Restart the world

Chapter 28 Flatulence Bomb

On the ground made up of blue paving stones, a young navy stood upright.

Suddenly, he raised his right arm, and his right fist was surrounded by a faint white light.

He bowed his knees, and his right fist hit the ground fiercely!Amidst the roar, around the place where the young navy was standing, the surrounding granite paving stones of more than ten meters were broken layer by layer, and dust and bricks were flying all of a sudden!

After the dust cleared, a huge pothole appeared on the ground. Through the pictures taken by the aerial camera, Wan Li roughly estimated that the young navy was more than five meters away from the horizon at this time!
'Huaxia, Wang Yuxin, Grade A'

'July 2017, 7'

"Aura on his fist?" Wan Li was surprised, "No wonder he is recognized as A-level..."

The current classification is just people's subjective speculation. After all, the era of practice has only opened for three years, and everyone is groping forward.

Every time the strength of the top martial artist makes a qualitative leap, he will be moved up one level.

D-level is spiritual power into the body, C-level is able to break rocks and trees with fists and feet, and B-level is capable of causing small damage to the environment and not afraid of some thermal weapons.

Now it seems that the classification standard of Class A is determined to be able to use aura to attack, and it should be recognized by the whole world.

In the video, the punch of the young navy doesn't look like he's using his full strength.He is the first A-level case in the world, so he will definitely hide some strength, but he should show half of his strength, right?
Wan Li is very worried about the current division of levels. What if the SSS level appears in ten years, and then the SSS level makes another breakthrough, and finds that he is still much worse than the extraterrestrial visitor, so what if he can't be called the EX level?
"Why do I worry about these things... No, I still have to worry about it. I can't catch up with the first S, and the SS is not good enough, but I have a body that doesn't get tired. Maybe the first SSS rank is me..."

After dinner, I drank some water to digest my food, and then took out the magic weapon yoga mat to start stretching exercises.If you practice too much during the day, the first time you exceed the recovery limit of your body without fatigue, if you don't stretch your muscles and bones, you may not be able to get up the next day.

"This day is really fulfilling, the feeling of making rapid progress every day... so good!"

……

The next day, Wan Li rushed to the Qunhao Practice Club in the early eight o'clock again.

struggle!

Both elevators were going up, Wan Li was too lazy to wait, and ran up the stairs to the seventh floor, just in time to encounter an elevator door that was opening.

Wan Li glanced inside the elevator before walking towards the private practice room, then stopped suddenly, and turned to look at the people in the elevator in surprise.

It was a fat man, very fat very fat fat man.There are fewer and fewer fat people in the practice era, and there are slightly fat people like Brother Dong, but there are really not many people as fat as the one in front of Wan Li.

Whether it is width or thickness, he can hold two and a half miles, and his height is about 1.8 meters. Standing there is a wall of flesh!
There was no expression on his face, but his fat head, big white ears, white ears, and fatness made him look very happy.

This is not the point, the point is that Wan Li realizes that he knows him!

The fat man also noticed Wan Li on the opposite side, his face wrinkled, and he was about to speak with a slight surprise, but the elevator door closed again... it closed...

Wan Li had no choice but to take a few steps forward, and saw that the elevator stopped on the fifth floor for a few seconds and then continued down, while the sound of wheezing and panting came from the stairs behind him.

"Wan...hu... Wanli?"

Wan Li nodded, and stepped forward to give the big fat man a hug... he couldn't circle his arms around.

"It's me, Chaochao, you're getting fat."

"I...huh...I don't want to either."

"You must weigh 300 catties, right?"

"305, alas!"

The big fat man's name is Jianchao, and he is Wanli's elementary school classmate.He was fat when he was in elementary school, and he weighed 150 catties in the sixth grade. He didn't expect it to get worse now.

He left a strong mark in Wan Li's life.Not only was he the best friend of Wanli’s elementary school classmate, he was also the one who discussed cartoons to let Wanli know that this world is a world where cartoons and cartoons are withered. Half of the start-up capital for Wanli’s study of cartoons, half of the dozen or so fifty cents he got from him was also his. ...

In junior high school, the two went to different schools and occasionally contacted each other.But after the era of practice started, Wan Li lost contact with him, and he did not expect to run into him today at the Qunhao Practice Club.

After a good meal, Jian Chao told Wan Li the purpose of coming here—to lose weight.

"You should lose weight, you should lose weight long ago!"

"It's not like you don't know me. You will gain weight if you eat...whatever you eat. How can you lose weight!"

Wan Li frowned: "Didn't you come here voluntarily?"

"My second uncle forced me to come here." Jianchao's breathing gradually became even, and his face became more bitter.

"Good job!"

Wan Li smiled slightly, and abruptly poked Jianchao's waist with two fingers, and saw the big fat man jumping up at a speed that didn't suit his body shape, his body shaking...

"Ha! How old are you still doing this set!"

"The weakness hasn't changed?" Wan Li smiled: "It's good that it hasn't changed, I'll supervise your practice! Go, go to the private practice room to sit and chat!"

"Private practice room?" Jianchao was taken aback, "My second uncle said that there are only three private practice rooms on the top floor, and they are not rented out. By the way, Wanli, do you still insist on drawing comics? Have you made a fortune?"

"It's considered rich. I have a relationship with Qunhao's manager Jiang, and I will temporarily use his private practice room... Are you on the top floor?"

"My second uncle has a private practice room here. Let me get acquainted with it first. After he finishes handling the matters at hand, he will come over tomorrow and personally guide me in practice." Jian Chao said with a bitter face.

"Your second uncle... C-rank?!"

"Yeah, he's super fierce, but my parents listen to him..."

"My second uncle will be here tomorrow, right? Why don't you ask him to help guide me? I'm not afraid of danger, nor tired!" Wan Li said with his chest out.

"Hey, Wanli, you haven't changed at all."

Wan Li raised his eyebrows: "Private practice rooms should be the same, go to my place and sit for a while. But since your second uncle is a C-rank, he should have trained you a long time ago. Why did you think of letting you lose weight?"

"He didn't bother to care about me before, but I awakened some time ago...uh..."

Wan Li was slightly startled: "Have you awakened superpowers? Don't hide it from me, I also have superpowers."

"Really?!... It's not that I don't want to tell you, Director Liao of the Martial Arts Bureau won't let me tell."

Wanli's hand that swiped his card paused: "Niche super powers? Shunyi self-service barbecue explosion?"

"You know?" Jianchao's fat face wrinkled, "Ghost knows what kind of superpower it is. The table suddenly exploded while eating, and I lost a lot of money!"

Wan Li was slightly startled: "Before the table exploded, did you hiccup?"

"Hiccup?" Jianchao pondered for a moment, "I was almost full at the time, so there should be some..."

Wanli's face became weird, he knew what ability Jianchao is, a difficult brother...

Super Power No. 35: Flatulence Bomb!
(End of this chapter)