From Fist Wishing Blade to Muscle King Ming

Chapter 26 Transformation!

"Huh? Still angry?"

"Let the medical staff come in quickly!"

The referee put his finger across Wu Lian's nose, and found that Wu Lian, whose body was about to turn into mud, was still breathing weakly, and immediately yelled anxiously.

Boxing competitions usually have medical staff stationed on the field. Hearing the call of the referee, the nurses immediately rushed forward with a stretcher.

"not dead?"

Hearing the news, Leng Kong looked back in shock.

The vitality of the Wu clan is really abnormal, and they are too resistant.

Being smashed like that by myself can still save his life. The toughness and strength of the cell tissue are definitely several times higher than ordinary people, and the bones of the body are definitely harder than steel!

"But it's still a little weak, and the technique is a little bit worse, so I didn't have much fun!"

Leng Kong felt a little puzzled. Could it be that the Wu clan spent all their energy on polishing their bodies, so they ignored martial arts?
"weak?"

"Hehe. Don't underestimate the Wu Clan. I heard that their younger generation has a genius with 100% liberation, and he is a lunatic. You'd better pray that the Wu Clan won't send him out next time."

Ziyin smiled lightly.

"next time?"

Leng Kong noticed the keywords in it.

"Well, the Wu clan has a rule that as long as the money is collected, the task will be completed. If it fails, they will continue to send people to follow up until it is completed."

"For thousands of years, they have been the most disciplined assassination family."

"Of course the loss is too great. Whether they will secretly solve the employer's interrupted mission, no one knows."

"History does show a few."

"The goal is too strong, and the Wu clan couldn't complete the mission even though they suffered a lot of deaths.

"The final result is that the employer disappears, while the Wu family has continued until now"

"But these are speculations, there is no evidence."

"So, don't doubt it, the Wu clan will definitely send stronger people to fight against you."

"Stronger?"

Leng Kong's excited fighting spirit was like burning fireworks, and the red eyes that slowly faded turned blood red again.
"Haha. That's what makes it interesting!"

"I'll wait for them!"

"Don't go crazy after winning a few games. Playing with this mentality, I'm afraid you will die and it will be ugly."

Ziyin thought that Leng Kong won a few games and lost her mind, so she sounded a warning.

"I know, no!"

Leng Kong feels that Ziyin doesn't need to worry about this at all. As long as he stands in the ring, he will fight with the mentality that the enemy will die or we will die. This is taught by Ryo Himuro's experience.

It has nothing to do with being crazy or not.

"Fortunately, the task of the Wu family is to defeat you in the arena. They cannot use weapons and firearms. Otherwise, you would have died long ago if you replaced it with assassination."

Ziyin was worried, and added another sentence.As the bigwigs in the assassination world of the Wu family, she never doubted the opponent's strength.

"Okay, sister, don't talk about it, let's send Mr. Leng to the hospital immediately!"

Seeing that Zhu Mei was still talking nonsense to Leng Kong, and Leng Kong himself didn't take his injuries seriously, Zhu Mei who was standing beside her was anxious to cry again.

"I see, it hurts your heart."

Seeing this, Ziyin smiled.

Waving back to Koizumi-chan, who was still negotiating with the chunky and wretched man, the group walked out of the underground parking lot amid wild cheers from the crowd.

Enter the hospital, and then come out wrapped in rice dumplings.

In fact, Leng Kong's injury is not serious, just apply some medicine, and suture and bandage the serious part.

But I couldn't hold back the enthusiasm of the two Ziyin sisters, saying that such a good speed can also avoid infection.

Zhu Mei was worried that she was telling the truth, after all, her pear blossom and rainy expression couldn't be faked.

But Ziyin and Leng Kong suspected that she was afraid that she would leave a scar, which would affect her appearance.

In the end, apart from the thighs, Leng Kong's upper body and head were wrapped in bandages, leaving only his eyes.

