Chapter 152 It’s Definitely Not because I Can’t Hit the Target

Humans "copied" by the mind space can freely extend the length of their mind abilities without the burden of "constraints and oaths".

Under this premise, they can also have the same combat qualities as the "original body"...

This is the fundamental reason why Kangzai was beaten up.

Fortunately, the mind strength of the replica is at the same level as Moyu at this stage.

Otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous.

Qiduo even felt that if Moyu copied by the "mind space" was at the level of a few years later, Kangzai might have been lying dead by now.

"Kangzai."

She quickly glanced at Kangzai's arm, and the wound was not as serious as she had imagined.

Sure enough, with the current mind strength of this counterfeit, even if the ability is weird and strange, the lethality is indeed not strong.

This is not as difficult as expected.

"Are you sure you want to solve it alone?"

Because of this sudden change, Qiduo had to confirm Kangzai's wishes again.

To be honest, this situation certainly requires her to collect intelligence on one side and guard against potential threats from another created thing.

But when the fake showed enough ability to hurt Kangzai, Qiduo thought it was necessary to adjust the strategy according to the changing situation.

"I don't need help."

The look of astonishment on Kangzai's face slowly faded, replaced by a rare serious expression.

The Moyu clone cut off one of his arms, but still stared at Kangzai without changing his expression.

Seeing Kangzai just standing there, the Moyu clone raised his intact left hand and immediately stabbed it into his abdomen.

Puff!

The palm was completely immersed in the abdomen, and a large amount of blood spurted out from the base of the palm.

During the whole process, Moyu didn't even move his eyebrows.

At the same time.

Kangzai's abdomen inexplicably shed blood, and instantly dyed his clothes red.

Even if this wound that appeared out of thin air was covered by clothes, Kangzai could confirm one thing.

That is, compared with the wound of the Moyu fake that sent the whole palm into the abdomen, the injury on his abdomen was nothing at all.

Injury to oneself, 1,000, injure the enemy 300.

This is probably the ability that the Moyou fake is using.

"So disgusting."

Kangzai felt from the bottom of his heart...

This disgusting ability is simply the nemesis of the reinforcement system.

And this duel is torture for him.

But it is precisely because of this that he cannot lose to a mere fake.

Otherwise, if he meets Moyou in the future, he will probably not be able to raise his head.

"Use whatever means you have. As long as you show a flaw (excessive self-harm)..."

Kangzai is not afraid of the damage that is fed back to his body through the air. He stares at the fake in front of him and says coldly: "I will tear off your face."

After being hurt by the Moyou fake, Kangzai calmed down instead.

But he really doesn't want to see Moyou's face again.

If it's just a face in this case...

Why can a fake be like the original owner, no matter when, where, or what the situation, always so calm, as if all the problems in front of him are not worth mentioning.

Kangzai has always been in conflict with the word "calm".

"Although he is just a copy of Kester, I still want to ask..."

Qiduo looked at Kangzai's back with strange eyes, and asked in a calm tone: "Why do you want to tear off his face?"

"!"

Hearing Qidu's question, Kangzai's neck suddenly bulged with blue veins, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Is this question important!!!"

"It's not important, I'm just curious."

Qiduo's tone was still so calm that there was no wave.

But the more she was like this, Kangzai always felt that her question was implying himself.

For example, jealous of Moyu's handsomeness...

Pah.

I really just don't want to see the fake's calm reaction when he has started to self-harm.

"Shhh--"

With a sudden slight sound, a wound appeared on Kangzai's neck.

Just when he was talking to Qidu, Moyu's copy gave him substantial damage by self-harming.

It seems that he wants to add wounds to his body through this gradual self-harm.

Then, he would be worn to death by the accumulated damage.

This was a foreseeable result.

However, Kangzai did not care too much.

This ability to transmit damage through the air could indeed bypass his defense strength and cause substantial damage to him.

But unfortunately...

"In front of my 'Tiger Stripes', this damage is not enough, you stinky fake..."

Kangzai looked at the fake's performance coldly.

As long as it was not fatal, no matter how much damage the fake caused him, he could recover the injury through the enhanced healing power of the "Tiger Stripes".

So since the fake showed his ability, he has no intention of attacking until now.

"This is called tactics."

"Yes, it is tactics!"

"It is definitely not because of some other messy reasons!"

Kangzai affirmed his tactical plan in his heart.

The way of blowing up the enemy with one punch is still a little bit lacking.

Now, he can make this fake lie down without doing anything.

This is called winning the battle with the brain, which can reflect the diversity of a strong man.

On top of the bus.

Qido frowned as she looked at Kangzai, who had no intention of taking action.

She didn't know Kangzai's ability.

In this situation, she was more worried that Kangzai would change his mind because he "couldn't hit" the Moyu fake.

That could be worse.

Mind space B.

Moyu and Piyon stepped into this place.

The sound of fighting from the distant street never stopped.

"It's so lively."

Piyon placed his right palm horizontally in front of his forehead, looking at the smoke rising in the distance.

A closer look revealed that there was a faint space crack under the cover of the smoke.

"Huh?"

Piyon exclaimed in surprise, "It seems that the passage of this mind space has also been penetrated, no wonder it's so lively."

"..."

Moyu also noticed the space crack hidden in the smoke, but didn't say anything, but looked at the surrounding environment.

In silence, he released the shadow in the two-dimensional state and went to the battle circle to detect the situation first.

Standing here, although he could clearly feel the ominous aura coming from afar, what he was more concerned about now was...

Where did his telepathic copy go?

At this moment.

On a boulevard in the city center, nearly a hundred people were fighting.

In addition, there were all kinds of strange derivatives, including huge deformed creatures and moving mechanical objects.

With such a chaotic battle, it was no wonder that there was a huge noise.

Moyu's copy came here, and his gray eyes stared at a cloaked man who was closest to him.