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He had previously 'patched' his eyes in the passage and saw Hisoka's position...
He has to find Hisoka quickly, otherwise... the captain might die!
……
After a moment, there was a roar.
The elders of the Bozwa tribe controlled the stone men to destroy and seal all the entrances and exits of the cave.
"Your companions abandoned you..."
The old man looked at Long, who was surrounded by the puppets like a turtle in a jar, and spoke.
Long threw away the ritual skull in his hand like garbage, looking relatively calm.
"You can be resurrected... because of the sacrifice. The rules of the sacrifice are that your death is replaced by that of your tribe members. In other words, as long as all the Bozwa people outside die, you will not be able to be resurrected... and every time you are resurrected, your strength doubles... because the ritual has given you some kind of ability."
Long took a deep breath and said, "Although I have deduced that it is a ritual, after all, I can only see a small part of the rules and truth. It is not complete."
The surrounding stone men were under the old man's control and stopped attacking.
Because in his eyes, Long was already a mortal.
"The rules of the ceremony are born for a purpose. All rules serve the purpose... Achieving the purpose is the most important thing. I am surprised that you, an outsider, can see this." The old man said calmly: "And the purpose of this ceremony is to keep the last tribe member alive no matter what... No matter what happens, even if there are hundreds of tribe members alive, as long as the ceremony is over, only one will be left... So, we will not start the ceremony unless it is absolutely necessary."
"There are two origin insects, one is the mother and the other is the daughter. One daughter is responsible for splitting and evolving, and the other..."
"You ate the other one. The daughter worm and the mother worm have different missions and effects... The connection between sacrifice and resurrection, including the characteristics of your power evolution, is also the value of the mother worm itself. It provides you with it, not parasitism, but fusion. During the ritual, the protection you can get is absolute! Eat the mother worm, and you will be selected as the last surviving bloodline of the tribe."
Before the other party finished speaking, Long said coldly: "To be honest... If it weren't for the position and the mission, I would stand on your side... But now, I suddenly feel that... killing you is nothing..."
"Shouldn't the queen bee be given to someone younger? When the ceremony is over... can you continue the bloodline? At your age, it will be difficult to have a child, right?"
Long's tone was sarcastic.
"I am the tribe leader. I have the most comprehensive and profound understanding of the tribe's origin and history. Only I can pass on this heritage to future generations without it being lost..." The old man answered in a sonorous and powerful voice.
"Is it so difficult to admit that you want to survive? It's normal to have such selfish thoughts... Don't make excuses for yourself. There is a liar around me... So, I can tell whether you are lying or not..."
“It’s just that I suddenly felt sorry for those Bozwa people who died.”
Long's two words seemed to have uncovered the old man's veil, instantly making him furious: "You should think about yourself first!"
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Long used abdominal breathing, his internal organs were working at overload, he wanted to kill the old man again!
Then find a way to prevent it from reappearing.
He had just tried to destroy the ritual skull, but found it useless.
This thing is extremely hard and cannot be destroyed in a short period of time with his strength and mental power. It is not feasible to do anything with it.
Long thought that it was most likely related to the rules of the ceremony, and it could be easily broken after the ceremony was over.
Long's body temperature was rising, his eyes were cold, and his speed was so fast that the old man of the Bozwa tribe could not lock on him at all. He only saw a black shadow rising in front of a row of stone men, and the next second, all the puppets exploded into powder.
Several huge stone men either slapped or punched down, but all missed.
The man's fighting power has reached a level that can crush everything in his power...
No wonder he said he wanted to kill himself.
The old man was startled by Long's performance, but quickly regained his composure.
During the ritual, he is invincible!
Can't die.
boom!
The nearby stone men followed the shadow and just as they were about to attack, their bodies exploded...
A wave of air surged in, blowing up the old man's eyebrows and hair, and there were also a lot of stones and fine powder. He continued to use his telekinesis to reassemble the broken stones, his face was calm... his body leaned back, ready to retreat.
But before he could even blink, Long's face was already less than 20 centimeters away from him...
"It's useless... If I die again with this kind of power, I can surpass you."
The old man sneered.
