There are also many students training on the second floor of the training building.
Wang Teng glanced around, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he saw a familiar figure.
A flexible fat man!
Currently running wildly on the track.
The other party has actually been promoted to an intermediate martial artist. No wonder I didn't see him on the first floor all day yesterday. It turned out that he was on the second floor.
"Fat man, morning!"
Wang Teng greeted him as if he were an old acquaintance.
When the fat man heard the sound, he turned his head and looked over, his expression suddenly changed: "Why is it this guy!"
He pretended not to see Wang Teng, didn't reply a word, and ran faster.
Wang Teng watched the other person running, completely unaware that attribute bubbles were falling behind his butt, and he felt very happy.
He used basic movement skills and ran behind the fat man while picking up attributes.
[Speed*6]
[Speed*7]
[Basic body skills*3]
[Speed*6]
…
"After being promoted to an intermediate warrior, this fat man will drop more attribute points. In other words, the higher the strength, the more attribute points he will drop."
Wang Teng thought to himself.
If this is the case, then there must be more properties picked up on the second floor than on the first floor!
After all, these are all intermediate martial arts disciples.
In this way, I believe that it won't be long before he can be promoted to a high-level warrior, and he will be one step closer to becoming a formal warrior.
"Why are you like a dog-skin plaster, always clinging to me? Is it over yet?"
The angry voice of the fat man in front pulled Wang Teng out of his thoughts.
"Hey, what's the point of training alone? Why don't we compete and run ten laps to see who takes less time? How about coming?" Wang Teng said.
The fat man was about to refuse, but rolled his eyes and said, "If you lose, stay away from me and let me train alone."
"Can!"
Wang Teng agreed and said, "What if you lose?"
"What a joke, how could I lose!" the fat man said disdainfully.
"Confidence is a good thing, but since you have put forward conditions, I naturally have requirements. The competition is about fairness, right?" Wang Teng said
"Then what do you want?" the fat man asked with a frown.
"It's very simple. If you lose, how about singing "Conquer" in front of everyone?" Wang Teng said.
"Okay, as long as you can win, you can sing anything. Forget about just one song called "Conquest," it's okay to sing ten songs." Fatty agreed, patting his chest.
Wang Teng secretly laughed in his heart—Ten poems? Wait until you cry later.
"There's a timer next to it. I'll find someone to help us time it."
The fat man said, walked to the side, said a few words to a student who was training, and asked the other person to help him time.
The student nodded and followed the fat man to the edge of the track.
"Get ready. If I call start, you can run." The student said, standing next to the timer.
The two nodded.
The fat man began to prepare. He shook his legs and relaxed his muscles.
As a result, the fat meat trembled wildly.
Seeing the two competing, the other students gathered around and watched the excitement beside the track.
They couldn't help laughing when they saw the fat man's jiggling fat.
"This fat man, who is so fat, actually wants to learn body skills and practice speed. I don't know what he thinks?"
"But don't tell me, this fat guy is quite capable, he can run faster than a rabbit."
…
Listening to the discussion coming from the side, the fat man couldn't help but have a look of pride on his face.
He glanced at Wang Teng provocatively and stood straight on the spot, not even making a starting move.
Wang Teng smiled, but stood still and asked casually: "Fat man, what's your name?"
"My name is Wu Liang!" the fat man said, pointing to his nose.
"Be sure to remember this name, so that you don't know who you lost to when you lose later."
After saying that, he asked: "What about you?"
"Wang Teng, remember to sing "Conquer" if you lose!" Wang Teng laughed.
"Bang!" Wu Liang rolled his eyes disdainfully.
A loud shout suddenly came from the side. "Ready... run!"
Although Wang Teng and Fatty were talking, they jumped out at the same time when the sound rang out.
The face of the person next to him changed slightly.
Both of them were very fast, rushing dozens of meters away in an instant.
They kept running at a high speed and did not conserve their energy for the final sprint just because they had run ten laps.
Because this is a timed run, the competition is time.
What's more, people who practice martial arts have a lot of physical strength, and running ten laps is just a trivial matter.
Although Wu Liang is fat, he doesn't run slowly at all. On the contrary, his speed is even faster than everyone present.
There are only a few people who can truly develop their body skills and speed to his level.
That's why the onlookers' expressions suddenly changed just now.
He is indeed a fat man like the wind.
Many people sighed.
And when they looked at Wang Teng, the expressions on their faces were also extremely surprised.
They already knew about Fatty, and even if he was surprised, they could quickly accept him. However, Wang Teng was an unfamiliar face, and he had probably just become an intermediate martial artist.
However, this newly promoted intermediate martial artist can actually run as fast as Wu Liang, which is quite remarkable.
Wait, Wu Liang seems to have just become an intermediate martial artist!
He just went to the second floor yesterday.
So, these two are both pink newcomers!
Are all newcomers so fierce these days
Are we going to give these old people a way to survive
The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the waves in front die on the beach.
A sad atmosphere suddenly filled the air among several intermediate warriors.
"This newcomer is still a little worse than Wu Liang." Someone commented.
"It's hard to say. Although he has been lagging behind, he has been hanging on behind the fat man. You haven't noticed that the distance behind him has never been more than 20 meters."
"Hey, you really didn't notice it if you didn't tell me!"
Those people looked at Wang Teng behind in surprise. A closer look showed that he didn't look tired at all.
Wang Teng did not try his best and fell behind Wu Liang, mainly to pick up attributes.
And this competition itself is to let Wu Liang lose more attributes.
He had almost figured out some of the uses of Gold Finger.
If you want these "little monsters" to drop more attributes, you need to make them train harder, or...
Hit them directly. The harder you hit them, the more they may explode!
This latter point was inspired by the young man of prey last night, but it has yet to be verified.
After all, you can't just find someone to beat up.
In order to get rid of Wang Teng, Wu Liang ran extra hard this time and lost a lot of attributes, almost all the way.
[Basic body skills*2]
[Speed*5]
[Speed*6]
[Basic body skills*4]
[Speed*7]
…
Wang Teng felt like he was playing Temple Run, each attribute bubble was like a gold coin.
There seemed to be a tinkling sound in my ears.
As he ran, he picked up attributes, and his own attributes continued to increase. Not only did he not feel tired, but he became more energetic.
This is also the reason why he dares to compete with Fatty.
We cheated. If we lose, we can't afford to lose this person.
When the onlookers saw a smile on Wang Teng's lips, their expressions suddenly became strange.
This guy is totally walking a dog...no, walking a fat man!
All that's missing is a chain.
Wu Liang didn't notice the abnormality at all. Seeing that Wang Teng had been lagging behind him, he turned around and laughed: "Small, I told you that you are no longer my opponent. You have to seek abuse!"
Phew~
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure flashed past him.
The smile on the fat man's face suddenly froze.
His eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and it took him a long time to utter a single word.
"Depend on!"
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(End of chapter)