The thin security guard walked towards a wall behind him. There were some buttons on it. He thought for a moment and pressed a few numbers. Then, the sandbags in the room began to move around in an orderly manner, but they would not collide with each other.
There was a lot of wind coming from the area.
"This is..." Zhou Ming was stunned.
"Go inside and try." The thin security guard said, "I want you to walk to the opposite side. I will wait for you there."
Zhou Ming understood. It turned out that this was an enhanced version of Wutang Club, except that the human fists and feet were replaced by these bags, and the speed and weight of these bags could be adjusted at will.
"Okay." Zhou Ming looked at these bags scurrying around, aroused some desire to challenge, and quickly rushed inside.[
Zhou Ming relied on his agility to avoid these bags. However, Zhou Ming thought to himself, compared to the speed and fists of those martial arts members, these bags were still inferior.
The thin security guard nodded and entered some numbers on the buttons on the wall.
Sudden--
The speed of the bag has become faster and it has also increased a lot!
Huh? Zhou Ming dodged left and right, but was hit in the back by a bag that suddenly came from behind. It felt like being hit by a huge hammer! Zhou Ming felt as if his back was about to split.
, the body fell down involuntarily. Oh my god, what is in these bags? The weight can be adjusted.
However... Zhou Ming discovered that after he fell, the bags would no longer hit him, but would instead hang around twenty centimeters above his head. It was a bit like the Wutang Club. If he fell, no one would hit him again.
attack you.
But, just crawl over like this? Zhou Ming looked at the end point on the opposite side.
How is that possible!
Zhou Ming smiled and got up resolutely, dodging flexibly in the center of these inflated bags and moving forward with difficulty. From time to time he was hit by the bags, which felt extremely uncomfortable, like Liu Jie's fist.
Despite this, Zhou Ming never thought of giving up during the process. He was knocked down time and time again, but stood up again and again.
It's like going back to when I first entered the club...
Zhou Ming was very young at that time. He was knocked down less than half a minute after entering, and had to crawl back pitifully. But there was a young man who was always knocked down like him, but he rushed into the hall again and again.