Justice is great belief, like divine law, great but not always meant to be enforced.
Lao Li is more willing to believe in his fists than his pious beliefs.
Since boxing is power, the power is as strong as the boxing is.
First there is strong punch, then there is power. Then you talk about the righteousness of the world and the morality of the world.
If you don't have a strong fist, but are just a young man with a clean life, sincerity and courage, the sewage in the rivers and lakes will splash you from head to toe, and the traps in the temple will make you fall into the bottomless abyss. What you call justice will also be turned upside down into evil.
The power that Lao Li had built in the first half of his life was no longer reliable. Along the way, he had seen too many dramas where relatives turned against each other, brothers turned against each other, and lovers turned against each other. Until now, I am alone, and the only thing I can rely on is this pair of strong fists that can't stop cutting!
The opponent in front of him was terrifyingly strong, to the point where his fists could overwhelm his power. With such strength, to all living beings, this monster is a god-like existence. In just a few seconds, this male-female, two-faced, six-armed monster had already punched Lao Li no less than a million times.
Strong punch versus strong punch!
The opponent continued to maintain pressure, and the superimposed power of the photon explosive punch formed a spatial cage, trapping Lao Li. Fan Locke's fists were everywhere, impervious to wind and rain, pressing forward step by step. With every punch, pure light force bursts out. These force forces do not directly act on Lao Li, but squeeze Lao Li's space through the air, making him unable to breathe, see the outside world, or Hear other sounds and cannot perceive the movement around him.
Lao Li was wearing the nondescript military uniform left by Lu Shaofen, looking carefree. He folded his arms over his shoulders and remained motionless. Let the opponent's fists continue to squeeze the space where you can stand. It seems easy, but in fact he is always looking for opportunities to take action. His right hand had been clenched into a fist, but he was unable to lock on Van Locke for the time being.
The space cage formed by Van Locke's photon blast fist continued to squeeze, and when he got within one meter of Lao Li's body, he finally couldn't get any closer. That was the barrier formed by the chaotic force released by Old Li. After Fan Locke's fist squeezed here, he couldn't make any further progress.
The force of chaos formed a barrier around Lao Li, and beyond the barrier was the universe that gave birth to human civilization. Within the barrier is an all-encompassing small universe belonging to Lao Li. Although there is a world of difference in size, and the energy strength is completely incomparable, in terms of material level, they are already at the same level.
"Your punches are very fast and powerful!" Lao Li stood with his arms folded, his clenching hand hidden under the armpit of his left arm, and said, "It's a pity that your punches are too fast, so although your punches are powerful, they are not powerful enough. In order to pursue the ultimate speed, you need to rely on the reaction force of the opponent. This means that each of your punches cannot hit my body with all the force. In this way, if the light energy emitted by the fist cannot blow me up, If you are injured or trapped to death, then your boxing skills will be almost meaningless."
"It doesn't matter what he's missing, as long as it can kill you, it's a good punch!" Van Locke shouted excitedly. "For me, your punching power can barely be regarded as a supplement." Lao Li continued to use the force of chaos to support himself, and said calmly: "That's why I am not in a hurry to end this battle." After a pause, Then he said: "But if I want to end it, just one punch is enough!"
"If you just said it with your mouth, you can also say that one thought can make my soul return to the star cluster." Van Locke said: "As a sub-gene creature, you are indeed powerful enough, and you can actually learn the chaos of the Bronze Guardian. Hong Lu uses itself as a furnace to evolve the power of chaos. I have never seen such an ability in millions of star clusters across the universe, at least not in sub-gene creatures."
"Subgene creature?" Old Li sneered.
"Yes, they are sub-gene creatures." Fan Locke's two faces were full of disdain, and the male and female said in unison: "No matter how far you have evolved, you are all creatures with defects in the genetic chain, and you are still from the Tianlong tribe. Sub-gene creatures, compared to the noble Angsu clan, the Tianlong clan is like filthy maggots. The purpose of creating sub-gene creatures like you is to use you as food to fill their stomachs with those ugly things that eat hair and drink blood. The sub-gene creatures created by our Angsu tribe are to cultivate strong spiritual beliefs. We do not eat people, we only absorb their spiritual power."
