Pharaoh roared and rushed towards Masha.
Masha opened his mouth and uttered an ancient Egyptian curse, but it was of no use.
—Wait, isn’t this a scene about fighting with mouth cannons?
As a result of this delay, Pharaoh threw Masha to the ground and choked him.
According to the fighting skills that Masha learned from his father, being choked by the neck is very disadvantageous and he must find a way to get rid of it as soon as possible.
but……
——I am just a soul now, and my body is still breathing well on the other side of the earth. It’s no use for you to choke me!
Masha firmly believed this, so he didn't feel any difficulty in breathing at all, and was as normal as ever.
He punched Pharaoh continuously, hitting him on the temple.
Being choked by the neck from the front will make you completely defenseless. If someone hits you hard on the temple, you won't be able to block it or dodge it. It's actually quite passive.
According to the fighting techniques taught by Ma Zili, the neck should be grabbed from behind.
Pharaoh was hit continuously by Masha. At first, he insisted on strangling Masha's neck, which made Masha think that Pharaoh also used the trick of "I am a spiritual body" and turned on "physical damage immunity". But when Masha hit him ten times, Pharaoh was knocked off Masha and fell to the side.
Pharaoh stood up and confronted Masha who also stood up: "Why are you okay when your neck is choked?"
Masha stretched his neck and deliberately made a crackling sound. "It's simple. Only humans are afraid of suffocation. After becoming a magician, I deeply felt one thing: the human body has its limits, so I transformed myself."
This is nonsense!
Complete nonsense!
But Masha is already an experienced liar. When he said this, his tone and expression were extremely accurate and full of authenticity.
The Pharaoh laughed loudly: "Sure enough, this is the usual routine of you magicians! You are like this, and he is like this! It seems that you can't use your witchcraft here, so let me teach you, the magician, how real men fight!"
Pharaoh said this and took up his stance.
——Is it Egyptian boxing? Wait, what kind of boxing is there in Egypt? I have never heard of it!
Masha looked carefully at Fan Lao's posture. The basic "form" was similar to that of military boxing, but the posture was really strange.
——Forget it, never mind. Anyway, I’m learning my dad’s fighting style, which is a combination of the strengths of various schools and emphasizes practical operations and flexible adaptability.
——When the enemy comes, we will fight back with soldiers; when the water comes, we will block it with earth. Just respond to each move with counterattack.
Pharaoh attacked, his steps as fast as lightning, and he was in front of Masha in an instant.
——Could people in the past have made such rapid progress?
Masha was shocked.
Then he got punched in the face.
He suffered a strong mental shock.
——That’s for sure. Although the rules of attack are different, this world is indeed a spiritual world, and the damage suffered is all spiritual damage.
——This is good for me.
Isn't it every mage's dream to use intelligence to defend against physical attacks?
Masha was hit several times in a row.
Although each mental shock was far less intense than when fighting against the black fog, Masha suddenly remembered that his spirit had been away from his body for such a long time and was relatively weak.
These attacks put a considerable strain on Masha's spirit.
Pharaoh laughed loudly: "Hahaha! You overestimated your own capabilities! I will tear your spirit into pieces and take back what belongs to me! Then I will find the descendants of that traitor and kill them all!"
Masha's reaction gradually caught up with the Pharaoh's speed. While dodging and parrying, he began to "chat": "Why, it seems that the great Pharaoh has been betrayed by his own men."
"Hmph, it's okay to tell you. That traitor murdered me. I guess he also used his position to modify the resurrection ceremony I prepared for myself! Judging from my condition after resurrection, he must have made my flesh into a cage, imprisoned my soul, and made me serve as his magic beacon!"
"But you came back to life," Masha said. "Isn't that strange?"
"Because I had a backup plan. My golden coffin was not handled by him. I left a safety barrier on the coffin! That guy must not have noticed it! He always thinks he is the smartest person and looks down on his opponents. He is probably careless!"
"That's it."
Masha pretended to be calm, but actually chatting was useless, Pharaoh's attack was still fierce and fast, making him exhausted from parrying.
However, Masha found that his mental strength seemed to be gradually recovering.
——It seems that because I found a point of attachment, the exhaustion caused by existing in the world without the physical body just now has gradually recovered.
Masha continued to defend, and although he looked very embarrassed, the impact of each blow he suffered was actually decreasing.
"I didn't expect you to be so resilient, wizard of the northern barbarians!" Pharaoh praised, "But I want to see how long you can hold out!"
In a flash, he began to attack Masha at an extremely fast speed, with fists falling like raindrops!
"Ola Ola Ola!"
Masha shouted reflexively: "Muda Muda Muda!"
After a passionate fight, Masha felt that Pharaoh's attacks no longer had any harm to him.
Suddenly, he stopped defending and used his chest muscles to block Pharaoh's attack.
After hitting a few times, Pharaoh realized that something was wrong, so he stopped attacking, quickly distanced himself, and looked at Masha who was unharmed.
"how is this possible?"
"How is it impossible?" Masha shrugged. "You were able to hurt me just now because my soul has been out of my body for too long, so the strength of my soul is very low. Now, you can't break my defense. Speaking of which, when I was fighting with the other part of your soul, it posed a much greater threat to me."
"You really have taken my divine power from me!"
"Yes." Masha spread his hands, "It turned to ashes in my hand, and the gem representing the entry has become my property. I am afraid that my soul is so strong now, and I can even leave my body for a short time, because I absorbed a lot of power from it."
Masha raised his hand and pointed at Pharaoh's forehead: "But, after all, that is a part of you. It's not good to be separated from you all the time, so I will accept the rest of you."
"You can tell me if you can do it!" Pharaoh roared and rushed towards Masha.
Then he hit an invisible barrier.
All Masha did was raise his hand.
