The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

Under the heavy breathing, Passat let out a low roar. His deformed and swollen right arm was raised again and swung down from top to bottom. The target was Jing'an who was standing in front of him.

"Sir, I think you should calm down..."

What responded to him was a muffled and splashing slate debris—the slate that was instantly crushed and cracked spread out like a spider web, and obvious vibrations came from the feet, overflowing with a sense of aggression called ‘violence’.

Sure enough... After the violent emotional fluctuations, did you become irrational?

[Hint: Pollution of evolutionary pathways means that mutants in this category have distorted their evolutionary pathways due to their refusal to evolve or for other reasons. Its host will change its temperament greatly due to cell mutation and collapse, and even break away from the human form and become an indescribable monster]

In fact, once officially entering the sequence path, everyone is equivalent to embarking on a ‘one-way lane’ that cannot be turned back.

Behind is the cliffs and cliffs, and on the left and right are the mists of the sky.

Cells and bodies that are mutated due to materials will certainly give people a powerful force. But at the same time a fatal defect was induced-the extreme need for evolution of organisms.

Perhaps because of the most complex structure of human beings, this type of problem will hardly appear in other evolutionary beasts.

After the evolutionary path of the level is explored to the extreme, the cells and tissues eager to evolve again will automatically deform, which will cause different degrees of pollution.

And the solution is not complicated, except for finding the corresponding material in time and proceeding with orthodox advancement.

Only resignation is left.

Give your life to your body, and pray that your instinct can find a way to survive in this path of death.

Moderate pollution, which means that Passat has been waiting for this critical point for a long time. Through the containment of drugs and other methods, the dismantling of the cell's cravings and the spreading of decades of accumulation are the "achievements" that appeared in front of Jing'an at this time.

And this is also one of the reasons why Jing'an chose to go to Diamond City.

Passat's moderate pollution still has the possibility of a turnaround.

It's just... I don't know if Passat still understands what others are saying in this situation.

Even though he had some psychological preparations, seeing the fleshy figure swelling again, becoming stronger and more deformed, Jing'an's heart could not help but abrupt.

Like a monster of this size, you can never face it head-on...

"How can I stop him?"

[Hint: There is no other way to contain force]

It's really easy to understand.

Jing An's eyes, who kept dodge and avoid, suddenly condensed. After confirming that there was no turning point in the matter, his strategy changed accordingly.

Bullet time, turn on.

The thought of self-suggestion jumped through the brain, like a tripping touch, which seemed to explode a bright silver light in the consciousness.

Afterwards, in Jing'an's eyes, the whole world fell into a strange sense of slowness—the rioting crowd was like a film movie that had been slowed down several times, with ridiculous and strange gestures one after another.

The falling wine glass flipped in the air, the yellow liquid collided with each other, and the white foam that stirred up slowly fell like a soft veil.

The splashed slabs slashed across Jing'an's face, and hit the wooden table beside it, and several cracks appeared like ink color.

"Five times faster... it seems a bit overkill."

The bullet time that has not yet been mastered is now just a simple right or wrong question, and Jing'an can only choose yes or no.

After becoming proficient in the future, Jing'an can selectively switch between one to five times the speed.

"Forget it, let's finish it quickly."

The accelerated body function takes effect at this time, only the beating of the next thought, the amount of information has been sorted out in one second. Jing'an, who was still able to move freely, simply adjusted to it, and stepped forward a few steps.

Time is pressing, business matters.

After evading the slow right uppercut like an old man stretched out and kicked his leg, Jing An walked around Passat's right rear, took a breath, and clenched his right fist.

Control the power and shoot with one blow.

In the slowing world, Jing'an's fist made a sudden and extremely breaking wind.

The touch between the fist bones and the back of the head spread to her heart, and Jing An ended the bullet time in a timely manner.

bump!

There was a thunderous explosion, which instantly overwhelmed the tumult of voices and riots, demonstrating an incomparable sense of existence, and at the same time attracted the attention of everyone present.

Afterwards, they saw the Roshan, which looked like an absurd tyrant, fell back and flew away.

Passat's head turned upside down, rubbing all the way on the ground, making a sour and painful noise, then straight forward, overthrowing the tables, chairs and benches until the side wall stopped.

At the same time, tiredness surged like a tide. Jing'an maintained the posture of punching, and his expression still maintained a reserved appearance, but the vest had been wetted with sweat, even soaked.

The tingling sensation from the fist bone to the forearm was even worse, Jing An forced to endure the grinning pain, and asked softly in his heart.

"System, how can this hurt so much... The ability I just used has only been three seconds at most, right?"

[Hint: The host can think like this: Put five punches together with all your strength, this is the price you need to bear now]

One time without leaving a hand, it still needs to accumulate energy and adjust the state to make a full punch.

Five consecutive shots, even the empty swing that does not hit the target can also cause muscle soreness. Not to mention the current situation.

Knowing the reason, Jing'an had to acquiesce to this fact.

He slowly retracted his posture, and turned his body obscurely, so as not to let others see his back and slightly trembling right hand.

Still need to continue to exercise, familiar with the ability.

Seeing the shocking bloodstain on the ground, Jing'an's brows began to beat slightly unconsciously. He blinked and continued to ask softly.

"System, he won't be beaten to death by me..."

[Hint: Useless worry, the mutants of the beast pathway all have a strong physical foundation, and the separation of organs and vitals is different from ordinary people, and they will never die because of the host’s five times the punch power]

The organs and vitals are different from ordinary people.

Just as Jing'an was thinking about this reminder carefully, a hearty laugh came from the ‘ruins’ in front of him.

Roshan collapsed in an instant.

I saw Passat, who turned over, resting his hands on the ground, revealing his **** head. The only half of his black face left him grinned towards Jing'an.

"Boy~ You really have a hand."