The Angsu people created Western humans, and the Sharks created Eastern humans. The first human beings were created by these advanced alien life forms according to their own appearance. They created humans and taught them the way to evolve, just like humans raising other animals in captivity. In the end, it's just for food. When the Sharks first created Eastern humans, they wanted to use them for food, while the Angsu tribe created Western humans to gain the power of human faith.
It turns out that the original meaning of the birth of human beings was just a group of food to be slaughtered.
"The life we have is something you humble sub-gene creatures can never imagine!" Van Locke continued proudly: "In our eyes, the short lives of you sub-gene creatures are like a group of chickens in a fence, spending their entire lives. They are busy and being harvested from birth to death. The civilization and wealth you created are worthless, and you only produce offspring to continue this sad fate until you die in the end, dedicating everything you have."
The truth is cruel, but it is the truth. The gods we humans believe in turn out to be advanced civilized life forms that regard us as food. Old Li had known a long time ago that the Sharman tribe had two original purposes for creating Eastern humans. The first was to use them as military food, and the second was to create a large amount of cannon fodder in wars. King Apocalypse is the Creator, and he keeps humans in captivity just to absorb spiritual power. In essence, it is not much different from the sharks directly cannibalizing people.
Human beings who claim to be highly civilized turn out to be nothing more than a group of ants who are busy all their lives but doing nothing in the eyes of those who are truly highly civilized. Short life is meaningless in their eyes.
"What did you mean when you said you traveled across the universe for millions of star cluster years?" Lao Li asked.
Van Locke's punches are still so fast, and his mouth is not slow at all: "The star cluster year is the way we in the Pleiades calculate time. One star cluster year is equivalent to 10,000 years of your human life, and several million star cluster years are equivalent to Compared with your tens of billions of years, and you still ridiculously think that the universe was only born 15 billion years ago. With your life of only a few dozen earth years, to measure the eternal and boundless universe, you people who are connected to the star cluster are still Idiots who have never experienced destruction are indeed humble and stupid sub-gene creatures, haha."
"What does the death of the star cluster mean?" Old Li had already found the opportunity to punch, but suddenly changed his mind. This Van Locke obviously wanted to use words to shake Lao Li's mental will, so he talked so much. But what he said was exactly what Lao Li was eager to know.
"The death of a star cluster means that the star cluster fails to evolve into a new galaxy and is divided and cannibalized by other black holes in the new universe." Van Locke said: "Since you want to know, I will fulfill your last wish. The universe is in a stacked state, and each star is in a stacked state. Stars, and even every life form, have the instinct to evolve into a new universe. In the vast universe, there are as many stars as mist, and there are countless life forms. There are only a handful of people who have the opportunity to evolve to a god-level civilization to create a new universe. , for example, the Guixu Universe is a new universe, but it is still in its infancy, and even black holes that swallow matter have not evolved. However, in the vast and boundless universe, there are many new star clusters. They are actually The new universe is relatively more mature and has already evolved the ability to devour its opponents."
The universe, the universe is time, and the universe is space.
As long as matter possesses these two qualities, it can be called a universe. It can be infinitely large or infinitely small.
If Lao Li had some enlightenment, he thought of his own cultivation and evolution, and an idea flashed in his mind. He thought that as Van Locke said, all living things can be the universe. According to this law, no matter what level of civilization life is, everyone's time And space can actually be consistent and unified. The civilization of ants is not inferior to human civilization, and human civilization is certainly not inferior to the civilizations of the Angsu and Tianlong tribes. Of course, my Lao Li's boxing will not be inferior to this turtle grandson just because I am a sub-genetic creature.
You created humans for the purpose of harvesting food. As food, do we have to accept the fate of being harvested? Lao Li thought angrily that I also have the same time and space as you. Since you can devour us, then of course we can also devour you. You can swing your fist at me, and of course I can swing my fist at you! This punch I am hitting is not you, Van Locke, but the time and space you represent.
In an instant, there were dense black lines around Lao Li's right fist. It was a terrifying scene caused by the burst of chaotic force that split time and space. He suddenly raised his chest and released a huge force field to lock the countless afterimages of Fanlock in his eyes. There was no longer a concept of his body and matter in his mind, but he thought of it as a ball of time and space. He raised his right fist and swung violently at the imaginary time and space!
PS: I’m doing some errands for others. I’ve been busy from yesterday to tonight and I’m exhausted. I’ll update it today and resume normal updates tomorrow. (End of chapter)