A huge ice eagle soared in the sky, with its flexible eyes scanning around, and its sharp eyes pierced thousands of meters away, bringing all the details of the ground into its eyes.

Soon, Bingying's eyes firmly locked in a location.

"I found it. The instructor is right. That guy really has no anti-reconnaissance awareness. No, to be precise, he doesn't seem to have planned to hide at all!" Mo Qiuran said with a frown, "And... his situation is not quite the same as expected."

"It's not the same?" Tang Zi raised her eyebrows.

"Tell me as I walk," Mo Qiuran moved his steps. "The traces are obvious. The trees that were destroyed and collapsed all the way. The man finally stopped in a clearing on the top of the mountain. The open space seemed to have been cleared by him, as if he didn't plan to escape, he was there... waiting to die."

"It's interesting." Tang Zi said, "It seems that he hasn't completely fallen into Deadpool."

"Yes, except for the fact that the skin of his body is so dark, he now looks like an ordinary person in rags, and is still looking at a torn photo," Mo Qiuran asked, "Sister Tang, is it common for the depravity of mixed races?"

"I have told you before that the process of depravity after the bloodline limit exceeds fifty percent is irreversible. Whether it is easy or not depends on the difference between the Speech Spirit and the Bloodline. The bloodline class decides how close the starting point on this road is to the end point, and how fast the Spirit decides to run..." Tang Zi said, "This is a race to death. Few mixed-race species can live safely until they die naturally, either fall into a deadpool or sacrifice in the process of slaying the dragon."

"It sounds really..." Mo Qiuran thought about the words, "Unfortunate."

"Dragon blood is both a blessing and a curse. The more it boils, the more powerful it is, the closer it gets to death when it uses it." Tang Zi said softly, "If one day you realize that you seem to be about to cross that boundary, remember to tell me."

"You can solve this kind of thing, Sister Tang?" Mo Qiuran was shocked, "Are you a dormant cat reincarnated? Where is the four-dimensional treasure bag? Don't hide it, take it out quickly!"

"Take your head! I mean, I will personally send you on the road and make you less painful!" Tang Zi rolled her eyes and said.

"Then there is no need... So the bronze throne is the kind of speech spirit that is prone to losing control?" Mo Qiuran repeatedly refused and changed the subject, thinking that he should not have any worries in this regard... As an ordinary person who is mixed into the dragon's nest, of course he doesn't need to worry about the problem of dragon blood.

Because there isn't at all!

"The bronze imperial throne is a very stable spirit. Although it will cause the releaser to be more brave and aggressive than in normal conditions, there are usually no problems such as bloodthirst and loss of consciousness." Tang Zi said, "Unless he insists on pushing this spirit to a peak that is beyond his reach, this may lead to out-of-control."

"The previous information contained some testimony from the surviving audience members who survived said that this was his 100th game in this illegal arena... After the game, he could regain his freedom and get a lot of money. Therefore, his opponent was three mixed-race species, holding weapons, and he was bare-handed. Almost all the audience thought he would lose," Mo Qiuran pondered, "Is it because the opponent was too strong that he had to use the spirit too much in order to survive and finally couldn't control himself?"

"Even if it is really pushed to an uncontrollable level, it will never fall at such a speed. Judging from the situation on the scene and the testimony, he was completely deadpooled when he was out of control... unless his bloodline is very high." Tang Zi shook her head, "There must be a problem in this... But the purpose of this is to solve him, just leave the rest to others, and have a specialty in the profession."

About twenty minutes later, the two of them went directly to the end of the trip along the path opened up by violence.

The lush and dense thick trees were torn apart by people from near the ground, and then threw them aside. The trunks piled up and blocked the surroundings, leaving only one exit. At first glance, it looked like an open-air arena. Clear scratches appeared on the remaining stumps in the middle clearings, which illustrate the method used by people who do this - hand tearing!

What kind of strength and hardness is that?

It is not an exaggeration to say it is steel bars and iron bones!

Mo Qiuran nodded to Tang Zi and walked in.

