My Cell Prison-Chapter 2158 - 2155: Delight

Taking the "Origin Tentacles" resembling a withered tree branch from Green’s hand

Perhaps due to the ’First Chaos’ Borrowing God state,

the moment of touching this dry tentacle, a strong sense of homology spread throughout the body,

Han Dong’s thoughts were even briefly drawn back to the initial birth of the universe, the moment of first chaos... In the chaos district, chaos took physical form similar to tentacles, constantly twisting.

This tentacle is of the same age as S-01, and its intrinsic value is indescribable.

Without further ado,

he directly stuffed the entire piece into his mouth and swallowed it down,

’Melts in the mouth’

Waves of the most primitive energy spread and expanded within Han Dong’s body.

The rather unstable Borrowing God state stabilized remarkably, as if ’rooted’... The grey substance surrounding Han Dong settled completely, and his breathing became lighter. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

The "Tree of Truth" branded on his back also emitted a chaotic glow.

"Holy crap! What kind of supreme supplement is this..."

The devouring of the origin tentacles instantly brought Han Dong back to peak condition.

What he didn’t know was,

the origin tentacles weren’t like this during the birth of the universe... but underwent countless epochs of sedimentation, and were nurtured and tended to by the chaos master, resulting in its current form.

Its value is beyond estimation,

Initially, when Grey received the title of [First Chaos], he only got one origin tentacle as a reward and keepsake.

Crack~ Han Dong twisted his neck left and right,

Breathe~ taking a deep breath,

then gently stroked the canine mane on his right arm with his left hand, "Count, are you ready... we have to do it again."

The Count offered no response,

all its eyes locked onto Goodman, who was extremely dangerous.

Han Dong finally turned to Green beside him,

"Thank you... this tentacle really helped a lot.

By the way, Green, your weapon?"

"Are you referring to ’Miss Lyle’? During the coronation, she’s completely merged into my body... becoming ’Nails’."

Green was eager to show Han Dong his new sharp, black nails, as if he’d just come from a nail salon.

It’s worth mentioning,

the newly crowned Green seemed to return to the original.

His body became quite simple, without any exaggerated structures,

even the abyss holes covering his body became extraordinarily transparent,

just by observing with the demon eye, Han Dong couldn’t evaluate Green’s current real strength.

Even Goodman, who reached a new level in the ’Brain surface’, could only observe data marked [?].

"Green, let’s go."

Han Dong was about to execute the highly agile Lotus Step used in the previous battle,

but Green suddenly held his shoulder.

"Nicholas, why rush... opponents like these are not easily encountered.

Follow my steps, let’s savor this delicacy before us slowly."

Green placed his hands into the holes on either side of his thighs, just like putting them in his pockets,

casually strolling toward Goodman.

Throughout, maintaining a normal walking pace,

since Green expressed his stance, Han Dong could only match his pace accordingly... the fused demon sword suspended by his side.

When they had covered half the distance,

Goodman, holding a crowbar in one hand and a briefcase in the other, approached them simultaneously, just like an office worker, with synchronous steps.

Seeing this,

Green cracked his wide mouth open, his pierced tongue hanging to the left side,

"Is he really coming toward us proactively? Without considering the disadvantageous situation of 1V2?

Quite a brave formidable enemy indeed."

Han Dong advised beside him:

"Green, be careful of his right-hand crowbar... that thing can overturn physical laws, ignoring truth’s constraints.

Moreover, any target he attacks will have its life value displayed as a ’Blood Bar’, and once it hits zero, it will result in forced death."

"Yes, noticed!

That stick looks very hard, hitting the body must be painful... Moreover, is there a forced death method?

How about this, Nicholas slow down your pace a bit, let me experience his attack."

"Okay."

Han Dong didn’t say much, gradually slowing his steps, while making other considerations in his mind.

Thus,

Green and Goodman, walking at a normal pace, finally met in the center, within a meter from each other.