Long didn't say a word. He raised his hand and swung the knife down. The sharp nails swung out with amazing mobility. It was so fast that there was no trace of the attack. Only a sharp sound was heard.
Immediately afterwards, blood spurted out from the old man's neck...it was cut smoothly.
However, this blow did not cut it off...a piece of flesh was still hanging on the old man's head when he fell.
It healed at a speed far exceeding the previous times and instantly returned to its original state.
The latter's improved strength, especially the increase in telekinesis skills and energy, meant that even with the use of breathing techniques, Long couldn't kill him as easily as before.
Long had observed the difference in the speed of resurrection and self-healing.
But I didn’t expect it to be this fast.
Even if I cut off the opponent's head, it will grow back in an instant...
"Hahahahahahaha… Every time I die, my reshaping speed increases, and I am also evolving. In this ceremony, I am a god!" The old man's scattered pupils suddenly brightened up again, and he said arrogantly.
The time between death and resurrection has been infinitely shortened!
Kill the target again and the old man will be resurrected faster.
Maybe...it won’t even take a second.
In other words, I have to react in less than a second... The mental and physical recovery requires a split second of pause, just like the reconnection of a disconnected server. I just have to seize the moment when the old man's consciousness revives and kill him when his strength is weakest, so that the server will be disconnected.
The problem is that every death will speed up this time interval... now it's one second, what about the next time?
millisecond?
Or...faster than the signaling of neurons?
Can you do it yourself?
The man cannot fail during the process, as failure means death. The ritual will not end until all the Bozwa people who serve as scapegoats for the old man are sacrificed and the ceremony is over.
At least you have to kill the target nearly ten times in a row...
It’s too difficult... so difficult that it makes people despair.
A thought flashed through Hazy's mind.
But he did not hesitate, because he had no way out!
Thinking of this, Long's arm stabbed at the old man like a giant spear.
Snapped!
What happened next made Long’s mind go blank for a moment.
His wrist was tightly grasped by the old man.
"You just killed me..." A sinister tone came into his ears. When he looked up, he saw the old man's hideous face like a devil.
With a click, the old man exerted force on his hands, and Long, who had always been confident in the strength of his flesh and blood, was defeated for the first time.
His thoughts...his martial art, Iron Shirt, was as fragile as a piece of white paper.
It was easily breached and broken!
The old man's strength has increased at least tenfold, each evolution is more terrifying than the last, and... it's comprehensive.
Crush...purely crush.
Without any skills or means, at this moment, Long judged that... in terms of pure physical strength, the opponent was far beyond him.
Before he could come to his senses, he felt dizzy.
There was no pain, no information feedback, and no ability to process...his brain was like it had stopped working, like a host computer with its power source unplugged.
The body just trembled...
He seemed to have become an ordinary person.
I heard a cracking sound in my ears...
His eyes subconsciously glanced towards his chest, and his thoughts... were dissipating.
The chest was not pierced by the old man's fist, but it was deflated as if it were mud hit by a stone.
Something was coming out of his eye sockets...same with his mouth and nose.
Is it blood?
I must be in a very awkward state now...
Can't... be seen by that guy Hisoka...
At this moment, a series of absurd and funny thoughts emerged in his rigid brain...not fear or panic of death.
"You're right! I just want to live... People are selfish. If I really have blood, I can go to the royal city to find that bastard king. Although I will die after the ceremony... The Bozwa tribe will no longer exist, but at least we have succeeded in revenge! But... that is something only a fool would do. I can still live for a long time..."
The old man grabbed Long's broken arm, lifted him up and dragged him in front of him.
Looking at his gradually weakening breath, he looked pleased.
Even though they were very close, Long could no longer hear what the former was saying... He could only vaguely feel that there was an arrogant face swaying before his eyes.
The Hunter world is really too dangerous...
I have achieved so much...but it’s still not enough. I have obviously tried very hard.
So... this is what death feels like. I should be very afraid of death, but why am I not panicking at all now?
As a time traveler, I failed miserably...
When he was on the verge of death, Long was still mocking himself.
"I can be resurrected after I die, can you? People always have to pay the price for their ignorance and recklessness!"
Suddenly, as if a last ray of light had come to him, his five senses suddenly became clear.
He heard the last words the old man, who had been honking, said to him.