and with his fists he tore through the layers of flesh and blood in front of him, chasing after the dim and weak light.

On the earth, the King of Nightmare Beasts was roaring and howling in anger.

It didn't understand why the damn bug didn't die after being eaten by it.

Yes, compared to the huge and invincible Nightmare Beast King, Xu Hao is just a tiny insect.

But even if he is just a tiny bug, he will try his best, use up all his strength, shed blood and sweat, and turn the Nightmare King's body upside down!

near, near.

The dim crimson light seemed to sense Xu Hao's approach, and kept escaping and moving within the Nightmare Beast's body.

Xu Hao struggled to tear open the flesh and blood in front of him. The blood poured down and mixed with his own blood and flesh, forming a lake.

He must grasp that light, that core, that hope that belongs to him and everyone!

boom!

The body of the Nightmare Beast King collapsed like a pillar of heaven.

Xu Hao broke out of its body, covered in blood.

All that was in sight were ruins, and it seemed as if an endless mixture of flesh and blood was pouring out from the gaping hole in the body of the Nightmare Beast King, quickly turning the battlefield into a bloody ocean.

He stood in the sea of ​​blood and looked up at the sky.

There, the dark clouds dispersed and light was shining.

His body was a mess, with the blood of the nightmare beast and his own blood. It was his achievement and also his proof.

In order to create hope and open up the future on this thorny road, who would not risk their lives and bleed?

Quping City.

Ander Adams stared at the hundred-meter-tall monster in front of him, and the people who were as small as duckweed and reeds in front of it.

There was also blood on the battlefield there, and many people were fighting desperately.

Around the battlefield, with the Nightmare King as the center, countless projected images fell like curtains, surrounding the battlefield.

That was a projection of a contract.

Below the projection, rows of loudspeakers read out loud the text of the contract, word by word, a contract for demolishing a factory, buying land and building a building.

Who could have imagined that the King of Nightmare Beasts before him came from the nightmare of an abandoned factory owner?

A lifetime of hard work, a lifetime of hope, just because building a building on this piece of land can better boost the city's economic benefits, just because of the calculations of some villains and a few casual words from big shots, I have to sign this contract document in humiliation, and the dreams and hard work that I have worked hard for a lifetime will go down the drain!

The nightmare beast was born from the nightmare.

Transformed into the image of a vengeful factory monster, hating everything and destroying everything.

This King of Nightmare Beasts seemed to be assembled from various large mechanical parts in a factory structure. It was as powerful as a mechanical behemoth.

The only thing I was afraid of was the contract document written in black and white, which was only a dozen pages long.

At this moment, these dozen pages of paper turned into countless projection images that surrounded it, and turned into countless destructive and torturous sounds that attacked it.

It became very weak, very weak, so weak that even if so many insects surrounded it and trimmed its pedicure, it could not kill them all with just one kick.

Adams calmly watched as his followers on the battlefield ahead rushed towards the Nightmare King with some kind of fanatical worship and belief, leaving insignificant scars on his body, and then fell one after another.

The blood gradually spread all over the ground.

Adams knew that if he had not unearthed the hidden branch, if he had not found a way to weaken the Nightmare King, with these people, let alone injuring the monster, they would probably be wiped out the moment they met.

Wisdom is also a kind of power.

However, Adams also knew another fact, that wisdom does not represent all power.

He used his wisdom to successfully weaken the power of the Nightmare King, or in other words, to increase his own strength in disguise.

But I want to defeat it, or even kill it.

This amount of power is not enough.

He put down the last cup of coffee in his hand, dusted off the dust on his shoulders, and walked towards the battlefield calmly.

On the other side of the battlefield, Reeves, who had been resisting the attack of the Nightmare Beast King without dying. Reeves, who performed the most outstandingly, suddenly looked panicked when he saw Adams' appearance.

clang!

A black iron pillar like a steel bar shot out from the nightmare beast's body and was blocked by his arm, making a sound like metal collision.

He longed to be Mr. Adams's strongest shield and sharpest spear, so he used the source of power to develop abilities similar to a copper head and iron arms.

"Mr. Adams, the battlefield is too dangerous. Please leave as soon as possible and leave this place to us!" He shouted at Adams who was walking towards him.

"No, Reeves, the light that guides everyone never hides behind everyone, but walks in front of everyone and leads everyone forward."

Ander Adams arrived at the battlefield, facing the giant beast that seemed so huge that one could not see the top even if one looked up. His eyes flashed with a dazzling light like the sun.

"As a leader, I will never sit back in times of crisis and sacrifice everyone's lives to preserve my own strength."

"Get ready. I will find and freeze the core of the Nightmare King, giving you the chance to kill it with one strike, no matter what the cost, even my life."

Adams smiled calmly and gently, emitting elegance, composure, confidence, strength, and the fearless personal charm that only a true leader can possess.

It's like a beam of light breaking through the dark clouds, piercing the darkness, and illuminating the way forward!

"Mr. Adams!" Reeves looked at him fanatically.

"Mr. Adams!"

The rest of the people on the battlefield were also cheering wildly and excitedly in their hearts.

This is their guiding light, this is their leader, the one they have vowed to follow their whole lives!

"Everyone, please take action immediately, and please remember that I, Ander Adams, will always be with you!"

"Everyone, please forget your worries and fears at this moment. For the future we desire and for the final victory, fight to the death and shed your blood to kill this nightmare beast king. Fight until you die!"

"Till death!"

"Till death!"

The morale on the battlefield soared to the sky at this moment, and the players rushed towards the Nightmare Beast one after another, and at this moment they showed even more powerful strength than before.

Ander Adams seemed to be born with a kind of charm and magic that could make people unconsciously believe in him, follow him, and willingly serve him and dedicate themselves to him.

And for some reason, these believers who become his followers and admirers are often able to, under this fanatical belief and inspired by his appearance, to exert strength and talent far beyond normal.

Ander Adams closed his eyes, activated his source of strength, and his spirit flowed into the body of the Nightmare King like a stream of water.

The body of the Nightmare King instinctively rejects this invasion. It is a monster born from nightmares. Although it comes to the world in the form of a physical entity, it is also a spiritual entity filled with chaos and negativity.

At this moment, Adams' spirit is like walking in the abyss of darkness. Countless frenzy, delirium, and nonsense are rushing towards him. He must cross this infinite darkness and find the original origin.

The severe pain in the brain began again.

Countless negative emotions, messy and fragmented memories, and psychotic thoughts invaded his mind.

The brain began to explode as if it was boiling, and every nerve and every brain cell was wailing in pain.

Adams had anticipated this.

He had already prepared himself mentally for this.

Wisdom can make up for the gap in strength.

But how can one overcome despair and break through danger without risking one's life and shedding blood and sweat?

It's just a tiny pain.

On the battlefield, the players and his followers, like fearless soldiers, continued to leave scars and wounds on the Nightmare Beasts, while also blocking the advance of the Nightmare Beast King and resisting all damage for him.

In the spiritual world.

He walked forward alone, treading on thin ice, as if he was walking on an invisible thin line, and the slightest deviation would lead him to fall into the abyss from which there was no return.

Phantom pains, aches, began to interfere with his real body.

Tears of blood flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

The internal organs seemed to be pressed by some invisible force, being squeezed together, slowly twisting, and breaking apart.

He remained calm and composed.