Unparalleled Ghosts

"go***!"

I punched almost fifty times against the hard wall, and the Arabic numeral "10000" reluctantly dropped a number and became "9999".My fists were so swollen that I couldn't feel the pain anymore. I even suspected that all ten finger bones had been shattered, and the blood dripped on the ground, which was also hard rock, which made me feel extremely tired.

"If this goes on like this, before the life value of this wall is exploded, I will be exhausted to death."

I quietly glanced at the empty underground hall, the instructor was gone, and the rest were desperately punching and kicking the wall.

In front of a strong man who was as strong as a polar bear, the HP of the wall had dropped to 1000, and he had killed more than [-] points. His strength was terrifying.

Of course he is not the strongest yet, the strongest one is a yellow-skinned middle-aged man with a medium build and looks not impressive. The health value of the wall in front of him has dropped to more than 700.Every punch and kick of this middle-aged man carried an indescribably ferocious feeling, which made people's scalp tingle just looking at it.Of these devilish fellows, I'm probably the weakest one.

When I was in school, sports were always the best. Running, high jump, long jump, basketball, football, there was no other sport inferior to others. Fighting was my forte. The nickname of the head of the underground group of the five nearby junior high schools, It's not for nothing.

I never thought that there would be a day when I would find myself ridiculously weak.Among these terrifying killing machines, I am like a weak lamb.

"It's not going to work like this. Even if we survive today, we won't survive tomorrow. Sooner or later, we will die here. There is no chance to avenge our parents."

I just felt a little restless and depressed in my heart, and my eyes suddenly lit up, and I saw those people who were killed and seriously injured just now.The corpses of the dead were not cleaned up at all, and they were still lying on the ground, but gradually became cold, and the blood stains on their bodies had dried up. The seriously injured people were just waiting to breathe their last breath, and no one thought of treating them.

I left the place I occupied, found a remote corner near a guy whose neck had been twisted, put my palm on the ground, and let the golden shroud slowly extend from the ground.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I actually found that this golden shroud has grown a bit.

When the golden shroud crawled close to the corpse, countless tiny granulation sprouted and began to devour the flesh and blood.Every time it devours a piece of flesh and blood, my physical strength, which has fallen to the limit, recovers a little bit, and the trauma on my body also begins to slowly recover.

The hands that lost consciousness also suddenly ached, which was a sign that the injury was beginning to recover, and then I heard the crackling sound of bone reorganization coming from my hands, which were already damaged to the point where I couldn’t see a piece of them. The fleshy hands actually began to regenerate flesh.

About half an hour later, all my strength has recovered, and the injuries on my body are almost intact, but the corpse has become as if it has been dead for half a year, making people unwilling to look at it any more.I quietly took back the golden shroud that I was still reluctant to part with, and stood in front of the wall that belonged to me again.

This time it was much better than before. I only used more than 9998 punches to knock down the life value of the wall a little, and it became "[-]".

This result is still very bad. According to my progress, it is impossible to blow up the health of this wall before noon, but at least it is still an improvement.

My idea is simple, as long as there is progress, sooner or later I will be able to complete this arduous training.

During the third "rest", the yellow-skinned middle-aged man with a medium build and a modest appearance stopped his fists and walked quietly to my side, and said in a low voice, "Are you the one Xu Fu said?"

I was slightly surprised, and took back the golden shroud without showing any trace.

Before I could ask how he knew Xu Fu, the middle-aged man suddenly reached out and pressed his hand, and the hard concrete floor immediately cracked like spider lines.I never thought that I could meet the legendary "martial arts master" in the dark training camp.Just looking at his hand, it is enough to shock the world outside, but this middle-aged man didn't care, he just stared at me with sharp eyes.

The aura of this middle-aged man has completely calmed down the scene, so I can only nod in a daze.

The middle-aged man said in a low voice: "I will teach you seven postures. These seven postures are the most effective attack methods verified by modern kinematics. You follow what I teach. As long as you work hard enough, you will be able to lunch in a month!"

"One month? Is this kind of training every day? I'll starve to death before I have lunch!"

The middle-aged man gave me a deep look, didn't explain anything, just stood up and gestured a few gestures.

These poses are very simple, and I can remember them at a glance, but I don't believe that there is any mystery in these seven seemingly ordinary poses.After the middle-aged man made these gestures, he left without saying a word, which made me unclear what his purpose was.

I secretly thought: "Maybe Xu Fu entrusted this middle-aged man, so he came to help me? But what's the use of just seven postures that ordinary to three-year-old children can understand? Just teach a few military moves Physical boxing is more effective than this."

I muttered a few words to myself, and after my physical strength had almost recovered, I walked towards my own wall again.Although I don't believe that there is anything special about the seven ordinary postures, when I stood in front of this wall, I couldn't help but try these seven postures, left straight punch, right straight punch, left elbow smash, right punch Elbow smash, forward kick, side kick, turn around kick.

I soon discovered that these seven attack postures are indeed much more effective than random blows. With the improvement of proficiency, after a few hours, I can knock out a little life value almost every ten attacks.

I have always been very talented in fighting. After getting familiar with these seven postures, I can also combine these seven postures into a series of attacks without a teacher.

I was getting excited playing ping-pong-pong, and some people have already completed this training program one after another.

The first one to complete was the middle-aged man who taught me the seven postures. The second to fifth ones were all foreigners who looked more like beasts than humans, and one of them was a majestic black man.Anyway, with my poor anthropological common sense, it is impossible to distinguish whether these goods are Americans, British, French, Russians, or Italians from their appearance. To me, all white people are the same , and all Negroes are the same.So it doesn't make any sense to me who ranks what.The only thing that is more meaningful to me is the later lunch.

Unfortunately, when the health of the wall in front of me finally dropped to less than [-], the instructor's yelling for dinner also sounded.