In the middle of the open space, a ragged man was sitting on a tree stump, holding a photo, looking at it in a daze. Half-length hair was blocked, and his face was not visible, but the exposed skin had already turned black and even had vaguely raised like scales!

It was not until Mo Qiuran walked into the arena and was less than twenty meters away from him that he put the photo in his arms, stood up, and looked at Mo Qiuran. Under his messy long hair like a beast, his lit golden eyes were like two bright gas lamps!

“?????????????????????????”

The person who saw the visitor was a young man. Basong frowned, lowered his head again, turned his back and asked, his hoarse and low voice sounded like a wild beast at first.

"Uh...what are you talking about?" Mo Qiuran caught off guard. He thought he would rush up directly when he saw him coming to Basong, but it seemed that he still had the consciousness to communicate?

"Chinese? What are the Chinese doing here?" Basong was stunned and switched language.

"I'll go, uncle, you still know Chinese? It's amazing!" Mo Qiuran exclaimed.

"Because when I was doing business at home in the past, many Chinese tourists..." Basong replied subconsciously, shaking his head halfway through his words. Why is it time to talk about such things now?

"You leave here immediately and go find the military people," Basong said, "Tell them to let them cover this place with the most powerful firepower...I can't hold on for too long, I can feel the desire for flesh and blood... Let them kill me! Otherwise, I will sooner or later become that devil-like monster!"

"I am a military member, and I am ordered to come and end you." Mo Qiuran said with a slight look on his eyes.

"You?" Ba Song frowned, as if he wanted to turn around, but he didn't dare, as if he was afraid that after turning around, he would not be able to help but do something when he saw Mo Qiuran's appearance, "I'm not kidding!"

"Basong, a native of Jiase Songwen County, Thailand, was 37 years old. He used to do a travel business at home. He didn't know when he woke up his bloodline and entered the arena... Until he accidentally went crazy that day, the information provided by Thailand was this. Maybe you can give me some other supplements," Mo Qiuran said. "The affairs of mixed-race can only be ended by mixed-race. With your Word Spirit Bronze Deadpool, it may even block the frontal attack of ordinary missiles after it becomes a Bronze Deadpool."

"... Are you the same thing as me?" Basong finally couldn't help but turn around when he heard this, and his golden eyes, like a gas lamp, looked directly at Mo Qiuran.

"It's almost the same." Mo Qiuran calmly started to husky intervene into the wolf pack again, that is, to use Kyo Kusanagi's projection to enchant the eyes... I have to say that it looks really similar at first glance.

"I can't control my instinct. I will definitely fight back at such a close distance." After seeing Mo Qiuran's eyes, Basong seemed to have been sent to an impact. His breathing began to gradually become thicker. The golden pupils in his eyes became brighter and the scales on his body became more and more obvious, as if it was a reaction from his body's instinct. So he turned around again. After a few deep breaths, the dragon-changing characteristics of his body seemed to be weaker. "You must make sure you can kill me, otherwise I don't know what I will do!"

"No hurry," Mo Qiuran asked, "You don't look like such an irritable person. You are still thinking about others at this time, why did you suddenly become like this?"

"...A medicine, Songpa, injected me with a stimulant. He said that he had put all his money on me, so that he could make a lot of money and I could leave successfully." Basong said calmly, "I exploded during the duel. In the past, I could control the power I used... But at that moment that heat surged throughout my body, and my body was completely out of my control... and turned into a demonic beast! I saw everything I did with my own eyes... but I could do nothing!"

"Songpa...is the boss of the arena, the one who changed his name to Hardy Chris?" Mo Qiuran frowned, "I heard that he used that kind of potion, and wanted to win the bet, but also wanted to kill you and not let you leave. Why didn't you kill him at that time?"

"I think, but I can't!" The iron-blue scales on Basong's body began to spread. After several deep breaths, there was no sign of disappearing. Instead, he stayed hard. "I want to save my wife... only he has money! I know I can't change back. If I kill him, no one will save my wife!"

"...Is it the woman in the photo?" Mo Qiuran asked silently.

"Yes." Basong gasped, but this time it was useless. The blue-gray scales on his body began to spread slowly, and the dragon blood in his body gradually began to boil uncontrollably, longing for the young flesh and blood in front of him!

