From Fist Wishing Blade to Muscle King Ming

Chapter 8 Death flow!
"By the way, do you know what a real fighter is?"

Ziyin suddenly changed the subject.

"Do not really understand"

Leng Kong shook his head, "But literally, it should be similar to a boxer's profession, right?"

Zaoliuyuan Ziyin exhaled a puff of green smoke: "What about the boxing wish?"

"never heard of that."

Leng Kong continued to shake his head.

"You don't know anything, but you dare to become a fighter? Hehe"

Ziyin from Soruin laughed softly, "A fighter will lose his life if he is not careful!"

"How to say?"

Leng Kong blinked his eyes, he had a feeling that he could get a glimpse of the true face of this world from Ziyin of Soryuin.

"What do you think is the most direct way to solve business competition?"

Zou Liuyuan Ziyin did not directly answer Leng Kong's words, but asked another question.

"I don't know, I haven't gone through business."

Leng Kong has something to say.

He was paralyzed at a young age in his previous life, and when he came to this world, he devoted himself to exercising his body. He really didn't understand business.

"Violence!"

The gorgeous Soruin Ziyin spit out two words that were completely inconsistent with her temperament.

"The most direct and efficient way to resolve disputes is to use violence! Use unstoppable violence to completely defeat your opponent."

"In this way, no one dares to compete with you."

Uh... isn't this an assassination?

Could it be that the real position of fighters is killers?
Leng Kong is a little confused, what time is this, and the little devil is still so bloody?
"Of course, uncontrolled violence will eventually cause chaos, but when violence is orderly, this is the most effective way to resolve disputes."

Zou Liuyuan Ziyin explained: "The Fist Wish Club came into being in this environment. When conflicts of interests and business competitions arise, both parties arrange the ring through the Fist Wish Club.

"The rules are very simple. Both sides send strong men to fight one-on-one, with bare hands!"

"The winner gets everything, the loser gets out!"

"The challenger puts the glory of victory above his life in the arena, and if he is not careful, he will die. This is a real fighter!"

Speaking of this, Ziyin of the Zaoliuyuan looked at Leng Kong meaningfully.

"So, do you still want to become a fighter?"

"Let's join the fitness department of Huangying Women's College. With your figure, the world champion in bodybuilding is not just taken casually. There is no need to fight with others until you are bloody."

"Haha." Instead of being frightened, Leng Kong laughed out loud.

"This kind of life is enough energy and blood, isn't it?"

"Oh haha"

Leng Kong has long had enough of being weak in his previous life, how can he be worthy of himself if he doesn't let go after a new life?
Isn't the fighting arena the intense sport that I yearn for!

Haha
Only when the blood is hot enough can I feel that I am still alive!Ha ha
Isn't it just death?
He is almost used to it. Although he is in the spiritual world, the sense of reality is not much different from the real world.

And Leng Kong has already enjoyed the feeling of life and death.

Because when a person is on the verge of death, the body and brain will secrete various hormones crazily.

And after the habit of death, the fear fades away, and you can feel the massive pleasure brought by the hormone rushing wildly in your brain like a tide.

At that moment, the thinking consciousness will also be unprecedentedly concentrated and sublimated!

It's so cool, don't want it!

He died a lot, and he had a faint urge to experience it in this world.

After all, no matter how realistic the simulation of the spiritual world is, it will still be a bit off.

Leng Kong wants to play for real, but he only has one life. If he dies just to experience it, it's not worth it!

It's best to be able to dawdle back and forth on the brink of death, so that you can always enjoy it?
Haha, I am really clever!

"Then you should practice hard. Whenever you feel that you are qualified to stand in the ring, come to me. I don't need to spend money to hire fighters outside."

Seeing Leng Kong's qi rising, Zuoliuyuan Ziyin didn't take it seriously.

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, but newcomers, aren't they all like this?

If you get beaten up a few more times by reality, you will obediently come back to be a vase of muscles.

"Mr. Sang, go to my office and give him a copy of the materials of the boxing club and fighters. I'll go back to my room and take a beauty sleep."

After finishing speaking, Ziyin twisted her waist and walked out the door.

Last night, she heard that someone was staying at home, so she didn't sleep well, and hurried back early in the morning, her skin was a little dry.

