The Last Mecha

Chapter 137 Revenge
As for the distortion caused by panic, as long as you use it proficiently, you can grasp and predict the direction to some extent.

In the later generations, Wu Gou knew a master who used panic. With a big gun, he could fill mountains and level seas, and all environments would become his home field. Every time he fought, he found it extremely difficult.

That man's weapon was the one he hated the most among what he had seen and heard - the Jue 梼杌.

Looking back, Wu Gou's panic now is far less exaggerated.

He reckoned that those ordinary qi weapons that were not at the quality level would gradually begin to deform after more than ten strokes against the blood-swallowing Qiongqi in his hand, and signs of scrapping would appear after twenty strokes.

As for the appearance level, his current Qi and Blood Swallowing Qiongqi levels are not worthy of fantasies.

Wu Gou exerted force on his wrist and squatted halfway, another smear of white light on the sharp edge turned into small dots, which burrowed into the ground under his feet.

The yellow mud wrapped in green grass arched all the way, and in two seconds it almost swelled to cover most of his body.

Then, the dry soil with a shit-yellow face collapsed.

Wu Gou tried several times, and the results were all kinds of strange, but the limit of collapse was almost on a line.

Difficult to consciously control, but acceptable distortion limit.

In hand-to-hand combat, especially in tight spaces, Panic improves him a lot.

Thinking this way, Wu Gou took out the small Qi detector from his pocket, and the value on the glass screen had soared to 8.22. The battle with Huo Jianfeng benefited him a lot.

Even without the help of Qimen Daotian, his physical ability is getting closer and closer to the limit of human beings.

In the blink of an eye, the sun was setting, and in Wu Gou's room, Nan Zhiyun's slender eyelashes looked as if she had drawn the curtains. She slowly opened her eyes, yawned, and then her brows wrinkled like water.

Only when she is sleeping, can she let go of all her worries. Every time she opens her eyes, the bleak reality rushes towards her face like a waterfall.

Especially now that she is in the room of a strange boy, although it didn't happen, but this is Xia Guo, and the other party even knows that she is from Annan.

If there is no conspiracy, she doesn't believe it.

But there were white silver dollars under the pillow, and the window was open, so she slipped away from the roof without any hindrance.

For a moment, Nanzhiyun wanted to run away, but those amber eyes dimmed instantly.

Where are you going?

Besides, she couldn't leave, the only person she cared about was still in this city, and his life and death were uncertain.

Standing on tiptoe, she quietly put her ears on the wooden door, and there was the movement of a family dining outside, laughter, talking, and the crisp sound of chopsticks moving the dishes.

At one point, there was a burst of footsteps running wildly in the corridor, scaring Nan Zhiyun to shrink directly under the bed, and then another heavier footstep followed. The boy whose ears were pinched kept begging for mercy, but unfortunately his eldest sister refused to eat this set.
The girl under the bed listened quietly, her eyes as lonely as snow.

After a stick of incense, the outside became quiet. Finally, Wu Gou pushed open the door. He glanced at the shadow under the bed and said nothing.

"Sure enough, he didn't leave."

he thought.

Wu Gou turned and went out, and when he came back, he was holding a bowl of food that had been prepared and hidden in advance.

He pushed out the warm porcelain bowl, and sat back in the corner near the door, keeping the furthest distance from her.

Nan Zhiyun poked his head out from under the bed, glanced at the half-cold food on the ground, and then at Wu Gou.

"Do you still have to treat you to eat? If you want to let you miss the afternoon meal? Don't worry about me, you run away."

The corner of the boy's eyes twitched, and he stretched out his hand in a gesture of invitation, with an expression of wishing for it.

Nan Zhiyun glared at him, and then ate quite deliciously.

When she raised her head, she saw Wu Gou by the corner standing in front of his feet with a finished cup of Yao Yin, eyes closed, big beads of sweat oozing out of his delicate face little by little, and she didn't really want to pay attention to her appearance .

The whole process lasted for half an hour. Nan Zhiyun didn't know how to cultivate Qi, but he had nothing to do, so he just watched from the sidelines.

Finally, when the moon was high above the trees, Wu Gou opened his eyes suddenly, and his dark eyes were full of radiance.

The corner of the girl's mouth twitched, and she felt the urge to ask him what he was doing, but she held back in the end.

"Here." Wu Gou stretched out his hand and threw the quilt out on the bed, "If you don't want to leave, I can lend you the quilt, and you can use the bed as you like."

After all, he opened the door and walked out without looking back, he didn't have the time to waste time with this girl.

He's got a bigger headache to deal with at night.

In the Jiangsong Guoshu Museum, the bright moon hangs high and shines thousands of miles away.

Wu Gou took a deep breath, pressed one hand on the door, and finally pushed gently.

He followed the bony lights to the courtyard with a patio. The middle-aged man in gray linen clothes looked up at the starry sky with his hands behind his back.

"Yo, remember now?"

"Well, Master Jiang, I...I saw a thief with some friends last night, and I chased it for a long time, so..."

"Hey, that sounds nice, have you gone drinking?"

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"Okay, you are not my apprentice of Xingyimen. I will keep this account in mind. I will ask you to get it back when you become an apprentice in the future. If there is no fate, then forget it."

As he said this, he took out a thick-headed book with a gray cover and no name on it from his pocket, then picked up a fountain pen, and wrote Wu Gou's name with a bold font, followed by a big "一" .

Wu Hook rested on his toes, and then caught a glimpse of Li Yinghong's name on the other end, and a long string of "positive" characters that couldn't be seen below.

He has been trembling for no reason since he saw the notebook, and the memory engraved in his last life has not been forgotten until now.

"Okay, hurry up, let's speed up the progress and make up for yesterday's."

When Jiang Mulin was done, he slapped Wu Gou on the shoulder, shaking his whole body.

The middle-aged man with the round face and short neck kept talking, making gestures with his hands and feet. He talked about boxing all night until four o'clock in the morning.

Most of them were known to Wu Gou a long time ago, and even had more unique insights. There are also very few, which are slight omissions in his Xingyi School martial arts in his previous life.

better than nothing.

"Are you awake?"

Jiang Mulin glanced at him, his gray eyes turned slightly.

"I can't do anything else, I just stay up late, and I'm alive and kicking all day without sleep."

"Success, what you said, let's continue tonight, and we will have a game with you before lunch tomorrow, so don't be picky."

Wu Gou naturally understood the implication.

The six rounds have already been played three rounds, and the remaining three rounds, Wing Chun Guo Yongsheng and Baji Li Youyi, were originally recognized as the champion contenders of the six rounds, but the appearance of Wu Gou is like a drop of black ink dripping into the clear pond.

Those two were both a few years older than him. They had undergone rigorous training and conditioning from a family of martial arts since they were young.

Especially that Li Youyi, whose fists and feet were so sharp that Wu Gou sucked his teeth in the audience.

They're all real battles.

"Can you win?"

Jiang Mulin pinched his gray eyebrows between his fingers and asked jokingly.

"Can't Master Jiang see it?"

Wu Gou's two words made the corner of his mouth twitch.

Still need to ask?

joke.

(End of this chapter)