The dull vibration seemed to come vaguely from a long distance away, across deep water.
Shen Zhuo.
Wake up and think carefully.
It was as if the soul was calling out to its true self from the deepest part of its consciousness. The vibrations became clearer and more intense, until its mind suddenly woke up!
Shen Zhuo suddenly opened his eyes.
All he could see was a dark and wide space. Behind him, he should be leaning against a rough wall. He could faintly hear the explosions and roars of fierce fighting. Shen Zhuo closed his eyes and regained consciousness in a few breaths. He realized that he should have been locked up by Rong Qi with some kind of space restriction, and the outside had been breached.
A normal S-class person wouldn't be able to cause such a big commotion in Rong Qi's territory, it must be Bai Sheng.
Shen Zhuo gritted his teeth, stood up, and tried to shout, but fatigue and dehydration made his voice hoarse and he couldn't make much noise. He tried to pat the wall, but the spatial restriction did not move at all.
After everyone evolves, they can feel where their special abilities are. Shen Zhuo is very familiar with this feeling because he often takes gene interferon. As Rong Qi said before, 80% of his S-level evolution this time is on genetic intelligence, and the remaining 20% is basically on Fatal Strike to reverse the timeline; among the other four evolutionary directions, mental power has naturally reached its peak and cannot be further evolved. The pheromone is very light and has been stained with Bai Sheng's scent.
The remaining two items, muscle quality and supernatural power strength, are very limited. If they must fight with fists, there is no problem in catching Chen Miao and beating him up. But facing Yue Yang, Noda Shunsuke, and Antonio, who can't wait to take off their clothes and fight in the boxing championship, is a completely different track.
Intellectual evolution is extremely rare and precious because it will lead to a series of brain-related superpowers, but none of them are practical. Now that I am imprisoned and have to break down the wall, I am somewhat helpless.
Forget about the idea of a massive thunderbolt that would shatter the space like Bai Sheng did. Shen Zhuo pressed the wall with his fingertips, his slender brows slightly furrowed. After a moment, an idea gradually came to his mind. He took a deep breath, stepped back a few steps, stretched out his hands and opened -
The air gradually condensed, stretched, and compacted, solidifying into a huge and gorgeous translucent longbow in front of him.
B-level superpower, air pressure control.
The air pressure is changed in small increments. The smaller the change range, the greater the air pressure intensity. This places high demands on the operator's micro-operation and stability.
The sharp arrow was pulled to the limit on the string, the arrowhead was rotated and compressed with all its strength, until the arrow head condensed into a point sharper than the tip of a needle, reflected in Shen Zhuo's eyes as calm as a cold pond.
whoosh!
With a slight sound of wind chopping, the sharp arrow flew away like a meteor, and when it touched the distant wall, it turned into a stream of air and disappeared, leaving only a tiny white mark.
Shen Zhuo's face was as gloomy as water. He kept his ten fingers steady as he drew his bow and shot the arrow again. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Countless arrows flew through the air, dazzling the eyes. Each arrow copied the same trajectory like a precisely compiled program, repeating intensive pressurization, pressurization, and again pressurization at a point smaller than the tip of a needle. After hundreds and thousands of repetitions, suddenly there was a sound, click!
A fine crack appeared on the space restriction wall.
Shen Zhuo's eyelashes didn't move at all, and he pulled the bowstring to its full length again, like a full moon, and an arrow flew out of the string -