In the Federation of Stars and Glory, martial arts are popular among the people, and cultivators with outstanding combat power enjoy the supreme status. All citizens of the Federation regard it as the greatest honor to embark on the road of cultivation.
Even if he can't become a cultivator, he still likes to build up his strength, sharpen his muscles and bones, sculpt his body, and maintain the habit of practicing throughout his life.
Therefore, fitness clubs, training halls, and martial arts schools can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys. Those who practice in them may not be vicious martial arts masters, but mostly law-abiding students and office workers.
When Li Yao saw the sign of "Jundao Killing Wolf Training Center", he became more confident.
He knows that most of the bosses in such places are fanatical cultivation enthusiasts. They refine "Counterfeit Strengthening Potion", mostly for themselves and the members of the cultivation hall. Making money is not the primary purpose, so they often spare no expense, and the quality is guaranteed to a certain extent. .
Touching the spider pattern on his face, Li Yao strolled in.
The training center has a small facade, but inside it is full of holes. In the strength training room of about 300 to 400 square meters, more than a dozen muscular and sweaty strong men are smashing barbells, steel cables and iron plates to the ground. There was a loud noise, and there was a big man in the corner slamming a sandbag.
Li Yao scanned around and found that the weight of these big men was not too high, and their faces were relatively solid and kind. They didn't give off a vicious impression. They looked like ordinary office workers. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and feel more at ease.
He walked to the corner, ready to ask the strong man who was punching sandbags—this man looked the most friendly.
This strong man happened to lunge close to him, stabbed with his back hand, blasted out all his strength with a punch, and smashed the sandbag high into the air, hitting Li Yao's face with a "slap" sound.
The strong man let out an "ah" and said anxiously, "Are you alright?"
Li Yao shook his head, his nose was a little sore, his nostrils twitched twice, he shook his head and said, "It's all right, where is Director Zhao?"
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Behind the strength training room, there is a small tea room. A strong man is sitting on two army green cushions. There are two tea mugs between them, and there are bacon, roast chicken, peanuts and other things. ready meal.
The person on the left was about 40 to 50 years old, with a wolf head tattooed with military thorns on his bumpy bald head, his left arm was cut off from the shoulder blade, and replaced by a spiritual prosthesis engraved with thousands of runes.
The one on the right is a young man who doesn't seem to be in his thirties. He is wearing a very low-key gray military windbreaker. It has been worn for many years, and it has been washed to white and faded.
If Li Yao saw this person, he would be so excited that he would have a diabetes collapse—this young man is the idol of all the students in Chixiao No. 2 Middle School, a newcomer in the circle of cultivators in Fuge City, a monk in the foundation building period, and Peng Hai, the demon sword!
At this moment, Peng Hai didn't have the slightest aura of a powerful cultivator, he raised the tea mug, and said to the bald tattooed man, "Old instructor, come, let's have another drink for our fierce battles in the wilderness of monsters! "
The tea mug was obviously the most inferior Erguotou, but Peng Hai, a rich and luxurious monk, seemed to have seen the fine wine, drank it all, and smacked his tongue loudly: "Good wine, what the hell is that?" This is what a man should drink!"
With a bald tattooed man's spiritual tool prosthesis, he grabbed the mug stiffly and said with emotion: "Ah Hai, I know that you value affection and friendship. An old comrade who was born and died! But if you have a heart, it’s fine to come to me for a drink every now and then. There is really no need to practice with me all the time—my place is an amateur level, and the level is very low. !"
Peng Hai smiled: "Old instructor, the friendship between us is not something that can be explained simply by the words 'born to death'. I think back then, we carried out 'Operation Black Blade' together. If you hadn't helped me block it At that moment, I would have died a long time ago, how could I be a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Period? And you, old instructor..."
