Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 49 What's the use of worrying so much about warriors? [New book asks for a recommendation ticket, asks for a monthly ticket]

"Father, if you continue to do this, you will lose your precious son..." Wang Li sighed quietly.

Wang Li, whose occupation is "Saint Seiya" on the martial arts side, has not been able to break through to the "sixth sense" even though he has practiced for two full days. His practice is so slow that he can stretch his hips. The faces of bugs.

If the group of saints who practiced for two and a half months and had to slaughter a few gods to celebrate at the beginning knew that there are such hip-pull companions in the world, it would definitely scare them so much that even Athena had no time to protect them. up!

But in fact, for Wang, in the two dungeon worlds, the "small universe" that he burned out at the end, and the power he improved with this did not bring him a little benefit.

At the very least, after burning the small universe twice in a row, Wang Li's "five senses" have been sharpened to the point where he is almost divine, whether it is the strength of the external "small universe", or the subtlety and purity of the inner "spiritual will", or even the spiritual power. All kinds of insignificant "supernatural powers" splashed out by sparks inadvertently are already in the hands of classmate Wang.

Even in Wang Li's perception, he was only separated from the "sixth sense" realm by a layer of window paper.

Come to think of it, as long as I burn the "small universe" a few more times in the dungeon world in the future, and refine my self-will a little more, then I don't need to rely on the power of the mentally handicapped system. I very much hope that I can catch up with the average cultivation speed of the group of animals in the multiverse of the Saint Seiya.

After all... the cultivation of a saint warrior has always been so fast, fast, and joyful.

As long as the feeling is in place and the will is in place, then the rest are just trails, which can be fully filled in an instant.

The body can be reshaped, the soul can be reunited, the small universe can be rekindled, the world can even be reopened, and time can be returned!
Classmate Wang, whose strength has reached this level and has almost begun to break away from the "human status" level, even if there is a martial god in front, everyone has to step forward and "bang bang" a few punches to know who is strong, who is weak, and who is taller. who is low

With such strength, how could it be possible not to see the eyes between his father Wang and his little brother, and not to hear the words that father Wang said at the end that would make any son fly into a rage?
Wang Li didn't know whether his younger brother Wang Luo had danced or not.

But Wang Li himself...

"Whatever it is tonight. I'm just going to talk to my dad all the time. As a son, I have to give him a whole lot of work!!! Literally!"

At this moment, Wang Li, like Alsace, Ultraman Ged, Kamen Rider Drive possessed, and even the "Red Rabbit" in the last dungeon world seemed to be giving Wang Li a thumbs up from afar !
Wang Li's fists were hardened!
At this moment, Student Wang is not fighting alone!
"'Black Warrior', what are you planning to do here!" Looking at the young son who was twisting his body and screaming like a hostage, Father Wang at this time It just occurred to me to ask a fundamental question.

After all, in the final analysis, I am just a small boss who runs a farmhouse.

Looking at the whole city of Laijun, in which year was the merchant meeting, wasn't he the kind who sat in the last few rows of cold benches, joined other small bosses in the crowd, and picked up a few extra mouthfuls of exotic fruits by the way?
There is really no need to dig deep here at home, what's the point.

What's more, as far as Father Wang knows, professionals like "black warriors" have always been chased by the entire Dahan Federation as long as they show their heads. The gun changes places and never turns back.

It's just that I'm afraid that the gang of strong men from the Dahan Federation will block the road directly, and then they will be buried directly!
Others don't know, don't Dad Wang know that not far from his farmhouse, on that unknown hillside, there is a lot of traffic, people coming and going, and bright lights!

As long as I howl on my side, no matter what, there will definitely be warriors coming from home to check the situation!

At that time, as long as the two ends are blocked, what will this "black warrior" use to break out of the encirclement?

And just yesterday, I broke through the realm of "Warrior"!

Don't worry about how much moisture you have as a warrior in the eyes of outsiders, how much potential has been exhausted, and whether there is any future to speak of.

But a "warrior" is a warrior, and there is no water in this point.

It is not absolutely necessary, and there is no black warrior who is willing to face a "warrior".

After all, black warriors come to the door to destroy the door, and they run to improve their own strength.

Under such a premise, the weaker the enemy is, the better, and bullying the weak and fearing the hard is their strong point.

Where is it possible to gnaw on a hard bone with a "warrior"?
I'm not afraid of breaking my teeth if I don't pay attention!
Under such a severe situation, Father Wang really couldn't figure it out, why did this guy go to his own house to die? ?
Even if his brain really got into duck shit, that's not the way!

If you really have that idea, how about jumping directly into the septic tank of my old Wang's house?
Save time and effort, and save others from worrying.

"Quack, quack, you warrior, why do you still have so many problems when things come to an end? These days, who is not a warrior. What's the use of worrying so much about warriors?"

"Indeed, I made things complicated." On the other side, Father Wang nodded in agreement.

Indeed, why should there be so many considerations between warriors?
All great power belongs to itself.

No matter how many things you encounter, you don't have to say everything out of your mouth, just hold the three-foot sword in your hand and sweep away all dissatisfaction!

and so……

Father Wang opened his eyes, and within half a breath, he saw a sword aura as light as a hummingbird, winding and circling from between his fingers holding the sword formula.

The sword qi is both virtual and real, and it is unpredictable, and the slight friction with the air makes a crisp sword cry like a bird's song.

Jianguang looks like a hummingbird excitedly in the sky, illusory but real, although it doesn't have the majestic grandeur that sweeps the world, it is majestic and majestic, but in its small and delicate side, it is full of aftertaste!

The sword light paused slightly, the hummingbird swiped in the air, bypassed Wang Luo, and stabbed straight at Wang Li!
"Quack quack, poor and weak! Poor and weak! Poor and weak! Is this your warrior will?! It is ten times or even nine times uglier than my grandma's backflip!"

What's more, don't you see that I still hold a hostage in my hand? "Wang Li clenched her fists and laughed viciously.

He didn't answer Father Wang's question either.

Under the tone of "I will definitely let you suffer retribution", and under the stunned gaze of Mino's younger brother, he went straight up and smashed Mino's brother on the head!
Wang Luo: "I... Fuck!!"

(End of this chapter)