"If you can trust me, give me the photo. I think that Songpa can't trust her. I can ask someone to take care of her for you." Mo Qiuran said seriously.

"Are you... serious?" Basong was stunned.

"At least I don't have to lie to you." Mo Qiuran approached, stretched out his hand, and spread his palms.

"...Okay." Basong stretched out his hand and reached into his arms. His palms were completely covered with iron-green dragon scales, and his nails had turned into sharp claw tips!

But it was this fierce and terrifying claw that took out the fragile and broken photo, carefully, without causing any damage, as if treating the most precious thing.

Basong placed it on Mo Qiuran's palm, paused for a moment and then trembled and put it back, as if he had said goodbye to the past, as if the soul on the edge of hell finally let go of his last trace of concern and fell into the abyss.

The reason why he was able to persevere until now...is it because he couldn't bear to hurt the civilians, or because of his last concern?

Mo Qiuran didn't know, nor did he want to know. At this time, he did not smile, but took his palm back and looked at the woman in the photo seriously.

It looks ordinary, but she made a person who should have fallen into a deadpool for so long that she could even control her inner desire to kill and open up a place for herself to die.

"Okay, I remember," Mo Qiuran carefully put away the photo, raised her head and looked at Basong, her words and expressions were unprecedentedly serious, "I will ask someone to take good care of her."

"...Thank you." Ba Song, who put down the last trace of concern, said with relief. He subconsciously felt that the boy in front of him was very good, probably the best person he had met in so many years.

Unfortunately, we met at such a time, such a state, and such occasions.

Destined to be a life-and-death killing!

The next moment, the speed of the spread of the iron-green scales on Basong's body increased sharply! In just a moment, it had exceeded the original speed of a hundred times!

"Kill me! Hurry!" Basong used his last trace of control to barely control his body. He hoped to create a last advantage for Mo Qiuran, because next his human soul would completely fall under the erosion of dragon blood... Falling into hell forever and transforming into an evil ghost!

However, Mo Qiuran did not move.

He just stood quietly, watching the last piece of iron-green scales covering Basong's body, and watching his mind being completely swallowed... completely, becoming a deadpool who only knows how to desire flesh and blood.

"I don't take action because you were worthy of my respect before," Mo Qiuran said softly, "I took action because you are dead. Now the only thing in front of me is a deadpool."

Unfortunately, Basong could no longer hear these words.

He, or it, rushed towards Mo Qiuran with a greedy and longing for flesh and blood!

The iron-blue dragon scales all over its body spread out and turned into sharp blades. The bones pierced from its body and turned into bone spurs. The originally thin body expanded, and the raised muscles almost broke through the constraints of the dragon scales. Among the hard dragon scales that were enough to resist missile bombing were muscles as hard as steel.

What a terrifying power that is!

Just looking at the body shape, the thin Mo Qiuran seemed to turn into a meat pie with one punch!

So, under such a fierce punch, Mo Qiuran punched.

He did not dodge, nor had the ability to use ice or flames... He just stood there and punched!

Tang Zi, who was watching the battle, had a solemn expression on her face, and her body moved slightly subconsciously. The air beside her instantly formed into frost, but the next second she stopped.

Because she believes in Mo Qiuran!

I believe he definitely didn't react!

So, the fist collided.

The explosion sound spread around with a small shock wave, stirring up a large area of ​​dust and sweeping away countless leaves and branches!

Tang Zi stared at the center of the battle.

The dust gradually dissipated, and the branches and leaves fell... The scene finally appeared in front of her.

Her pupils suddenly shrank due to shock.

One is a fist covered with iron gray dragon scales and black spurs growing, and the other is a fist that looks about the size of Deadpool's fist.

Just like the fist collision between the Hulk and the Spider, the visual gap is simply hopeless.

but……

Just like the result of the Hulk and Spider-fighting, the unbelievable thing became a fact because the two were in a stalemate!

even--

"Fist?"

Mo Qiuran exerted force and pushed the monster Deadpool's fist back. Compared to that, his thin body was even more powerful than the monster!

"I like!"
Chapter completed!