Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

Chapter 144 The Environment Follows the Heart

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The second time he entered the illusion array, Ma Zhan used Katyusha to cover Mr. Eight with firepower.

Because the illusion array was too small, he was almost blown to death.

Coming out of the illusion array, Mr. Ba said excitedly.

"This is so fucking exciting, bro, what else do you have... 'Technology'... Open my eyes."

Ma Zhan was somewhat helpless, 'This is a masochist.

I was fine after the fight in that secret place, but the pain from the injury was no less severe.

Ma Zhan forced a smile. He was still a little dizzy from being affected by his own firepower.

However, seeing how eager this masochist was, and based on the principle that not taking advantage would mean suffering a loss, Ma Zhan decided to get something from Mr. Ba.

“Well, Mr. Eight, you can do it again.

But, can you tell me what this illusion is about?"

After two attempts, Ma Zhan felt that the environment was like a personal domain, which was very powerful.

When this question was mentioned, Mr. Ba acted a little embarrassed, with a chubby face, and spoke in a somewhat conflicted manner.

“Well…actually, this illusion is in my mind.

To put it simply, I created the scene in my mind."

"Oh my god, Yiyin..."

Ma Zhan was stunned. What kind of incredible ability was this?

Mr. Ba's fat face turned red.

"Please don't say... so harshly, okay?"

"hey-hey..."

Ma Zhan smiled obscenely, "Then... Mr. Ba, have you ever pulled a beautiful woman into the illusion and done something unspeakable?"

"Okay, shut up... Do you still want to know the secret of the illusion?"

Mr. Ba seemed to recall something happy and painful.

Ma Zhan gave him an expression that every man understood.

"Yes, yes, sir, please tell me quickly."

Mr. Eight snorted coldly, like a brat, and then said, "This spiritual spring water is the tears of the phantom beast, and that fishing rod is the materialized phantom beast's brain meridian. I will temporarily merge with the phantom beast's brain meridian, and using the phantom beast's tears as a medium, I can pull you into the illusion I created."

Ma Zhan's eyes lit up, "So it's not a natural skill, so..."

"Ahem~ Mr. Eight, are there any fishing rods left?"

Mr. Ba said without hesitation: "No more"

"I can't get any more money, so why not change my thinking?"

"If I have some phantom beast tears as a backup, and I want to spar with you in the future, can I enter the phantom array at any time?" How could he let go of such a top-notch sparring partner so easily.

Mr. Ba was shocked by Ma Zhan's imagination: "No, I just used external forces to create something similar to a dream here. If it's as you said, I heard from the chief priest that a guy named Mo Meng can do it."

'What use is there to you...'

"Wait, you said...Magical Dream?" Looking at Mr. Ba's innocent big eyes, he didn't look like he was lying. Actually, there was no need for him to lie to Ma Zhan.

"Momu... and Motu, the same generation? Or the same race? Is he still alive?... Let's get through the third level first."

After letting Mr. Ba experience several rounds of modern weapons, Ma Zhan felt uncomfortable seeing that Mr. Ba was still not satisfied and his attitude was endless. "I've been playing with you for a long time, and you, a masochist, are enjoying it, but I still have nothing to show for it?"

"Mr. Eight, let's not just play around in fantasy. Show us what realm and strength you are in."

The impression Mr. Ba had of Ma Zhan was that of a harmless, silly landlord's son. No matter how one considered him, he couldn't be associated with a martial arts master.

Mr. Eight looked aggrieved: "It's because the chief priest forbade me to fight with others and only allowed me to indulge in the illusion."

"You're not a nuclear weapon." Ma Zhan chuckled. "No need to fight. Just show off your realm and open the eyes of this country bumpkin from my village."

Mr. Eight simply agreed: "Okay."

The spiritual spring, which had some ripples just now, slowly became still, and a green leaf fell from the tree and stopped in the air.

Everything you see seems to be frozen in a photograph.

Ma Zhan could clearly feel that the blood in his body had stopped flowing.

Except for the relatively normal consciousness, no part of the body is under control.

It was as if he was forced into hibernation.

But in the images transmitted back by the eyes, Mr. Eight was completely unaffected.

He walked up to Ma Zhan at a normal speed.

He made a sword-like finger with one hand and slowly pointed it at Ma Zhan's eyebrows.

At this moment, Ma Zhan was shouting wildly in his heart.

"What are you doing? What kind of magic is this?"

He won't kill me.

I don’t want to die. I haven’t enjoyed the happiness of this world yet.

Mengyao..."

Then Ma Zhan felt a chill between his eyebrows, and a chill penetrated into his brain.

Mr. Ba can turn Ma Zhan's brain into a mess with just a thought.

Within a few seconds, everything returned to normal, but to Ma Zhan it felt like a century had passed.

He squatted on the ground, breathing heavily, and asked vigilantly.

"What did you put in my head?"

Mr. Ba stared at Ma Zhan with his big innocent eyes.

“Didn’t you want to see my realm? That was it just now.

I put a trace of my martial arts in your brow, you use "technology" to fight with me, I use this trace of martial arts to exchange with you

But good brother, if you think it’s not enough, I have more.”

"Enough, enough... I didn't get killed by you, but I'll be scared to death by you again."

Ma Zhan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked weakly.

"Ninth rank in martial arts, Mr. Eight, what rank are you at?"

Mr. Ba snapped his fingers and asked innocently.

"Is martial arts the ninth level?...

Yes, I seem to have heard the chief priest say that it is the ninth rank.

I seem to be... Level 1, Level 2."

"Oh...first grade...how much?

First rank, and still in the second realm."

Mr. Ba's eardrums were hurt by the shock, and he used his chubby fingers to pick his ears.

"What are you shouting for? You scared me."

"You, how old are you..."

"I don't know either. The chief priest said that he found me when I was just learning to walk, and then he raised me for eighteen years."

At this moment, Ma Zhan suspected that this harmless fat man was the chosen one and the protagonist.

"There are four realms in the first rank. The first realm is Vajra Indestructible. What is the name of your second realm?"

Mr. Eight scratched his head. "It's called... the environment follows the mind."

The environment changes with the mind, and the "environment" here refers to the environment.

At this level, one can change from using the environment to gain combat advantage to changing the environment to gain advantage.

All living things believe in survival of the fittest, but for masters who have reached the state of "the environment changes with the mind", the environment changes because of me.

Thinking of the scene just now, Ma Zhan's heart trembled. He really underestimated this world.

Look at Mr. Ba’s simple face again, it’s creepy no matter how you look at it.

"Then, when facing someone whose realm is lower than yours, can you do the same as you did just now, leaving him no chance to resist?"

Mr. Eight scratched his head: "Not really, it's mainly because you are too weak."

Ma Zhan: "I..."