After returning home, Zhu Mei was worried that eating in Leng Kong would break her newly sewn lips, so she ordered the kitchen to stir all kinds of meat, vegetables, fruits, and milk into a mixed juice, then inserted a straw, and brought a full bucket in front of Leng Kong herself. .

As a serious muscle control person, she has been studying this muscle-building mixture for a long time, and she just wants to become a high-level muscle person one day and enjoy it by herself.

Watching the girl move her mouth, the big meal turned into the appetizing paste in front of her eyes, and Leng Kong suddenly felt as if she had returned to the muscle-building period.

"belch"

The unbearable memory of the taste flooded out again, before Leng Kong burped.

He wanted to say no to eating, but he was embarrassed to refuse when he was stared at by the girl's big black eyes, and he really needed to replenish his energy after the fierce battle.

It's done!

It's like remembering bitterness and sweetness.

Holding the thick straw with his fingers in his mouth, "Kang Bang" sucked hard, and the mixed juice with an indescribable taste quickly fell into his mouth.

"Ah this smell. I. I'll go"

I haven't drank it for a while, and I feel that this thing is more difficult to drink, but the task of replenishing energy for the body is finally completed.

"I'm done eating, let's go back to the house first."

He didn't even need to wipe his mouth, and stood up after drinking the cold air. He couldn't wait to absorb the physical characteristics of the Wu clan.

"Ah, Mr. Leng, go back and have a good rest."

"I'll prepare a big meal for you tomorrow."

Zhu Mei had crooked eyes and a sweet smile.

But Leng Kong looked like a little devil in his eyes.

He really doesn't want to drink this kind of feast anymore.

Drinking the same, the same drink is infinitely more delicious than this kind of mixture. Anyway, I have a strong digestion ability, so I can drink it.

"No need, don't you still have to go to the academy tomorrow?"

"Don't worry about me, I want to sleep late tomorrow."

"Yes, if you are injured, you should rest well."

Zhu Mei looked at the housekeeper: "Mr. Sang, you have to help me take good care of Mr. Leng."

"Yes, Second Miss!"

"According to your specifications, I will ask the kitchen to prepare 10 servings tomorrow."

The housekeeper smiled peacefully, and the peaceful Leng Kong wanted to give him a slap in the face, it would be better if he was wrapped into rice dumplings like himself.

"Whatever."

Thinking that the physical characteristics of the Wu clan were still waiting for his favor, Leng Kong didn't care about the food issue, and walked out of the restaurant with a few useless thighs.

Go back to the room and lock the door, lie down on the bed and concentrate.

The next moment, the spirit body appeared in the pure white space.

"Let me take a look at the 1300 years of genetic improvement of the Wu clan."

Looking at the ball of light floating in the center of the square, Leng Kong couldn't wait to touch it.

The light sphere unfolds, revealing two options.

1: experience body
2: Physical characteristics

Is this still worth thinking about?

Leng Kong poked his finger on option 2 without the slightest hesitation.

After the selection is over, the light cluster melts into the palm of the hand like water droplets, and the consciousness returns to the physical body from the pure white space in an instant.

"what"

Before he opened his eyes, Leng Kong felt as if his body was being roasted on a fire, and immediately let out a scream.

After the consciousness is fully awake, the feeling is clearer,
The body was so hot that it seemed to be stuffed into a furnace, no. It was not stuffed into the furnace, but the fiery furnace exploded directly in the body, and every cell in the body was burning violently.

The skin under the bandages was red and bloody under the high temperature, like a boiled lobster.

The endless inhuman pain that went deep into the bone marrow and directly to the soul made Leng Kong, who had long been accustomed to any injury, squeeze his facial features into a ball, and his face was distorted beyond human appearance.

"Hehe."

There was also an uncontrollable whimper of pain from his throat.

If it weren't for the fact that they lived in a single villa and the sound insulation was good, this would have alarmed the rest of the manor.

(End of this chapter)