"I'm sorry, I was weak just now and gave you some illusions. Now, let me teach you how to fight in the spiritual world."
Immediately afterwards, Masha began to distort the world - although this was not a dream, the principle of its formation should be similar to that of a dream.
The difference is that the subjective consciousness of the dream owner is in an inactive state, while the subjective consciousness of the owner of this world is functioning normally.
However, as long as the invader is strong enough, he can still turn the tables.
How could the Pharaoh, whose part of his soul had long been destroyed by Masha, be comparable to Masha, who swallowed part of the Pharaoh's soul?
Just now, Masha could only fight according to the rules set by the Pharaoh, simply because he was weak at that time.
Masha recreates the scene.
The whole scene becomes Hebrew style, with Masha crucifying Pharaoh.
The Pharaoh said angrily: "These...are the stuff of the Hebrews! How dare you humiliate the messenger of Amon like this!"
Masha laughed. His bad taste actually got a response from Pharaoh!
"Yes, this is the stuff of the Hebrews whom you oppressed as slaves. How about it? Do you feel humiliated?"
"you!"
"Don't worry, even if Amon himself comes, I will humiliate him in the same way. I am a scientist, and I hate gods the most."
Masha, a self-proclaimed scientist, held out his hand to the Pharaoh: "Your memory, your knowledge, now all belongs to me! Let me find out what happened in the past!"
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Chapter 546 The Real Winner (Part )
Two flowers bloom, each with its own beauty. At this time, American scientists and mercenaries at the base were staring at the mummy that suddenly stopped moving.
The mercenary captain said in a serious tone: "Don't take it lightly! Bob, aim for the neck! Break its spine! I just don't know if this thing has a spine."
While the mercenary captain was muttering, the sharpshooter named Bob pulled out the high-powered revolver using .44 caliber Magnum bullets from his waist and aimed it at the mummy's neck.
The chief scientist of the research team rushed out and shouted, "What are you doing? That is the resurrected Pharaoh, a living fossil. He holds information about the Dharma Ending Age, which will greatly deepen our understanding of the revival of spiritual energy! Kill it, you are all sinners!"
"What are you talking about, you guys who just screamed? Three of my men died and two were injured. I must make sure it can't hurt anyone again! When you can subdue it on your own, it won't be too late to tell me about the information about the Dharma Ending Age."
The mercenary captain nodded to Bob after he finished speaking.
Bob opened fire.
But the bullet hit an invisible wall in the air, it spun in vain, and then stopped completely in the air.
A young man wearing a long, light-colored trench coat and a cowboy hat entered the room.
"If it moves again, we will be responsible for suppressing it," said the young man.
The chief scientist breathed a sigh of relief: "You are finally back."
The CIA has only three expatriate psychics in Egypt. The others are either local Copts or blacks recruited from black Africa on the other side of the Sahara trade route.
The only three white people with super powers were deployed in this experimental base.
They go out for patrol every day.
The young man in the cowboy hat frowned and said, "You actually opened the coffin and resurrected this thing when none of the superpowers in the base were present."
"As you know, we just got the prophecy that the dragon changed the future. So we must hurry and get as many secrets as possible before that 'dragon'." The chief scientist said seriously.
"Isn't the interpretation of the prophecy still undecided?"
"There will be no conclusion!" The chief scientist retorted, "We can only understand the true meaning of the prophecy when the prophecy actually happens. It's like this every time, and there are some prophecies whose true meanings have not been solved until now. You obviously know all these things! Well, now you are back! We have to continue studying this mummy."
The chief scientist entered the room—yes, he had been hiding outside the door.
He glanced at the limp bodies in the room and ordered, "Send the bodies to the laboratory next door for a comprehensive examination immediately!"
Two reluctant operators stepped in, bypassed the motionless—but still standing—mummy, and began to clean up the body.
The chief scientist turned to the golden coffin and said, "Send the coffin to the radioactive laboratory next door for a thorough scan."
It seems that he believes that as long as the coffin is not nearby, the mummy will not be able to absorb people's vitality.
In fact, he was right.
But he had no way of knowing this.
He could only wait until the coffin was moved away before he approached the mummy, which had completely stopped moving, with trepidation.
He was right to be nervous, because even if the coffin was not nearby, the mummy's strength was probably enough to break all his ribs with one punch, leaving him seriously injured and dying.
After walking around the mummy and observing him, he complained, "Look at what you have done!"
He glanced at the mercenaries.
"You almost broke this skeleton."
"But it didn't break and it beat our people to death." The mercenary captain said coldly, pointing his gun at the mummy, obviously ready to smash the mummy and the chief scientist into pieces at any time.
Of course, the chief scientist just happened to be unlucky enough to be between the target and the muzzle, and due to lack of training, he failed to lie down in time.
The former mercenary captain of the United States Marine Corps was quite familiar with this kind of rhetorical tricks and was very good at it.
The chief scientist continued to observe the mummy, muttering, "The internal organs look like they were simply stuffed in. They are not functioning at all. Damn it. Today, all life sciences are ruined. Hundreds of millions of related experts and scholars are out of work."
One mercenary said: "I would be happy if private hospitals were closed down as well. The reason I am still working as a mercenary is because this is the only way to pay for the medical treatment of my poor son who has a chronic disease."
Another mercenary chimed in: "Go to XXXX."
The chief scientist said with a serious expression: "I think they might really be out of work. Magic can bring this thing back to life, and it can replace all medical treatments. But, have you ever thought that people with this kind of magic might charge more than doctors?"
The mercenaries fell silent.
The chief scientist nodded to himself, "It's definitely higher than doctors, because superpowers and magic all depend on talent, which is definitely much rarer than doctors trained in medical schools. And the effect of magic is much better than medical skills, so it will definitely become something that only rich people can enjoy."
