For a moment, Garen only felt that the left half of his body was hot and the right half was cold. An indescribable drowsiness kept hitting his brain, as if someone was hammering his head hard with a hammer.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
He heard his heart beating, beating, beating, as heavy as a war drum. With every heartbeat, the hot and cold bodies on Garen's left and right sides slowly began to converge.
Two streams of blood, one cold and one hot, were intertwined with each other, forming a fine spiral structure, which began to flow rapidly in Garen's body.
In the testing hall, the cold moonlight streamed in from the high windows, covering Garen like a white veil.
He stood stiffly in front of the sandbag, his face flushed like a boiled shrimp. On the hair, body, and trousers, a faint sweat mist slowly evaporated.
I don't know how long it has been.
There was a click.
Garen slowly moved his body, and there was a crisp joint sound between the bones. Immediately afterwards, all the joints began to make a crackling sound, like fried beans cracking into pieces.
His brain finally came to his senses, the first thing Garen did was to walk up to the 200-pound sandbag, raised his right arm, and took a deep breath.
Boom!
The sandbags flew high and flew over the passing line, making the metal frame creak and creak. Then it swayed back and was slapped by Garen to stabilize it.
"The strength has increased again." He spread his right palm and looked at his skin. The surface of the palm seemed to be coated with a layer of crystal clear cutin. Hitting the sandbag directly with bare hands was like hitting with a fist glove, without any friction pain at all. Before that, he also felt slight pain when hitting sandbags with his bare hands.
The attribute column below the field of view has changed again.
Strength has increased from 0.52 to 0.53, and Constitution has also increased from 0.31 to 0.33.
"Combined with the Explosive Fist, the toughness of my skin has increased a lot." Garen rubbed his hands together and scanned the entire test room. He found a brown wooden shelf in the corner, which was filled with various cold weapons.
Knight sword, triangular shield, machete, epee, dagger, hammer, axe. It is almost full of common weapons.
Garen walked over, took down a silver dagger, and gently pulled out the sheath.
The dagger reflected a layer of faint silver light under the moonlight, and the tip of the knife was even a bit dazzling, looking extremely sharp.
He took the dagger and lightly scratched it on the back of his hand.
hiss..
Just like scratching on hard cowhide, there are only a little white scratches on the arm.
"Sure enough. It's true that violent boxing has improved the strength of the body! No wonder there is also an exercise method of hitting the body with a mallet in the steps of boxing."
Garen was overjoyed, and then slowly began to increase his strength.
Start with an estimated force of about 1 pound and gradually increase the force.
2 lbs. 3 lbs. 5 lbs. 10 lbs. 15 lbs. 20 lbs! !
Suddenly, a small wound was cut on the arm by the dagger. The tip of the knife just cut into the muscle, but it was immediately stuck, unable to move at all.
Gallon felt a pain in his arm, and immediately withdrew the dagger.
"It's about 20 pounds. It can barely pierce my skin. It's such a powerful violent boxing technique. No wonder it takes years of training to master it, and it requires a certain amount of talent. It is indeed the signature fighting technique of Baiyun Martial Arts!"
You must know that he can defend against a 20-pound dagger stabbing with only the degree of muscle relaxation. If the muscles tense up.
Garen thought for a while, and then began to test the piercing strength of the tensed muscles.
Start directly from 20 pounds, and add it until you reach 50 pounds before barely piercing the muscles.
"This level is close to hard qigong. Powerful!"
Putting the dagger back on the shelf, Garen relaxed his muscles, only to see blood slowly start to overflow from his arm, but it condensed immediately.
After checking the remaining potential, there was still 24%. After tidying up his body and getting dressed, Garen picked up the key hanging by the sandbag and left the testing room.
As an official student, everyone is eligible to use the training and testing facilities of the branch library at any time, so each official student in the branch library has a key to open the door.
Walking out of the gate of the branch library, the street was empty, and a gust of cold wind swept a newspaper on the street and flew away slowly.
Garen began to trot along the night street, heading towards his home. This is also one of the ways of exercising that he has developed recently.
It was close to 10 o'clock, and this street was a relatively remote place, so there were no people there. In order to run spaciously, Garen chose a remote and remote route.
After running for more than ten minutes, I only saw a few people.
The dim street lights shone on the quiet street, only the sound of Garen's self-slapping footsteps echoed. Occasionally, in the distance, there was the banging of wooden planks as shops closed.
beep!
Suddenly, there was a sound of car horns from the corner of the dark street ahead.
Garen stepped out of the middle of the street to the left and jogged, watching a bright black classic car approaching to his right. The yellow headlights dazzled his eyes as he turned the corner. Garen raised his hand to block it.
The moment the classic car passed by, the numbers in Garen's vision suddenly jumped.
"The potential is moving!!?"
He turned back sharply and rushed towards the classic car. The potential in the field of vision grows from the remaining 23% in a flash, and it rises to 45% in just a moment of passing by.