Looking at the bald tattooed man's left hand, Peng Hai's voice also carried a touch of heaviness, "But he lost his entire left arm, and even his heart was blown off by 70%. Ordinary fighters have to leave the 'Wolf Group'... ”
The bald tattooed man waved his hand, and said nonchalantly: "The road to cultivation is full of dangers, and you are close to death. Since you have embarked on this road of no return, I have already pinned my head to the waistband of my trousers, and I am ready to die in hell at any time! Just lost one Hands, what is it? If you can’t even see through this point, wouldn’t it be safer to go home early and work as a white-collar worker to ask for a wife? You don’t have to always take that matter to heart, let’s come out to practice Yes, it’s up to God to sell salted duck eggs if you lose your arms or legs. It’s fate! I am destined to lose my arms, so what does it have to do with you? Besides, if you don’t let me cultivate, then I won’t cultivate, Lao Tzu Holding a lot of "veteran's disability allowance" every month, drinking small wine, eating skewers, and having sex on the bed every day, I don't know how chic and happy life is! And the old man who is still in the army Comrades, that's right, there are quite a few people who have become cultivators in the foundation-building period, and even two great monks who formed alchemy, so what? Maybe tomorrow they will become a piece of shit in the stomach of a monster, scum There is nothing left! Thinking about it this way, I still make money, hahahaha!"
Peng Hai said happily: "I can afford it, I can put it down, it is the old instructor in my memory, a tough guy with strong bones! But there is one thing, the old instructor is wrong, I come to you every day, it is not a waste of time , but a very important practice.”
The bald tattooed man's eyes widened: "Cultivation? In a place like mine, what tricks can you practice?"
Peng Hai smiled lightly, and explained: "My instantaneous spiritual power has reached the 'high level of the foundation-building period', but it is very unstable. In the critical juncture of several battles, it accidentally fell back to the 'medium-level of the foundation-building period'. I almost died—this is because my absolute strength has increased too fast, but I have not yet fully controlled it. If I want to truly stand firm at the "high level of the foundation-building period", or even hit the "peak of the foundation-building period", I must completely solve this problem question!"
The bald tattooed man pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "You are one of the youngest cultivators in the Foundation Establishment period in the Federation. If you advance too fast, it will indeed bring about unstable foundations. How are you going to solve it?"
Peng Hai smiled and said: "In order to control my own strength, every time I go to the old instructor's 'Jundao Killing Wolf Training Center', I will suppress my strength to 3%, and only use 3% of my strength to carry out overload training!"
The bald tattooed man suddenly realized: "So you only showed 3% of your strength? No wonder I can't feel the breath of a cultivator from you."
Peng Hai nodded: "I have persisted in the 3% state for a month. In this way, when I let go of the restriction and exerted 100% strength, I feel that the instant explosive power has been greatly improved, and the control over spiritual energy has also increased. Quite a lot! My goal is to finally be able to suppress my own strength to 1%, and to be able to carry out overloaded training and confrontation. If I can do it, I will definitely be able to reach the peak of the foundation period!"
After a pause, I smiled regretfully, "Instability of spiritual power is my biggest weakness, and I don't want others to know, so I can only come to practice with you, the old instructor—in Fuge City, I only trust two people , The old instructor is one of them, but unfortunately, the strength of your members here is too weak, none of them can withstand my three-minute attack with 3% strength! Just doing strength training, it seems that I have lost my breath again."
The bald tattooed man glared at him: "My members here are all decent office workers and salarymen, and they are not professional warriors. Of course they are not enough for you to fight. Even if you only use 3% of your strength, it is pure torture! However, Don't say that the old instructor doesn't take care of you, I know that you are looking for an expert sparring partner, so I specially contacted a gold medal sparring partner who is well-known in the circle, and I will be there in a while."
When Peng Hai heard this, he became interested: "Oh? Is it powerful?"
The bald tattooed man said: "I was also introduced by a friend, but I have never met him, but this person has been hanging out in the underground ghost market for many years, and has been a professional sparring partner in several martial arts gyms. It is said that he is very strong in fighting. Nicknamed 'Iron Turtle', it should be able to hold you for three minutes with 3% strength, right?"
The entire wall on the left side of the tea room is made of one-way transparent glass. Looking out from the inside, you can see the situation of the strength training room.
While the two were talking, they happened to see Li Yao walking in and being hit hard on the face by a sandbag, but he acted nonchalantly.
"He's here, how is it, okay?" The bald tattooed man stood up.