In the spacious martial arts room, Wang Jin looked at Zhou Tong who was still stunned and sighed helplessly.
Ever since Wang Jin showed such amazing strength just now, Zhou Tong seemed to have lost his soul. His mouth was opened wide and he could not close it until he followed Wang Jin into the martial arts room. His eyes were dull, as if he had lost the ability to think.
In fact, it’s not Zhou Tong’s fault.
After all, how many people can imagine that a high school student has the ability to kill a fourth-level warrior instantly?
Uncle Chen, the so-called underground boxing champion, in front of Wang Jin, was like a toy being beaten, vulnerable.
He was so arrogant before going on stage, but in front of Wang Jin, he lay on the ground motionless in just a few seconds.
After being defeated, Zhou Xiang almost ran out of Hengqiao Martial Arts Hall as if he had seen a ghost, without even having time to pull away Uncle Chen who was still embedded in the floor.
The master of the Hengqiao Martial Arts Gym was not much better, as if he had lost the ability to communicate with the outside world. Wang Jin called him for a long time before he came back to his senses.
After all, he shot too hard and accidentally broke the floor of the martial arts hall. Wang Jin originally wanted to compensate according to the price, but the owner of the gym refused to accept any money, saying, "A genius like you can do it in our martial arts hall."
It is an honor for our martial arts school to leave such a mark, and our martial arts school may be proud of this in the future."
Not only did he refuse to charge for the repairs, but he also strictly ordered the people in his martial arts school not to touch the cracked marks on the floor. He just let the marks stay here and no one was allowed to touch them.
It must be said that the owner of this gym has considerable business vision and ability to open such a unique membership-only martial arts gym in Yuancheng City.
After seeing Wang Jin's terrifying talent, his mind immediately started to come alive.
He is only a teenager, but he is already able to kill a fourth-level warrior instantly.
In a few years, will Wang Jin be able to survive?
Grandmaster, or even great master?
Maybe I can become a Martial Saint... No, no, no, this idea is a bit too rebellious...
No matter what, this is at least a master seedling!
I must preserve the traces that Wang Jin left in the martial arts hall.
When Wang Jin becomes a grandmaster in the future, he will be able to point to the broken floor and introduce to others that this is a trace of the enlightenment left by a strong master who once practiced martial arts in our martial arts hall.
Hmm... I need to give this floor a nice name.
Why not just call it the Enlightenment Slate!
If the owner of the hall was polite to Wang Jin before, it was because of Lu Chengzhou, the president of the Martial Arts Alliance.
So after Wang Jin took action, his attitude towards Wang Jin was completely different.
Previously, he treated Wang Jin politely with a touch of alienation and arrogance. He felt that this boy was only qualified to enter his Hengqiao martial arts gym through connections.
Now he treats Wang Jin like a licking dog treats his own goddess.
Not only did he pat his chest and promise that he would not have to worry about any compensation, but he also told Wang Jin that starting from today, the Hengqiao Martial Arts Gym would be open to Wang Jin free of charge for life, and would set aside a top-notch martial arts room just for Wang Jin.
Wang Jin was happy to take advantage and agreed.
Then, the museum owner began to consider another problem.
There is an exclusive martial arts training room reserved for Wang Jin. When Wang Jin becomes a grandmaster, should he also give himself a cool name?
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The exclusive martial arts performance room specially prepared by the owner of the gym for Wang Jin is very large, with rockeries, running water, erected iron piles, rest rooms, food, water, etc. all available.
It is said to be a martial arts studio, but the interior decoration is almost like a landscape garden.
It is indeed the top martial arts gym in the entire Yuancheng City.
Tonics can even be provided, but of course, this costs money.
There is a red button at the door. If you need anything, you just need to press the button, and service staff from the martial arts school will come over immediately to provide services.
There is always a fresh fragrance floating in the martial arts room. This is a medicinal material called "Qiyunxiang". The fragrance produced after burning has the effect of refreshing the mind and stimulating qi and blood.
This kind of thing costs thousands of dollars per gram.
And in this Hengqiao martial arts hall, every martial arts room is equipped with this "Qiyun Incense" 24 hours a day, burning all the time.
At this time, Zhou Tong was sitting in the lounge, staring blankly at Wang Jin, as if he was looking at an alien.
"Brother Jin, are you still the Brother Jin I know..."
Zhou Tong swallowed, and tremblingly stretched out his hand to poke Wang Jin: "You couldn't have been transformed into some strange beast, right..."
He really couldn't believe what he had just seen.
As a fourth-level warrior, Uncle Chen was defeated so easily by Brother Jin?
Three months ago, I went to the Martial Alliance with Brother Jin to test his energy and blood. Isn't Brother Jin just a first-level warrior?
How come three months have passed and Brother Jin's strength has soared to this point?
Could he have been taken away by some strange beast?
Is there actually a strange beast hidden under this human skin?
Snap!
Wang Jin raised his hand and slapped him on the top of his head: "What nonsense are you talking about? How can I become something as ugly as a strange beast if I am so charming?"
"Then how did you manage to improve your strength so much in three months..."
Zhou Tong still couldn't believe it.
"I said, starting from today, I will change your destiny."
Wang Jin spoke calmly, and walked slowly to the center of the martial arts room: "Next, I will teach you a boxing technique. In the past few days, you will practice this boxing technique first, and wait until you can hit one-tenth of the boxing technique.
With the power and blood, you can reach the level of a first-level warrior."
"As long as I can exert one-tenth of my power, my energy and blood can reach the level of a first-level warrior?"
Zhou Tong was surprised, but then felt a little ridiculous.