"Yes, Miss!"

The butler nodded and followed closely behind.

"Remember, if he dares to appear in Zhu Mei's and I's residential building at night, ask the security team to incite him!"

After going out, Zou Liuyuan Ziyin didn't forget to give a warning, and then swayed and prepared to go back to catch up on sleep.

In fact, she can let Leng Kong move out to live, at worst, give some subsidies.

As far as the salary of a fighter trainee is concerned, she can afford it even if it is ten times higher.

But people are invited by my younger sister Zhu Mei, and she is not easy to be a villain.

And don't underestimate the security forces at the consortium's home!
The main thing is
Soruin Ziyin licked her lower lip,

The most important thing is that there is such a perfect muscle vase at home, it makes me feel good when I see it, doesn’t it?
"Passed?"

Looking at the clean and tidy dining table and the empty hall, Leng Kong breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally, I can practice with peace of mind!"

Leng Kong feels that if his looks and muscles are a little bit worse, he may be kicked out directly.

"Keep going!"

Leng Kong strode towards the backyard: "Bastard Bingshi Liang, if he says he will kill you, he will kill you!"

Bare in shorts, with his eyes closed, his swollen muscles made him look like an iron tower just sitting cross-legged on the ground.

As the mind was fighting fiercely in the pure white world, the body was also trembling violently, and beads of sweat burst out from the pores of the whole body like rain.

Said to beat Ryo Himuro to death, but in the end he was tortured to death by the opponent again!

"Hoohoo."

The first thing you do when you open your eyes is to take a deep breath.

"Just meditation can cause such a big reaction?"

A voice full of doubts suddenly sounded on the field.

The speaker was Ziyin Soryuin who had just woken up.

Thinking of having a vase of perfect muscles at home, I was about to come over to enjoy the scenery, but happened to encounter the cold air and was forcibly blasted out of the pure white world by Ryo Himuro.

As the chairman of the foundation, Soryuin Ziyin is familiar with fighter training.

In addition, he fell in love with Chujianquan's pectoralis major at first sight in high school, and had a personal relationship with top fighters. He can be regarded as one of the bosses who knows fighters best among businessmen.

But she hadn't seen anyone who just meditated would have such a big reaction.

"what?"

Leng Kong, who was still in a state of death confusion, heard the sound and instinctively looked towards the sound source.

"hiss"

But as soon as the eyes of the two met, the endless death in Leng Kongsan's eyes made Ziyin let out a terrified gasp.

What kind of eyes are these?
Empty, dead, without the slightest life!
The moment the well-informed Soruin Ziyin looked at each other, he felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss of death.

"windy"

Severe cold and fear enveloped her whole body, Zou Liuyuan Ziyin shuddered, and subconsciously avoided looking at Leng Kong.

"call"

Then he stretched his palm into his bosom, took out a cigarette tremblingly, lit it, and took a deep breath.

Hope to use nicotine to soothe the feared mind a little bit.

She had never seen such a terrifying "death intent" on any fighter.

Maybe I really found a treasure, this Leng Kong is not only talented in muscles, but also has the potential to become a top fighter in the field of fighters!
"Hoohoo."

As usual, Leng Kong completed his full set of soothing exercises and deep breathing, and only looked at Soryuin Ziyin after regaining his sanity.

"What did you say?"

"Uh?"

At any rate, Zou Liuyuan Ziyin is also the person in charge of the consortium, and this period of time is enough for her to suppress her fear.

At least the surface is calm, shaking the ashes and said: "I want to ask what school you study, how can you get such a big reaction when you meditate."

Leng Kong thought that he was hammered to death by Bingshi Liang in the pure white world, and said in a fit of anger, "Death flow!"

"No wonder so!"

Soruin Ziyin showed a relieved expression.

Although she had never heard of the flow of death, she had personally felt the extremely cold "death".

"Practice well, I look forward to the moment when you officially enter the ring!"

After speaking, the figure faded and walked out of the backyard.

No, nonsense, do you believe it?

Didn't you want to be a muscular vase in front of you, why are you looking forward to it?

Leng Kong, who still didn't know what happened, was stunned.

(End of this chapter)