Green examined Goodman up and down with his abyss eye pupils,

"Hmm! Indeed different, especially the intensity emanating from your brain, comparable to some parts of the terminal master of S-01.

I’m glad I came, but what’s with that halo on your head?"

Facing Green’s curious question,

Goodman responded with ’Crowbar Strike.’

From Goodman’s analytical perspective, for Green, who has zero intelligence on various information, attack feedback is the most direct and efficient way to gather information.

Clang!

Even though Green quickly attempted to dodge, he was precisely hit at the temple... the side of his head was even dented.

However,

Green remained standing, only his head tilted, his body slightly inclined from the strike,

Also,

Due to the attack, the "Blood Bar" structure was generated above Green’s head.

The recent attack reduced the Blood Bar by 1/6.

Strangely, the Blood Bar above Green’s head shimmered with a greyish, chaotic hue, something even Goodman was seeing for the first time.

The strike didn’t yield much useful intelligence,

Green remained a mass of data composed of a lot of [?] to him.

However, Green seemed to take pleasure in being hit.

"Oh? Did you completely predict my dodging direction just now... It feels so familiar.

The first time I faced the Pope, that guy also predicted my moves in various ways.

I suggest you put a bit more effort into it, I can still take it!"

As soon as he finished speaking,

Another strike aimed at his head swung towards him,

Green tried to dodge, his head even flashed with afterimages... Clang! He still couldn’t avoid it, directly striking his skull vertically.

However,

This time, the strike was 1-2 millimeters off the centerline,

Reducing the Blood Bar by [1/5].

Green was struck into a forward lean, his entire face smeared onto Goodman’s suit.

"Ouch! I felt something there!

Just now... I really felt something!

I’m really sorry, I got your clothes dirty."

Green laughed excitedly, patting the dust off Goodman’s suit.

The crowbar swung for the third time.

This time, Green no longer dodged in advance,

But at the instant the crowbar touched his body, a pulsing impact generated from the abyss within his body, causing an ultra-fast instantaneous shift.

Clang!

Still hit, but it mostly just grazed his waist and abdomen.

Green’s body twisted and contorted from the hit, reducing the Blood Bar by [1/6]

His expression was extremely mad, exclaiming with excitement:

"That’s it!

I’ve finally recaptured that feeling from back then... recaptured that tense and thrilling sense of extremity!

To deal with foresighted people like you, I must pinpoint the ’critical point’ between hit and miss.

The stronger you are, the closer this critical point is to [0]

As long as I can dodge at this point, I can surely avoid the attack.

What an extremity~ a strong figure like you gives me too little reaction time... but my "Blood Bar" is already more than half gone, this sense of impending death should force out some of my survival instincts.

Come on, Mr. Gutdemoning, use all your might to strike me dead!"

Goodman ignored Green’s madness, his face cold, collecting data to the greatest extent possible.

He didn’t care what Green realized; he only needed to know that the target’s Blood Bar was diminishing.

The crowbar in his hand swung out with full force along the best path derived from his brain’s foresight and analysis,

Hit position - [right waist and abdomen]

As predicted,

The crowbar hit... but at the moment of impact,

Whoa!

Like a special sonar diffusing in deep space, a sound emanated from within Green.

Green’s body instantly dodged; the area of the waist and abdomen that was hit twisted 180°, performing an exaggerated bending down action.

Simultaneously counterattacking Goodman with a thrust of his palm, five fingers thrusting out.

The crowbar that should have struck Green’s waist and abdomen brushed past his skin, missing its mark

Drip drip!

Blood dripped down,

In an exceedingly exaggerated twisting, complete bending down dodging posture, Green delivered a perfect upward palm thrust, completely penetrating Goodman’s jaw.

Unfortunately,

Goodman’s brain structure seemed quite different, possessing a special protection layer or mysterious force field; Green’s palm was restricted outside, failing to touch the brain area.

Even Green’s fingernails resonated with a hum.

"What a special brain defense structure, I couldn’t pierce through.

Come on again! Mr. Gutdemoning, it’s truly a pleasure to duel with you."