Vieira and Lampard next to them have greatly increased their confidence. They have seen the power of Ye Bufan's sword with their own eyes. Even the golden door was cut into pieces, but now they do not pose much threat to Perfect No. 1.
, which shows how successful I am this time.
"Okay, we're done playing. Now it's time for you to taste the power of Perfect No. 1."
After speaking, Vieira waved his hand, "Kill him!"
Perfect No. 1 had been on the defensive before, but now he received the order and immediately launched an attack on Ye Bufan.
It moved its feet, and the whole body was shot over like a cannonball. The speed was frightening, and at the same time, its fist hit the opponent's face with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
Ye Bufan was startled. This guy's speed was probably too fast. In a hurry, he used teleportation to dodge.
But when his figure just appeared 30 meters away, Perfect No. 1 followed him like a shadow and appeared in front of him again.
Damn it, this guy's speed is too fast, it's almost as fast as teleportation.
The most important thing is that his teleportation requires the support of infuriating energy, and there must be a certain interval between two uses. Although this time is very short, it is always necessary.
But the guy in front of me relies entirely on body instinct. It doesn't require recuperation or time intervals, and can be used continuously without limit.
In desperation, he could only wave the dragon's fang in his hand to greet him.
Facing the sharp dragon's teeth, Perfect No. 1 showed no intention of flinching. One fist hit the blade, while the other fist hit Ye Bufan's chest.
The fist and the blade collided together, and just like last time, although it broke through its defense, the damage was not great, and it healed again in the blink of an eye.
But its fist hit Ye Bufan's chest, and it was like a heavy hammer, sending him flying dozens of meters away.
Ye Bufan spat out a mouthful of blood. This was the first time he was injured since he received the inheritance from the Dragon King Palace.
The guy in front of him had a completely lifeless style of play and didn't care about his own attacks at all, which caught him off guard.
At this time, Perfect No. 1 was like a machine that was running over and over again, without any intention of stopping. After succeeding in one attack, he immediately launched a second attack, and arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.
"damn it."
Ye Bufan gritted his teeth and directly used his strongest trump card, the Soul Sword.
Since taking the Shenyuan Dan refined by the ancestor of Setting Sun, his mental power has become extremely powerful, comparable to that of a monk in the realm of gods.
Coupled with the unique spiritual attack method of the Soul Sword, it is completely possible to achieve cross-level killings.
But he soon discovered that this method was of no use to Perfect No. 1. The opponent was not affected at all when he used the Divine Soul Sword, and his speed was actually a bit faster.
Only then did he realize that this guy was just a biochemical man with no soul at all and no mental power, so the attack method of the Soul Sword had no effect on him.
But by the time he reacted, it was already too late. Perfect No. 1 came in front of him and punched him with a powerful punch.
In desperation, Ye Bufan could only raise his right arm to face him. With a click, the punch actually broke his arm into two pieces.
Ye Bufan let out a groan. He fought twice and was injured twice. He has never been so miserable since his debut.
This guy is so powerful that even though he has used all his cards, he can't do anything to the opponent.
"You surnamed Ye, just wait and die."
Seeing this scene, Vieira felt extremely happy and laughed arrogantly.
"Run!"
Ye Bufan shouted to Nowitzki and others, and then the figure galloped away into the distance.
If you can't fight, you can only think of other ways.
"It's not that easy to run away. Chase me!"
In order to complete Carlos' plan, Vieira naturally would not let Ye Bufan leave easily, and commanded Perfect No. 1 to catch up behind him.
The two people, one in front and one behind, were both incredibly fast and disappeared from everyone's sight in almost the blink of an eye.
Nowitzki glanced at Feili: "Miss, what should we do?"
"Hurry up and catch up to see if you can help. Dr. Ye has helped us so much, we can't just sit back and watch."
After Feili finished speaking, she ignored the others and started chasing Ye Bufan in the direction where she disappeared.
The same was true for the others. They didn't care about the golden staff in the future, and they also followed closely behind and ran towards that direction.
It's just that their speed is too slow and they can't see the shadow of the two people at all.
Lampard looked at Vieira: "Boss, how much control do we have over the perfect No. 1?"
"Don't worry, we have coverage within a 100-kilometer radius. They can't escape the Grand Canyon of Death."
Vieira looked proud. He had completely succeeded this time. The next step was to kill Ye Bufan and wait for Carlos' reward.
On Ye Bufan's side, he quickly disappeared into a dense forest. He glanced around with his spiritual consciousness and found that no one else was following him. Only Perfect No. 1 followed closely behind him.
He stopped, turned around, smiled slightly, and reached out to reconnect his broken arm.
Perfect No. 1 is just a biochemical man, without any thoughts of his own, and relies entirely on the command of the chip to act.
At this moment, the target he saw was right in front of him, and he rushed over again without any hesitation.
Ye Bufan disappeared from the spot in a flash, and finally appeared behind Perfect No. 1.
He did not use any attack method this time. Instead, he put his hands together and hugged the opponent directly.
Perfect No. 1 was about to resist, but at this moment, the two figures suddenly disappeared from the place.
Over there in the underground base, Vieira and Lampard were sitting in front of the big screen. The eyes of Perfect No. 1 were like two high-definition cameras. Everything it saw would be reflected on the big screen through the chip.
Seeing Ye Bufan being caught up, the two of them felt happy and looked forward to seeing him beheaded.
But then the person on the other side disappeared, and then a snowflake appeared on the big screen, without any impact anymore.
"What's going on? Technician, what's wrong?"
Vieira shouted dissatisfied.
Next to the big screen, a dozen technicians were working frantically on the keyboard, but after a long time there was still no sign of improvement.
A technician in his fifties or sixties came over with sweat on his face and said: "Boss, I don't know what happened. The signal disappeared. We can't contact Perfect No. 1."
"I can't contact you. How is this possible?"
Vieira slapped the table, "Didn't you promise me that I can be contacted at any time within a radius of 100 kilometers? Why did you suddenly lose contact?"
The technician said awkwardly: "Theoretically, this is true, but we don't know what happened."
Vieira roared angrily: "Trash, there must be something wrong somewhere. Please fix it for me as soon as possible. The sooner the better."
"yes!"
The technician agreed and ran back to get busy.
Lampard said nervously: "Boss, do you think there will be any accidents?"
"Probably not. Perfect No. 1's defense is super strong. Even if we lose contact, the other party can't do anything to it."
Vieira said this not only to Lampard, but also to himself.
Perfect No. 1 can be said to be the masterpiece of this underground base, and it cost countless money and materials.
If he succeeds, his future is unlimited. If he fails, Carlos will definitely not let him go.
