Fake Mechanic

() Fatty curiously "watched" himself playing this set of poses coherently in his mind. He didn't feel anything special, so he couldn't help asking, "That's it? It's very ordinary."

Wei gave him an angry look.

"Based on your knowledge, of course you will have this kind of thinking. The fifteen postures your grandfather taught you are just fragments of the method of combining the 21 groups of muscle groups in your whole body for coherent output. What I gave you is only a small part of the complete combination. .You stand up and try."

The fat man stood up and gestured a few times according to Weijiao's method. His posture was so ugly that even he himself felt like he was being teased, so he yelled to stop playing.

Wei snorted coldly.

Before the words were finished, a hot current flowed from the back of the fat man's back and flowed into the right arm, and the marching knife in his hand was involuntarily stretched forward.The already extremely sharp blade was like cutting oil, and it was inserted straight into a huge century-old tree beside the fat man.

Of the two-foot-long blade, only a small section remained outside the tree trunk.

The huge shock force made the fat man's palm go numb, and he couldn't even hold the handle of the knife, so he let go.

"I cao!"

The fat man swears!

Eyes staring like copper bells, he approached the saber, staring at the exposed handle in a daze, and finally poked the hard tree trunk with his fingers in disbelief to confirm that it was wood and not foam.

"How could this be?"

The fat man muttered to himself, "The power of this knife is too great? And I don't seem to use much force..."

Wei replied: "Those postures only need to be kept in the mind, and you don't need to play them out. They are like introductions, or the driver of your muscle group's effort."

"Then I felt a heat flow just now, did you make it?"

"I saw that you were not enlightened, so I used biological transmission signals to stimulate your muscle groups one by one, and the result was like this."

"...I still don't understand."

"You don't need to understand, just now it was like I imagined for you, and then you swung the knife."

The fat man became more and more confused, "You don't mean to say that in the future, I only need to imagine that I have the power of a thousand catties, and I will really be able to wield a thousand catties of power?"

Wei was speechless with Fatty, so she had to patiently explain.

"The explosive force information sent by the human brain to the muscle group is in an unlimited state. You can imagine carrying a heavy object to command your muscle group, but the maximum force point of your muscle group is only about 100 catties. , and you can carry a weight of about 200 jin at best. But with my help, the maximum bearing capacity of your muscles can reach the limit, which is infinitely close to the breaking point of the molecular bonds of muscle cells, understand? "

"...It seems to be even more confused. Can you explain in human language, what's the use of the posture you taught me?"

"It's very simple. Not only can you optimize your output, but you can also gradually increase your molecular bond breaking point, which is the limit of your strength."

This time the fat man finally understood, his mouth was so wide that he could stuff his fist into it.

"However, with your current physical fitness index, the one cut just now, three times in a row will cause your brain to send out a limit signal of overload, um, up to three times."

The fat man shook his hands, and sure enough, he found that half of his body was a little dull, and it seemed that a small half of his strength was spent on just one knife.

"If I use it three times, it will become like the one in the White Tower area before, and it will be a problem to walk?"

"That's right. After more than three times, you will be in the limit state. Although I can help you release the threshold switch of the brain so that you can continue to maintain power output, but that kind of runaway state is basically gambling with your life. Don't use it unless it is absolutely necessary." , and the vitality will be greatly damaged if you survive.”

The fat man laughed loudly, "Are you kidding me? A knife or a punch like this is at least at the level of a special soldier with a physical fitness index over 10. If it's serious, it's an instant kill, and you can use it to run away?"

Presumptuous laughter echoed in the dense forest where few people had set foot. The fat man laughed like a prototype machine picked up on the road, Wei frowned, and finally stopped talking and sighed silently.

The next thing was a bit embarrassing. The fat man spent nearly 10 minutes hanging on the knife with his hands and feet, but he couldn't pull out the knife. Finally, with the help of Wei, the heat flow re-swimmed, and he successfully took the saber out of the tree trunk. .

An obvious sense of exhaustion was running through his body, but the fat man had learned a trick through this experience. After all, he had practiced those postures for many years. It is much simpler to learn from scratch.

Fatty firmly believes that if he still needs to use this move, he can easily swing a knife that is no less powerful than before.

With this saber, the power has increased by at least [-]%, and a brick is better than a fist in a fight. It really is a time-tested truth.

"How about calling the Black Tiger Killing Knife, and hang it to the sky?"

The fat man picked up the sharp edge of the blade and asked very proudly.

"...Are you sure, you want to use this name?" Wei's tone was a little embarrassed.

"The black tiger grabbing the chest is my favorite trick, second only to the monkey stealing peaches. Wouldn't it be nice to change the two words?" The fat man didn't notice the beautiful face in Wei Ru's painting when he was complacent. That silk look of contempt.

"It's terrible to be uneducated. I still use the name I chose, and it's called... Yueyue Amaterasu!"

"Uh? What do you mean?"

This time, Wei ignored Fatty.

With the Black Tiger Killing Knife... No, the fat man's confidence increased greatly after Yuedu Tiancao's body, and he kept revisiting the moves he was already familiar with, thinking that even if a rock-backed lizard popped out suddenly this time It can be pierced through the heart in seconds and brought back to make dinner.

The young man had never encountered any strong enemy, and the only imaginary enemy he could imagine was the rockback lizard He Jiu had heard about.

Although Wei didn't talk to him anymore, the fat man was in a good mood, talking to himself without saying a word, and he didn't care if the other party didn't say a word. During this march, he had already reached the coordinate point indicated by a beacon on the satellite map.

While looking around to find the beacon, the fat man thought to himself that he must be lucky. Walking four kilometers in the mountains and forests has already exhausted his physical strength. The next coordinate point is at least one mile away. Biggest liability.

It didn't work out as expected, when he saw a black box hanging on a small tree, he climbed up to take it off and found that besides a signal generator there was a striking red crossed piece of paper inside, he sat down like a discouraged ball on the ground.

The annunciator obviously has a balance sensor, and the signal stops immediately after being removed, and there are words behind the piece of paper.

"Keep up the good work," plus a hand-painted smile.

Zhou Yue's face suddenly appeared in the fat man's mind, and he was so angry that he threw the signal device far away.

"Your sister, it's not so unlucky!"

A wailing sound worse than crying sounded, and he stared at the still flickering light spots on the satellite map again, Fatty suddenly realized that he still underestimated this task.

The four-kilometer journey took him nearly three hours, and the most important thing was that he was already hungry before lunch time.

After taking out the piece of compressed military ration not much bigger than his palm, and swallowing it whole, the fat man knew that he had done one more thing wrong: he had underestimated his stomach.

The piece of compressed military rations with an unknown taste couldn't even fill a corner of his stomach. Although his physical strength had recovered a lot, the feeling of empty stomach was still heartbreaking.

Standing up again, he suddenly hoped that a rockback lizard would jump out at this time.

Even if he had to drill wood to make fire, he would at least kill it as an extra meal.

At this moment, there was a rustling sound from the bushes nearby, and the fat man jumped up.

No, you can come to whatever you want, God, you are too generous.

With the saber in hand, the fat man lowered his figure slightly, licked his lips with his tongue, and muttered in his heart: Come, come, as long as there is something that can be eaten, come and make a home in the belly of the young master...

The bushes were pushed aside, and when the fat man saw what was coming, the saber fell to the ground with a bang.

"your sister!"

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ps: People who write in full bloom generally don't read the book review area. When I saw a reminder from a certain god, it was already 11:59 p.m., and I sent a special update, just for Xiongtai.