What kind of boxing technique can bring about such earth-shaking changes in people?
"Watch it."
As the faint voice fell, Wang Jin's temperament suddenly changed.
In an instant, he went from casual and casual to overbearing, as if a tiger that was taking a nap suddenly opened its eyes and exposed its ferocious fangs.
He moved suddenly, and a set of boxing techniques was displayed in his hands like a flowing cloud, like a white crane flying over the waves, or like a flying swallow playing in the water, agile and free.
Soon, after a series of punches, Wang Jin slowly withdrew his attacks, and his aura instantly changed again, becoming casual and casual again.
Zhou Tong was stunned.
"Brother Jin, are you sure this boxing technique will work?"
He had to admit that the boxing technique Wang Jin demonstrated just now was very good-looking. If he used it to show off in front of girls, he would definitely get a lot of exclamations.
The free and unrestrained appearance of Chuchen was indeed something Zhou Tong had never seen before.
However, although this boxing move is gorgeous, is it really powerful?
Wang Jin didn't speak, he just glanced at Zhou Tong, walked between the iron stakes standing on the ground, and performed the same punch again.
A scene that made Zhou Tong even more unbelievable happened.
I saw Wang Jin punching out like the wind, still looking so good, fluttering without the slightest pyrotechnics. He seemed to have only speed but no strength, fluttering and powerless, but his fists touched the pig iron on the ground.
At the moment when the piles were piled up, the pig iron piles broke off one after another as if they were hit by a bull!
In just a moment, most of the vertical pig iron piles that were originally neatly arranged had been broken and were scattered all over the place.
Under Zhou Tong's dumbfounded gaze, Wang Jin stood among the broken pig iron piles on the ground and slowly put away his fists.
He glanced at Zhou Tong faintly.
"Whether you want to learn or not, forget it."
"Learn, learn, learn!"
Zhou Tong's eyes were shining and he almost jumped up on the spot.
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After a while, Zhou Tong lay on the ground like a dead dog, unable to even move.
"This is too difficult...Brother Jin, how did you manage to fight so easily?"
Zhou Tong almost doubted his life.
Seeing how relaxed and carefree Wang Jin was when he demonstrated the boxing technique to him earlier, he thought that this boxing technique was not very good and he could learn it easily.
However, after actually getting started, I realized that this boxing technique is not that simple.
He was only halfway through the beating, and he was already covered in sweat, which rolled down his body and soaked all his clothes.
The whole person seemed to be fished out of the water.
From fingers to toes, there is almost no place that can move.
What kind of perverted boxing technique is this?
Why have I never heard of it?
"Now do you know how effective this punch is?"
Wang Jin was sitting in the rest area on one side, smiling and looking at Zhou Tong's embarrassed appearance, while stuffing a grape into his mouth: "So I said, as long as you can use this boxing technique to its full potential,
With one-tenth of the power, your vitality and blood value will definitely be able to break through to the level of a first-level warrior."
"Perform one-tenth..."
Zhou Tong is about to cry.
Let alone one-tenth, it is difficult for him to perform even one percent now!
Seeing Zhou Tong struggling to get up like a small insect in the mud and practicing this boxing technique, Wang Jin couldn't help but shake his head.
This Zhou Tong's strength is indeed a bit too impressive.
What he taught Zhou Tong was a boxing technique he got from the memories of the zombies in the dream world.
It's just a method passed down by Qian Yang Sect to those named disciples to strengthen their muscles and bones and activate their qi and blood.
Such a boxing technique is naturally disdainful to Wang Jin. Although he has never practiced it, with his current strength, such a boxing technique that is only prepared for registered disciples can be used perfectly at will.
Display it.
Back then, he was able to withstand the pain that was like thousands of needles piercing his heart through the Lei Yin Shen Xiao Body Refining Technique.
The pain caused by practicing this boxing method is far less than the pain caused by the Lei Yin Shen Xiao body training method. However, even so, at the end of the day, Zhou Tong was still tired and crying for his father and mother. He couldn't bear it several times.
I'm about to give up.
That day until the evening, Zhou Tong was unable to perform a complete punch.
When leaving Hengqiao Martial Arts School, Zhou Tong seemed to be exhausted. He covered his buttocks and had to take a breath after taking two steps.
Many passers-by passed by the two of them and cast strange glances at them. When they fell on Wang Jin, they felt even more pity.
Wang Jin had black lines on his head. He originally wanted to send Zhou Tong home kindly, but the strange looks from passers-by made him give up this idea completely.
When I got home, it happened that Wang Yuan had just returned.
"Brother, you are back."
Wang Yuan looked a little strange, and greeted Wang Jin as if he was in a trance.
"What's wrong?"
Wang Jin was keenly aware that something was wrong.
"nothing."
Wang Yuan seemed to be slow to react. A few seconds after Wang Jin asked the question, he seemed to have come back to his senses, shook his head, and forced a smile: "Maybe I was a little too tired from the martial arts gym today."
Wang Jin frowned, and he noticed a dark aura on Wang Yuan's body.
When Wang Yuan passed by him, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Wang Yuan's wrist. With a strong force, Wang Yuan's sleeve exploded in an instant, exposing his wrist.
"elder brother!"
Wang Yuan was startled and hurriedly tried to pull his wrist out of Wang Jin's hand, while using his other hand to try to cover his wrist area.
However it was too late.
Wang Yuan had a small sarcoma on his wrist.
It is very inconspicuous, pink in color, and only the size of a grain of rice.
However, the moment Wang Jin saw the small sarcoma, his entire pupils shrank in an instant.