The Last Mecha

Chapter 154
Waving his hands and looking at Wu Gou's back, Tom Totti pulled off the brim of his black hat, half of his face was hidden in the shadow of the sun.

He breathed a sigh of relief, showing a half-salty smile, then returned to the cabin filled with the voice of the Queen of North Africa, and poked his fingertips towards the dark envelope.

The blue eyes reflected the things in his hands, and Tom Totti lingered for a long time before he took out a sharp knife from under the table and carefully picked apart the wax.

Inside is a thin piece of letter paper, only one piece, on which is written notarized Breton in beautiful handwriting with a fountain pen, the grammar is proficient, and the language is appropriate.

Only, not even half a page.

With this little content, can a leading figure in the British scientific community put aside countless important matters at hand and sneak all the way to Jiang Song?

Tom Totti couldn't help wondering, feeling that it was unlikely anyway.

Most of the time, some people have a smooth life, and many things are unavoidably simple in their hearts, thinking that the whole earth revolves around themselves.

Thinking like this, he moved his eyes down the first word, not noticing that his thumb holding the letter was getting tighter and tighter, revealing a flush of blood.

Seeing the end, Tom Totti's eyes shrank suddenly, and he stood up unconsciously. The glass table in front of him was knocked a few inches away, and the tea cups and decorations on it rang and shattered to the ground. Brown coffee stained half of the expensive carpet.

But he didn't care, just stared at the letter in his hand, reading it over and over again.

The smelly old man of the Academy of Sciences, I'm afraid I have to change my itinerary.

As he thought about it, he suddenly laughed.

"Little monster."

A few days passed quickly, and Wu Gou insisted on using the memory core every night.

Over the past few days, he has died dozens of times in the world of thinking, and even Jiang Mulin is worried that such high-intensity use will affect his mental health.
Body and spirit, I asked him to take it easy.

It's just that the boy grinned unreservedly every time, looking full of energy, so he didn't say anything more.

This was the last day before the fifth round. Wu Gou fought against Jiang Mulin in his prime, and he was able to fight twenty strokes at one point. For this body that has just been acquired for more than three months and is growing rapidly every day, he has mastered it well. More and more handy.

Not only mastering the body, but continuous high-intensity battles with an unborn genius who has been studying for decades, the benefits are far beyond what can be compared on the battlefield.

Every day, no, every time they fight, Wu Gou can gain new experience from Jiang Mulin.

The reaction of the martial arts unicorn to him is also changing every day to the degree that can be seen with the naked eye.

The night before, the violent vibration and the flashing light almost made Wu Gou think he had succeeded, but it was a pity that everything quieted down in the end.

Just one step away.

23. This is the goal Wu Gou set for himself today.

Today, he has died five times in the thinking space, and the best result among them is just equal to the previous record of twenty strokes, without the feeling of enlightenment.

In order to fight tomorrow, Wu Gou had to maintain his condition, and it was impossible to get the dawn like a few days ago.

The last attempt, no matter what the result is, must be over. Go back and cultivate your energy so that you can return to your best state at dawn.

There were six competitions and six people, but only this Yamazaki Ryuichi, Wu Gou didn't have any goodwill and appeasement, even if he didn't think he would lose, he didn't want to let the other party have the slightest chance.

So, whether you can master the metal core of Tanwu Qilin before today depends on this last time.

In the forest full of vitality, the sound of fists and feet criss-crossed startled a tree of flying birds.

Right now the two have played against each other to No.19.

With a howling wind, Jiang Mulin sharply poked his leg, and pointed a grey-black line abruptly.

Wu Gou slid sideways, rolled half a circle on the spot, and the sharp toe of his shoe almost brushed against his cuff.

After he dodged this kick, the anger in his eyes exploded, and his thumb and index finger were like big pliers trying to gouge out the hollow of his knee.

Unexpectedly, before he could make a move, Jiang Mulin jumped into the air with one leg, and the other vacated leg swept a deadly arc, pointing directly at his throat.

Wu Gou had no choice but to weigh it, he withdrew his hands and leaned back, and had to build a very curved iron bridge. The mighty wind rubbed against his neck and drew hot air.

Without a chance to catch his breath, Jiang Mulin volleyed in the air, and after falling in the posture of a crane, his veined fists fell with the force of thunder.

From this move, Wu Gou fell into a disadvantage.

It has always been like this these days. He always waits steadily for an opportunity, but he doesn’t see the opportunity. process.

Every time he enters this situation, his life is at most only the last three strokes left.

It seemed to be a coincidence, but after adding it up again and again, Wu Gou began to feel that something went wrong.

What exactly is it that I have missed?
The shadow of the fist piercing down was horrifying, and the deep sound of flesh and bone pounding was accompanied by a heart-rending pain, which came from his arm. Wu Gou's eyes were burning, and when he gritted his teeth, half of his arm seemed to abandon the pain, and there was a solid force The Tao is pushed out from the chest mouth layer by layer.

The sophisticated slashing punches drew a neat arc in mid-air, but Jiang Mulin did not back down, turned back with his left hand, raised his strength from his chest, and slammed up with slashing punches that felt the same.

Two arms intertwined, one gray and one blue cuffs mixed into cloudy eyes, Wu Gou frowned, his unyielding counterattack was still suppressed, because since the last move, his breath was not so coherent.

For Piquan, this is discounted.

The disadvantages are slowly expanding.

What's the difference?
At the same time, a sentence sounded in his ears for no reason, and the world of thinking became extremely slow.

"Martial arts are like playing chess."

Whether it was a rainy day or a cloudy day, he couldn't remember.When several brothers and sisters were vying for food, the master on the opposite side suddenly said such a sentence.

At that time, no one cared, and Jiang Mulin was not in a hurry, he knew that it was indeed too early for these bastards.

It's a pity that there is no chance to mention it again in the future. This sentence has been buried for decades.

Not only this time, the master mentioned it time and time again.

All these words that slipped through the fingers and didn't necessarily pay attention suddenly surged up, and even the sky of the thinking world became bright.

"It's not enough to rely on wild intuition, field wisdom and experience."

"If you fight like this, you will lose to someone who is weaker than you. He reacts slower than you, is not as fast as you, and is not as experienced as you. Isn't it normal to win? The hardware is not as good, and the weak can defeat the strong. It's really home."

"Fighting is also like fighting a war. You can strategize and win thousands of miles. You only find the winning move in each punch, and then everything is limited to one move and one style."

Amidst all the bad things, Wu Gou's eyes suddenly lit up.

(End of this chapter)