For a while, he didn't think much about it, his only thought was to stop the classic car first.
The entire Huaishan City has no jewels that can absorb potential, only this time!
"Please stop the car!"
Garen ran to the front of the classic car, opened his hands and shouted loudly.
Cars in this world are inherently slow. After being blocked, the classic car didn't show any intention of stopping, and directly ran over Garen.
"I wipe!"
Garen hurriedly moved aside, and trotted after the car.
"Kill him."
Vaguely, he heard a woman's voice, and then saw a man in the co-pilot wearing black gloves making gestures to open the car door.
With a bang, the car door swung open, hitting Garen on the side, and a black dagger stabbed silently into Garen's lower abdomen.
Garen's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively grabbed the arm behind the dagger. Then he punched the glass window with his left hand reflexively.
Click! Wow! !
The arm holding the dagger was easily pinched off like a dry branch, the red muscles and white tendons were torn and popped out, and blood splashed all over the car door.
At the same time, the glass of the car was also easily smashed through. In the rain of fine shards of glass, Garen's left hand punched the man in the co-pilot's seat in the face.
The man's face was severely sunken, his nose, mouth, and eyes were all deformed and gathered together, stained red with blood, and the white bones and dregs of the bullets made a crisp rattling sound on the windshield.
Garen was stunned.
The man in the car was also stunned.
The classic car continued to drive forward, and the door hanging in Garen's hand was pulled open by the force of the car, and a slim corpse rolled out of it. She is a young girl with a good figure.
The girl rolled down in front of Garen, her face completely smashed, like red and white tofu mixed with ketchup, and a black dagger held in her right arm was broken off and tilted to one side. The black windbreaker on his body highlights his uneven figure.
Judging from her appearance, she is a young girl.
In the thick smell of blood, Garen also smelled a faint scent of perfume.
Glancing at the corpse in front of him, Garen raised his head and looked blankly at the old car going away. He seemed to vaguely see the shape and shape of the driver, and a pair of cold red eyes looking back.
"I killed someone." Looking at the splashes of bright red on his brown pants, Gallen suddenly felt a sense of panic that he had never felt before.
"I killed someone," he muttered in a low voice, looking down at the girl's body.
Suddenly, he glanced left and right, but there was no one on the street. After confirming that no one saw him, Garen rolled up his blood-spattered trousers and ran away without saying a word.
The flustered and rhythmless footsteps gradually faded away.
After rushing back home, he opened the door with the key, and Garen rushed to his bedroom without saying a word.
"It's brother, I'll put your pocket money for next week on the dining table for you." Ying'er opened the door and came out of the bedroom, suddenly staring at Garen walking in front of her in a daze, her face turned pale, and the words she said immediately followed. It came to an abrupt end.
boom!
The bedroom door was closed.
"Garon is back? Don't you take a shower after going out for a run?" Mother Bernila asked as she opened the bedroom door.
"It's Garen, did you go out to exercise again?" Father Aisen's voice came from the bedroom.
"Well, it's just that I came back in a hurry today. As soon as I came in, I rushed to his bedroom. No one saw it." The mother complained and closed the door again.
Hoo. Hoo.
call.
Garen leaned his back against the door and panted heavily. His face was frighteningly white, and the pupils of his eyes kept shrinking and expanding.
The moment when he punched the girl to death just now is still clearly replaying in his mind. Broken white bones, scarlet blood, broken arms, and the last pair of red eyes.
"No one should have seen it." Garen carefully recalled the surrounding situation at that time. There was indeed no one on the street. The location was at a very remote corner, and the street lights were dim, and it was in the blind spot of the car lights. .
"It's true that no one saw it, except for the driver!" Garen reorganized the situation and murmured affirmatively.
Although the excessively increased strength has been basically mastered under his training. But in a critical moment, when life was threatened, Garen instinctively used all his explosive power. Moreover, he was afraid that he would not have enough strength, so he used up all the strength he could use!
As a result, the other party died so badly that he couldn't die any more.
Boom boom boom.
"Brother, are you alright?" Ying'er's voice came from outside the door.
"It's okay, I'll come out right away after changing my clothes." Garen replied in his usual tone as much as possible.
"Oh, let me boil the water for you first?"
"Okay, thanks."
The footsteps gradually left.
Garen calmed down his beating heart a little, took out his pajamas from the closet and changed them on, and crumpled up the formal disciple's brown Dao uniform, exposing the side that wasn't splashed with blood. Then he walked to the door and turned the door open.
scare!
"What are you doing!!?" There was a figure standing at the door, it was Ying'er in school uniform.
Garen wanted to close the door reflexively, but was immediately caught by Yinger's foot. Before he had time to think about it, he turned around and rushed a few steps before the door opened, directly stuffed the changed clothes under the bed, and then sat on the bed to block that position with his feet.
(end of this chapter)