Dong Chuan studied under the Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu master from the age of 12, and successfully broke the master's arm by the age of 18. Because he is too small, he works far harder than other students. Because of his bad brain, he has to repeat 400 times what others do 200 times.
He hopes that he can be stronger, trying to find a sense of existence in a world where the average height is half a head longer than him. In the end, unconsciously, he trained his body into steel, his reaction into a cunning rabbit, and himself into a boxing champion. When he found out, there were only a group of weak and dregs around him, whether it was companions or opponents, as long as he was a little more serious, he could immediately make them lower their heads taller than himself, make them kneel and compare It's easier to break their necks.
It had been a long time since Dongchuan had encountered an opponent who could scare him. Even on the stage of the final of an underground boxing match, his evaluation of the opponent was only "good skills, but inexperienced".
But what kind of monster is this guy in front of him? I had clearly locked his elbows, my body bounced off the ground with lightning speed, my feet crossed around his neck, and my ankles crossed and locked, completing a beautiful "triangular twist".
The average person will fall into a faint due to hypoxia in the brain in 10 seconds, and even the strongest wrestlers can only last for 20 seconds at most. However, he turned his eyes to look for the environment as a helper, and dragged Dong Chuan on the ground with both feet to a metal refining furnace.
This process had already lasted more than 30 seconds. He should have fallen into a faint, but he worked so hard that the veins all over his body were exposed, and he lifted Dong Chuan, who weighed 160 jin, with one arm.
"Pour it! You fucking pour it for me!" Dongchuan's feet were like iron tongs again.
"Boom!" Shen Ming swung his arms and slammed Dong Chuan onto the refining furnace, causing the stainless steel furnace surface to sag. Dong Chuan spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole body's strength slackened, and he fell to the ground. Shen Ming also backed out 3 steps and hit a wall wrapped in oilcloth heavily and fell to the ground.
The brain was deprived of oxygen for 40 seconds, and Shen Ming also broke his own record of "playing dead course". If he was in Nirvana's headquarters, he would have been able to get the little red flower issued by Colonel Kaos.
But now, the sequelae have caused Shen Ming's body to have symptoms of arrhythmia, and even a temporary loss of balance.
"I've never met a man who can last half a minute under my triangle and fight back... Maybe you really came back from hell?" Dong Chuan stood up with his body supported, his back and spine still twitching and hurting.
"Brazilian jiu-jitsu has been practiced so far, I want to introduce a friend to you..." Shen Ming supported the oilcloth behind him and stood up, his originally calm face suddenly froze.
He felt a small hand holding the iron railing, but he didn't want to believe it was real. Shen Ming suddenly turned around and grabbed the tarpaulin on the wall and pulled it down. What was exposed behind was a huge prison door made of iron bars, which was full of...all children!
Thirty children were crammed into a cell of no more than 10 square meters. They were dirty and stained. They didn't even have a piece of clothing on them. The only thing on their bodies was the electric shock collar around their necks. Some were obviously sick, and the collapsed ones didn't even have the strength to stand up. The only food scattered around them was "little raccoon crispy noodles"...
"You actually use children to help refine poison?" Shen Ming's hand holding the iron railing rattled.
"They are all children picked up from the street by horsemen. Before coming here, many of them were beggars begging on their knees. How good is it that I have food and shelter here?" Dongchuan's back pain was unbearable. In the gap, two more "sands" were hit wildly.
Look at their little faces. The oldest ones are only 8 or 9 years old. There is no fear, no joy, and no future. Books always say that children's eyes are shining, but behind the iron bars, their eyes are only dark and blank. "Future" is a vocabulary they don't understand, just like a group of caged animals, eating at a loss, living at a loss, dying at a loss...
Xin Liansheng is not a charity, and it is impossible to equip their small faces with gas masks of different sizes. Once they start working, their only protection is a mask that costs 1 yuan each.
Inhaling too much exhaust gas, their physical condition deteriorated, and generally a child would die of organ failure in 2 to 4 months. They would be bagged and hauled out with the trash, the only way they would get out of here.
"How could you do such a thing! Beast!" Fang Yuan roared in the iron cage. She thought she was already very poor, but compared with these children, her life was too happy.
"I was originally a bad person, do I still expect you to call me Lei Feng?" Dong Chuan twisted his neck, the pain disappeared, "Thank you good people for letting these brats see my face. We can only dispose of them all and replace them with a new batch. It doesn't matter, anyway, this kind of children can refill the room in just a few months."
"I have seen chiefs who believed in eating children to live forever; priests who raped children under the age of 5; generals who forced children to kill their parents with an AK... But that was hell, and I thought everything was a nightmare." Shen Ming's back trembled slightly, and he had almost forgotten how angry he was running through his veins after so many years, "I firmly believe that when I complete my own Nirvana, when I return to the city, the nightmare will dissipate... Thank you for letting me I saw the scene of hell again. In return, let you see me in hell... "
Shen Ming's hand holding the railing tightly even left a mark on the iron railing, and at this moment a small hand held his finger. The little girl's eyes were full of doubts, but she felt that the strange man with tears in her eyes at this moment Big Brother is a good guy.
