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Chapter 43 Absolute Power!

After putting on the VR glasses, a dummy appeared in front of my eyes again.

The dummy stood ten meters in front of Zhou Peng, tipped its toes slightly, and then began to bounce and move.

Zhou Peng found that the dummy's footwork was extremely ethereal and flexible.

Because Zhou Peng was in training mode, after watching for a while, Zhou Peng directly stabbed the dummy with his sword.

The dummy's footsteps were nimble, and it turned sideways half a meter away with a light leap. No matter how Zhou Peng stabbed it, it couldn't hit it.

On the contrary, it was a dummy who circled around Zhou Peng while avoiding Zhou Peng's attack, and had the upper hand completely by virtue of his body skills.

"Like a white crane, graceful in posture but precise in footwork!"

Zhou Peng was directly overwhelmed by [Xianyun Crane Step]'s movement skills.

In fact, to be precise, the dummy is not a warrior, and there is no spiritual power on his body.

It's just that under the influence of the optical brain, it is extremely proficient in using the first form [Crane Step] of Xianyun Crane Step.

But even so, Zhou Peng, a second-level genetic warrior, couldn't hurt him at all.

If he had mastered the Crane Step yesterday, he would not be injured today when he was besieged by dozens of wild beasts.

Zhou Peng immediately put himself into the state of study.

Under Zhou Peng's control, the dummy showed every detail bit by bit, and Zhou Peng kept it in his heart.

After memorizing it, Zhou Peng took off his VR glasses and practiced according to those skills on the roof of the third floor.

The footwork is much more difficult than the hidden sword style.

In the hidden sword pose, as long as a few muscle force points and details are mastered, through muscle force, the hidden soft sword can be ejected.

But the footwork requires continuous trial and training to become proficient and flexible.

After practicing like this for half an hour, Zhou Peng felt a little tired, so he took a rocking chair from the illusory space, sat on the rocking chair and basked in the sun.

Don't say it yet.

In this wilderness, sitting on the roof of the third floor and basking in the sun is not bad.

After basking in the sun.

Zhou Peng suddenly remembered that in the illusory space, there were several bags of worms given to him by beggars.

There should be two or three hundred of them.

"If I remember correctly, the number of creatures I killed should be five thousand."

"I don't know what kind of special function will be activated by killing [-] creatures?"

Zhou Peng took out several bags of cockroaches and bugs, and then stepped on them.

crackling.

The bugs made all kinds of crisp sounds.

Afterwards, bread, milk, lean meat, vitamins, yellow peaches, canned oranges, etc. all burst out of thin air.

The only pity is that there is still no message prompting 'Kill [-] creatures'.

This made Zhou Peng a little frustrated.

Now in the wild, there are big beasts and monsters everywhere, and the difficulty of killing them is much higher than that of cockroaches.

After shaking his head helplessly, Zhou Peng realized all the cockroaches and other things that exploded.

Sit in a rocking chair.

While nibbling melon seeds and eating oranges, while looking at the huge wasteland, it feels like a vacation.

at this time.

The hum of a car rang in my ears.

Glancing at the footage captured by the drone, Zhou Peng saw a bigfoot van speeding towards him.

It's a big van.

The van alone is worth at least five hundred gold coins.

It is predicted that the person in this van should also be a second-level genetic warrior.

"An hour ago, a Level [-] exploded a bottle of Level C potion."

"This time, will another bottle of C-level potion explode?"

Not only was Zhou Pengfei not afraid of being hunted down.

On the contrary, I looked forward to it.

Soon, the van had parked next to Zhou Peng's house.

"Brother Fang, it should be here! Look, there are traces of the house being broken open over there. It is estimated that the kid is hiding here."

"Be careful, this kid is not simple! At least he is a second-level genetic warrior, he must be hiding carefully."

"So what about the second-level genetic warriors? Brother Fang, you are well-known in the field of hunters. You are known as the peak of the second-level. Even if you encounter a third-level beast, you can't fall behind."

"Go over there, don't brag. I met an injured phantom leopard. The leopard is fast, but it happened that its legs were injured so I barely dealt with it. What a shitty second-level peak, it was blown out. "

Zhou Peng could hear the conversation between the two people below.

Is it the second peak?
The corner of Zhou Peng's mouth rose.

The stronger the person he kills, the better the things that explode.

This second-level peak must burst out another bottle of C-level potion.

Of course, it would be even more perfect if a book of exercises could be released.

As for the chat between the two, they said that they were careful to hide things.

Zhou Peng felt that with his current strength as a quasi-level three genetic soldier, there was no need to hide at all.

He wants to see it.

Is it the so-called 'Level [-] Peak' who is powerful, or is he a quasi-level [-] genetic warrior himself?

Zhou Peng stood on the roof of the third floor overlooking the two, and said, "I'm here."

As he spoke, Zhou Peng tapped the soles of his feet lightly on the concrete floor, and his whole body was like a graceful crane bird falling from the sky, with a beautiful posture.

The third floor is about ten meters high.

Ordinary people would have at least half broken bones when they jumped down.

As for Zhou Peng, the bones and flesh of a quasi-level three genetic warrior, coupled with the blessing of his body skills, fell to the ground completely lightly.

When Zhou Peng fell to the ground.

The expressions of the two people who were about to break in through the door changed instantly.

The man on the left has a sturdy figure with scars on his face. He holds a broad sword in his right hand and a round shield in his left; the man on the right has thin, narrow eyes and a weapon that looks like a wolf's claw.

"Brother Fang, this guy feels, feels..." The thin man wearing the wolf claw weapon hesitated a bit.

The sturdy man's expression changed drastically, and he shouted, "Run! This guy can't be messed with, run!"

The man with the wolf claw gloves also cursed: "Is this a fucking ordinary hunter apprentice? I'm stupid!"

At this moment, the two of them were like gray rabbits being chased by wild wolves, turning their heads and rushing towards the van.

Sometimes there is really no need to fight, and the winner can already be determined.

Their opponent jumped down from the third floor, and his figure was graceful and graceful, and he was still light after landing.

This kind of agility and control of strength shows that the opponent is at least a quasi-level three genetic warrior.

Not only is it a quasi-level three genetic warrior, it may even have some special 'technique'.

How can they compare with it!
A wise person will know how to advance and retreat.

If you can't beat him, but you still have to fight hard, that's not courting death!
just.

They are all here, how could Zhou Peng let them go.

The two of them had just run to the side of the van, when Zhou Peng used the crane step, his forefoot leaped lightly on the ground a few times, and his body had already jumped to the side of the van.

Zhou Peng put his hand on the man wearing the wolf claw glove.

The thin man looked flustered, he hurriedly raised his wolf claws to grab Zhou Peng's arm, and cursed, "Get out!"

just.

His arms were not up yet.

The hidden sword under Zhou Peng's elbow cut across it with a whistling sound, and instantly chopped off his head.

The shot is crisp and sharp, and the hidden sword style is unexpected.

The moment Zhou Peng killed the skinny man, the burly man got into the car, closed the door, and started the car with a look of horror.

Zhou Peng stood in front of the car alone, pushing the car with his hands.

No matter how the burly man stepped on the accelerator, the car would not move, and the four tires would continue to skid on the ground.

strength!

This is the absolute power of a quasi-level three genetic warrior!

(End of this chapter)