I punched the hard wall almost fifty times, and the Arabic numeral "10000" reluctantly dropped by one number and became "9999". My fists were so swollen that I could no longer feel the pain.
It is even suspected that all ten finger bones have been shattered, and the blood on them is dripping on the ground which is also hard rock, making people feel extremely tired.
"If this continues, I will die from exhaustion before the health of this wall is destroyed."
I quietly glanced at the empty underground hall. The instructor was gone, and the others were punching and kicking against the wall desperately.
In front of a man who was as strong as a polar bear, the wall's health had dropped to 8,000. He killed more than a thousand, and his strength was terrifying.
Of course, he is not the strongest. The strongest one is a middle-aged man with yellow skin and a medium build.
There is an indescribable ferocious feeling about the feet, which makes people's scalp numb just by looking at them. Among these devil-like guys, I may be the weakest one.
When I was in school, sports were always the best. Running, high jump, long jump, basketball, football, there was no inferior sport. Fighting was my forte. I was nicknamed by all the underground groups in the five nearby junior high schools.
It’s not called for nothing.
I never thought that one day I would find that I was ridiculously weak. Among these terrifying killing machines, I was like a weak lamb.
"If this continues, even if we survive today, we will not be able to survive tomorrow. Sooner or later, we will die here. There will be no chance to avenge our parents."
I just felt a little anxious and depressed in my heart, and my eyes suddenly lit up, and I saw those people who had been killed and seriously injured just now. No one had cleaned up the bodies of the dead. They were still lying on the ground, but they gradually became cold.
The blood stains on the body have dried up, and the seriously injured people are just waiting to take their last breath. No one has thought of treating them.
I left the place I occupied and found a remote corner near a guy whose neck had been broken. I put my palms on the ground and let the golden shroud slowly extend from the ground.
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but I actually found that the golden shroud was a little longer.
As the golden shroud crawled closer to the corpse, it gave birth to countless tiny granulations and began to devour the flesh and blood. Every time it swallowed up a bit of flesh and blood, my physical strength, which had fallen to the limit, recovered by one point, and the physical wounds began to slow down.
Slow recovery.
My unconscious hands also suddenly started to hurt, which was a sign that the injury was beginning to recover. Then I heard a slight crackling sound of bone reorganization coming from my hands. They were already damaged to the point where no one piece could be seen.
The skin on my hands started to grow again.
After about half an hour, I had recovered all my strength, and all the injuries on my body were almost intact, but the body looked as if it had been dead for half a year, making people reluctant to take another look at it. I quietly
I took back the golden shroud that I was still reluctant to part with, and stood in front of the wall that belonged to me again.
This time it was much better than before. I only used more than thirty punches to knock off a little of the wall's health, turning it into "9998".
This result is still very bad. According to my progress, it is impossible to destroy the health of this wall before noon, but at least there is progress.
My idea is very simple. As long as I make progress, I will be able to complete this arduous training sooner or later.
During the third "rest", the yellow-skinned middle-aged man with a medium build and an unspectacular appearance stopped his fists and walked quietly to my side, whispering: "Are you the person Xu Fu was talking about?"
I was slightly surprised and took the golden shroud back without leaving any trace.
Before I could ask him how he knew Xu Fu, the middle-aged man suddenly reached out and pressed his hand, and the hard concrete floor immediately cracked with spiderweb-like patterns. I never thought that I could meet him in the dark training camp.
The legendary "martial arts master". Just looking at his hands is enough to shock the world, but this middle-aged man didn't care and just stared at me with sharp eyes.
The aura of this middle-aged man had completely calmed the scene, so I could only nod dumbly.
The middle-aged man whispered: "I will teach you seven postures. These seven postures are the attack methods that have been verified by modern kinematics to unleash the human body's potential. You follow what I teach, and as long as you work hard enough, you can
Have lunch in a month!”
"A month? Do you have to train like this every day? I will starve to death before I have lunch!"
The middle-aged man looked at me deeply and didn't explain anything. He just stood up and made a few gestures.
These postures are very simple and can be remembered at a glance, but I don’t believe there is any mystery in these seven ordinary-looking postures. After the middle-aged man did these postures, he left without saying a word.
, so I don’t know what his purpose is.
I secretly thought: "Maybe Xu Fu asked this middle-aged man to help me, so he came to help me? But what is the use of seven postures that can be understood by ordinary children to three years old? Just teach me some military moves.
Physical boxing is more effective than this."
I muttered a few words secretly, and after my physical strength was almost restored, I walked towards my wall again. Although I didn't believe there was anything special about such ordinary seven postures, when I stood in front of this wall, I still endured it.
I couldn't help but try these seven positions, left straight punch, right straight punch, left elbow smash, right elbow smash, front kick, side kick, and turning kick.
I soon discovered that these seven attack postures were indeed much more effective than random strikes. As my proficiency improved, after a few hours, I could knock off a little health almost every ten attacks.
I have always been very talented in fighting. After I became familiar with these seven postures, I was able to combine them into a series of attacks without a teacher.
I was getting excited about playing table tennis, and people had already completed this training program one after another.
The first one to complete was the middle-aged man who taught me the seven postures. The second to fifth ones were all a group of foreigners who looked more like beasts than humans. One of them was a majestic black man. Anyway,
With my poor anthropological knowledge, it is impossible to tell whether these people are Americans, British, French, Russians, or Italians based on their appearance. To me, all white people are the same.
All the black people are the same. So it doesn't mean anything to me who ranks in what order. What is more meaningful to me is just the lunch later.
Unfortunately, when the health value of the wall in front of me finally dropped to less than 9,000, the instructor's voice yelling for dinner to begin also rang out.