"Why so much nonsense? Come again!" Dong Chuan kicked away the long metal table in front of him, and a large piece of glassware fell to the ground.
"Fang Yuan, close your eyes, only my appearance at this moment... I never want to be seen by you." Shen Ming turned around.
Fang Yuan was obedient and closed her eyes tightly, but she was cheering for Shen Ming in her heart.
The whole body relaxed as if there were no bones, took a deep breath, slowed down the heartbeat to the slowest, and walked in front of Dongchuan.
"Don't you want to lock it? Come on, lock it up and see." Shen Ming took the initiative to stretch out his right hand towards Dongchuan, like offering fresh meat to a shark.
Dong Chuan was stunned, he had never encountered such a good thing. After being vigilant for 10 seconds, seeing that Shen Ming had completely relaxed his body's defenses, Dong Chuan's eyes flashed fiercely, and he immediately grabbed Shen Ming's elbow with one hand.
But that arm suddenly disappeared at the moment of his move, and a bottom-up uppercut hit his elbow.
I saw Dong Chuan's arm bent upwards from the middle and folded in half in a posture that humans cannot do, and the fragments of joint bones burst out from under the skin like popcorn.
"Ah!!!!!!!" Dong Chuan screamed and fell backwards on the ground, blood gushing out at this moment.
"Don't you think I'm slow?" Shen Ming walked towards Dongchuan, with his forehead drooping, his whole body's aura had changed. That wasn't killing intent, it wasn't the ferocious look of hooligans fighting fiercely, but... indifference.
Dong Chuan can also kill people ruthlessly, but he can't maintain a calm expression like the man in front of him, as if killing is an instinct for him.
"Bastard! Come on! Come on again!" Dong Chuan used his sideways fighting posture, looked up at Shen Ming and shouted provocatively, but Shen Ming, who was 5 meters away a second ago, had disappeared.
"I'm already here." The forward Shen Ming appeared next to Dongchuan, and inserted two fingers into his nostrils, just like a butcher who hooked a dead pig in a meat factory, pulling Dongchuan off the ground in one fell swoop. He picked it up with bare hands, and fell heavily on the long metal table beside him.
Shen Ming kept on stepping, leading Dong Chuan, and rushed forward along the long table covered with glassware. The shattered glass cut Dongchuan's skin and muscles, and the 10-meter-long table was covered with bright red blood.
Shen Ming ran to the end and flung forward, throwing the short Dong Chuan out like a bowling ball. The bloody short man rolled another 3 meters and stopped when he bumped into a poison making machine.
The whole process... 1.5 seconds!
Lin Fan, who was nailed to the spot by Shen Ming, looked dumbfounded, and sat down on the ground with his feet trembling. He had never seen anyone defeat Dongchuan in such a cruel way.
What Shen Ming used was the power, speed, and reaction obtained after Nirvana. These are the transcendence of his body that he had gained from being close to death countless times.
The muscles of ordinary people are divided into two types: 1. Skeletal muscle, which is the voluntary muscle that enables the human body to move freely. It can contract and relax with human consciousness, and is also the source of human basic strength; 2. Smooth muscle, which is the blood vessel, stomach, and digestive organs. and other involuntary muscles that line the gut. It is not controlled by consciousness and cannot move at will, but it is controlled by nerves, so He Chi often contracts and relaxes, but the contraction force is not strong, slow and long-lasting, and not easy to fatigue.
No matter you are an athlete or a fitness expert, no matter how hard you train, ordinary humans can only build skeletal muscles.
But the Nirvana people are a group of monsters who take the control of smooth muscle as a basic course. They use various methods to explore the absolute control over the body, control the heart muscle to increase the instantaneous blood pressure intensity, control the lung lobes to absorb more oxygen, and allow blood to supply muscles at a higher speed The tissues and peripheral nerves were exchanged for superhuman instant speed and monster-like explosive power.
He never thought of fighting with this posture in the city, he only blamed the guy in front of him, it really reminded him of his past nightmares.
"If you're going to die, you have to find someone to back you up..." Dongchuan, who had turned into a blood man, had glass shards in his mouth, and his only good hand tremblingly reached for his pocket, and took out the shock collar. remote control.
But before the finger was pressed, it was grabbed by Shen Ming who was sitting straddling him, and the bone-cutting kitchen knife he picked up slammed on his wrist.
"Ah!!!" Dong Chuan wailed like a pig being killed. It wasn't that his hands were chopped off, but... Shen Ming used the back of a knife, which directly smashed Dong Chuan's bones, but kept the flesh and blood still connected. Only by chopping it up a few more times can the people under him feel more pain.