"Then do you know where the last king's secret base is?"

He Ao then asked.

For a moment, a thought flashed through Crowder's mind, and then he forcibly extinguished it.

But this thought has been captured by He Ao.

It is not that easy to fight against 'mind reading'.

"That's why I hate you guys who can read minds the most in my life."

Claude spat.

The 'friendliness' and 'non-fighting' shown by He Ao just now made him 'aware' that this mind-reading guy might not be that strong after all.

In fact, the psychiatrist Liming was killed by the institute before was not very strong in single combat, at least far worse than him.

Although he cannot completely resist mind reading, he has also figured out some ways to deal with mind reading in battle.

Mind-reading has a range. As long as he goes beyond this distance, he can determine his own tactics. If he frees his mind appropriately, he can use conditioned reflexes to kill the opponent before he can react.

He specially practiced a move for this purpose to form a conditioned reflex.

Although there is only one move, in a fierce battle, this move is enough.

His muscles tensed and his body retreated dozens of meters in an instant.

Claude estimated that he should be out of the range of mind reading at this moment. He raised his head and glanced at He Ao, looking at He Ao's childish face.

He Ao still made no move, still standing there watching him calmly, his eyes calm and calm.

…

This guy was still too young, and was so overwhelmed by the extraordinary power that he thought he was invincible, yet he didn't even run away.

This was obviously the boy's only chance of survival.

Claude sneered, holding the scimitar, and the faint smell of blood filled the air.

His figure suddenly turned into a blood-red phantom, rushing towards He Ao at a speed several times faster than before.

He Ao turned sideways, as if preparing to duck to the right.

Because the direction Claude is about to attack is to his left.

Normally, he could indeed dodge Claude's scimitar this time.

However, the moment Claude's figure approached He Ao, his body bent at an almost incomprehensible angle. His entire body showed a ninety-degree right angle, and he abruptly changed his attack from the left to the right.

The crescent-shaped scimitar went straight to He Ao's heart.

At the same time, another scimitar appeared in his other hand, cutting He Ao's neck, blocking He Ao's escape route.

A cruel smile appeared on Crowder's face. This was a move he had practiced for a long time and had reached perfection.

Any dodge movements that the enemy may make are all in his simulation. He uses this move not only against people who can read minds, but also against other enemies. The instinctive conditioned reflex of the body is faster than the change of moves in thinking.

He paid enough attention to He Ao, so he didn't hold anything back and directly used his strongest killing move.

So far, no one has survived this move.

This will be a killer!

The young man in front of me is completely dead!

He Ao calmly stared at the scimitar that was digging into his heart. He mobilized the strength of his body and concentrated it on his right foot. Then he suddenly raised his knee and kicked Claude in the lower abdomen.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment. The huge impact caused the concrete floor under He Ao's left foot to suddenly shatter, but his body did not move at all.

Claude, on the other hand, froze, hunched over like a cooked lobster, and flew backwards, hitting a wall at the end of the alleyway, smashing the wall into pieces.

He Ao put down his right foot, turned around, and walked out of the alley.

Claude struggled to get up among the broken bricks, but the blow just now by He Ao shattered his energy gathering point. The violent energy was destroying all the tissues in his body. In the end, his hand

Slowly hanging down, the body remained motionless.

Landslide and tsunami:7\/5

Ho walked back to the street.

He was able to kick Claude to death, and there was also the factor of Claude being too powerful.

The blood-red form of Claude should have a certain degree of physical immunity. It is not easy to kill him in normal state. Even using a bone sword will take a lot of effort.

But when he bent his body, the energy flow in his body changed, and the energy gathering points hidden in his body emerged on the surface of his body.

This allows He Ao to directly attack his energy gathering point without the use of weapons, which in turn makes He Ao's attacks easier.

With the death of Claude, the placed marks returned to He Ao's mind. Two of his three marks are still cooling down.

…

Both of these marks have been used in the dungeon world to modify the B-level selection.

At this time, He Ao also sensed the cooling time of these two marks, and there were still 7 hours left.

Theoretically, the cooldown time for modifying the B-level selection should be one month, but He Ao's previous guess was correct. The repair of the soul will indeed significantly shorten the cooldown time of the mark.

After he returned from the dungeon world, while his soul was enhanced, the cooldown time of the mark was also shortened by at least four-fifths.

While thinking about it, He Ao returned to the tavern. The boss had already placed the prepared cocktail on the counter and looked at He Ao with a smile, "Your 'Prince Ronnie', of course, you can also call him the Warrior's Wine.

"

He Ao raised the cocktail and asked softly, "Does Prince Ronnie still come to your place to drink often?"

"Prince Ronnie hasn't been here for many years," the boss smiled. "He left Ruodan and I don't know where he went."

"It's also possible that he returned to Ruodan, but didn't come back to drink."

He Ao raised his wine glass and chuckled.

"He once said before he left that if he came back, he would come here to drink as soon as possible,"

The boss picked up the cleaning cloth and wiped the wine utensils, and said with a calm smile, "He is a man of his word."

He Ao glanced at the boss's face, raised the wine glass in his hand, and drank the bright liquid in it.

A pungent feeling like fire exploded in his throat, making him feel like he was back on the battlefield in an instant.

He put down his glass and smiled, "Good wine!"

He put the money for the drink under his glass and left the tavern.

The tavern owner looked at He Ao's back disappearing into the street and took back his wine glass.

Good wine goes with heroes.

——

The evening sunlight shines on the remote clinic.

He Ao sat on an old chair and looked at the two thin men opposite him with a smile who were fixed on the medical chair. After Lei Cheng's 'rescue', the two men finally woke up at the end of the day.

Came over.

Then Lei Chengcheng immediately contacted He Ao and asked him to come over.

And He Ao has been here for a while listening to the two people talking about their experiences.

"So you want to break in and steal something?"

He glanced at the two of them and asked softly.

"yes······"

The scar-faced man lowered his head, not daring to look at He Ao.

Although He Ao was smiling at the moment and his face was childish, he looked gentle and harmless under the warm sunshine. He looked like a good and law-abiding person.

But the scene in the building that night has been deeply engraved in his soul.

And it became the main source of nightmares during his coma.

"Approximately how long did it take for you to dig in? When did that yard start to have few people coming in and out?"

He Ao asked in a low voice.

"I can't remember," another skinny man replied,

"We live the same life every day, falling asleep when we are tired, and then being squeezed awake by that woman, repeating these days over and over again.

"I can only estimate that the time we dug in was six or seven days ago? And about two days before we dug in, almost no one came out of the yard. Only a few people came in during the day, and almost no one came in at night.

people."

…

"It should be," the scarred man seemed to recall some horrific memory, and continued, "We don't have the habit of looking at the time, but it was about that time that we turned in and got lost in the fog. When we woke up again

, I went to bed. I used to weigh more than 190 pounds..."

He Ao glanced at him and saw that this guy weighed more than ninety pounds at most.
To be continued...