From Fist Wishing Blade to Muscle King Ming

Chapter 436 Pain Sharing!

The chariot flew back to the food base outside the city,

After telling the chef to prepare the dishes, Leng Kongsheng lay down on the grass with nothing to love, staring at the sky with empty eyes, and fell into autism again.

Not broken!
No matter how much strength he exploded, no matter how frantically he beat him, he couldn't break Saitama's skin?

Saitama punched, and all the cells in his body were warning of the annihilation of his physical body.

Completely clueless!

Recalling the battle with Saitama, Leng Kong suddenly felt deeply powerless again.

This is something that has never happened before.

In countless times of frenzied training between life and death, he has already tempered breaking through the physical limit to the point that it is as simple as drinking water and eating, and his martial arts will is as strong as a golden core.

In the past in the pure white space, even if he was tortured and killed countless times by Himuro Ryo and Yulei Zero, he was mentally violent at most.

but now.
tired!

Destroy it!
After being defeated by Yujiro consecutively in Saber, he still has a strong fighting spirit.

When JOJO faced the ultimate body Wamu, he could still do everything to pull Wamu to the end.

This is because he can find the possibility of victory, as long as he does his best, releases everything, and moves towards the goal of surpassing his opponent.

But facing Saitama.
Leng Kong really couldn't find a chance of victory. It can even be said that even Saitama's strength limit is not qualified to see.

The body is squeezed until the heart almost explodes, but it can't break the skin of others.

Ha ha
How powerless is this?
Saitama made himself clearly perceive the death of Daoxiao with one punch.

How hopeless is this?
If you can see the difference in strength between each other, you don't need to see clearly, as long as you can judge the approximate range, the flames of cold air warfare will not be extinguished.

But the difference in strength between the two is so great that it has already surpassed the gap between heaven and earth.

What hunger, thirst, fighting spirit, blood boiling, and endless death are all meaningless in front of this power.

On the other side, the Banggu brothers have already curiously pulled Qiyu to the training ground.

They can make Leng Kong, a combat lunatic, a monster, and they also want to see what kind of existence Saitama really is.

Bangpu also wanted to help his disciples find their way back by relying on his whirlwind vigor for decades.

In order to invigorate the disciples who have been hit physically and mentally.

But after seeing Saitama punching out a super grand canyon stretching hundreds of thousands of kilometers, his eyes immediately popped out, his expression was dull,

The old man was silent.
Hemp egg!

If it weren't for getting older and knowing that there is no possibility of increasing one's own strength, the heart of martial arts would have been silenced long ago.

He may be the same as his disciple Leng Kong now, he was beaten to death.

Wait until you hear Saitama's secret to becoming stronger: hundreds of training methods!

The two old men's legs were weak, and they wanted to collapse on the ground and shut themselves up.

They said, with Leng Kong's hunger for fighting, how could he shut himself up after fighting this little bald head.

So this is it?

This bald head is clearly here to attack their warriors.

Compared with him, the hard training of warriors seems to be meaningless.

The body is crushed by its absolute strength, and the mind is trampled by its training methods. Even a warrior can't stand it?

Stop chatting and eat
The two old men were not in the mood to communicate anymore, and returned to the open-air cafeteria in a depressed mood.

Only the heartless Saitama enjoyed this feast. The various delicacies prepared by the top chefs basically didn't stop with his chopsticks after he served the table.

As for warriors, Banggu, Bangpu, and Lengkong only held their chopsticks mechanically, and they didn't even know what they were eating.

"Well, I'm so full!"

“It tastes delicious!”

"I'm full again!"

After dinner, Qiyu drove the two elders home in a chariot, feeling that this trip was not in vain.

Eating is so satisfying.

He has driven Lengkong's chariot many times when he was shopping for vegetables, and he is already very proficient. In addition, it has an automatic return system, so he doesn't have to worry about returning to the gourmet base.

Convenience!

"Your disciple may be depressed for a while."

After returning to the dojo again, Banggu looked at the bald head who was driving away, and sighed to his brother.

"No one can help you with this kind of thing,"

Bump frowned, "He can only overcome it by himself."

"Open the door!"

"I'm so bored!"

"Come out and be alone!"

The body is in urgent need of lifting the corpse, and the consciousness enters the pure white space, and I hear Yujiro throwing up and begging someone to come out and relax with the beating.

"Stop barking, come and talk!"

Leng Kong sat listlessly on the ground, then waved slightly to Yujiro,

"Well, what happened?"

Yujiro looked at Leng Kongsheng's unrequited expression, and said in surprise: "It's not like you!"

"Hey, I met a monster."

Leng Kong let out a long sigh,
"Monsters are also afraid of being beaten."

Yujiro was puzzled, "Besides, aren't you a monster yourself, are you still afraid of him?"

"It's different this time, it's a real monster!"

Leng Kong shook his head, "I broke out all the potential of my body without breaking his skin."

"So strong?"

Yujiro said as a matter of course: "Then sneak attack!"

"No sneak attack, huh?"

Before Leng Kong could say the word "use", there was the whistling wind in his ears,
Bang dong!

The next moment, Yujiro's head was carried by the instep of his feet and came into close contact with the ground.

"No, Yujiro, what are you doing?"

Being hit suddenly, Leng Kong felt a little dazed.

"Can you still do it?"

Only then did Leng Kong fall to the ground with one kick, and Yujiro's knife fell down quickly again, slashing Leng Kong's neck fiercely.

"Sneak attack!"

Yujiro roared and volleyed violently. The huge force directly caused Leng Kong to slide tens of meters away by rubbing against the ground.

"Then use crazy beatings to satisfy my hunger and thirst!"

"Ha ha."

At the same time as he spoke, he kicked his feet on the ground and shot towards the cold air again, a ferocious devil's face condensed on the muscles behind his back during the dash.

Ghost back!

Don't get me wrong, Yujiro didn't kindly use the battle to let the cold air vent, or let him regain his blood in the battle.

He was just plain hungry.

Ever since I picked up Ghana, other experience bodies have stayed behind closed doors one by one.

No one beats him, and there is no place to display the newly fused new power. His hunger, thirst, and fighting spirit have long been suppressed, so full.

In addition, Leng Kong's current state is not right at first glance, it is an excellent time to beat him.

As the experience body of the most scumbag creature on the ground, how could he miss this good opportunity?
"You're not happy anyway, so just become a target for me to show off my new power!"

"Make me happy, haha"

The figure came suddenly, and it was a violent blow to the cold air.

Punch, Straight, Uppercut, Swing, Jab, Sweep!
Elbow, top elbow, side elbow, oblique elbow, horizontal elbow, pick elbow!
Legs, whip legs, sweep legs, stomp legs, critical strikes, knee strikes!
The technical essence of the fighters and martial arts masters of Quanyuan Saber was used by Yujiro freely, and the sound of intensive blows exploded continuously on Leng Kong's body.

Yujiro knew that even if he incorporated the "angel evolution" of the sexy prisoner, his physique had greatly improved, but he still had a long way to go from Leng Kong in terms of pure strength.

Therefore, technology, this kind of impure thing that he didn't look down on before, is now played with great enthusiasm by him.

But the problem is... in the face of the absolute defense of the black light, his fist didn't even break the cold air...

(End of this chapter)