Fist of Imagination

World No. 814 of the Other Shore of the Sky Sea.

In the arena behind the bar, visibility was less than ten centimeters.

The sixty-five members of the Lu School were fighting excitedly. The collision of fists, feet, shoulders and knees brought up a fierce wind. Dozens of boiling copper-colored internal energy impacted and vibrated back and forth, tirelessly crushing the piles of human figures on the ground into powder.

Blood and fire covered the entire arena, except for a little blank space in the center.

Liang De sat cross-legged in a place similar to the eye of a typhoon, practicing the steel-like body forging method to polish his body while chatting with people on Tongxu.

Two days ago, his physical strength had stabilized above the acceptable forging line, and it also entered a slow growth period.

Dong Cunzhen did not ask his disciples to increase their strength, but only told them to continue forging while he was thinking of new methods, so that Liang De, this piece of rough iron, would remain "hot" so that he could start at any time.

Liang De's main role now is to build a large-scale painful communication platform for those dozens of musclemen. He doesn't need to devote himself to it, so he can divide his attention and make full use of fragmented time.

Whenever he has free computing power, he will remotely command the Snipe Hunter project, or learn about the progress of Mo Feisheng's academic exchanges with Monk Shisheng through Sun Xunqiao.

Liang De carefully looked at the three-dimensional renderings of the Snipe Hunter Professional Edition, solemnly issued an order to move the bolt position forward by 5 nanometers, and turned off the half-screen frame of the conversation with R\u0026D Assistant Zhang Mozhu.

He waited for another nine and three-quarters seconds before "Single-minded Sun Xunqiao" answered his video call.

"Didn't you just ask this morning? Why are you asking again in the afternoon!" Sun Xunqiao said unhappily as soon as he answered the call.

Liang De has been more annoying than a fly these two days, asking questions day and night, making Sun Xunqiao overwhelmed and even wanting to delete him.

"Brother, sometimes doing academic research is like giving birth to a child. There is no movement in the morning, and then suddenly the baby is born in the afternoon. This happens a lot.

Um, how did Coach Mo and Master Shisheng discuss it?"

"I'll go and show you again. This is the last time today. If you contact me again, I will block you. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Your brother, I have important things to do. It's about your lifelong affairs. You should be sensible."

Liang De said, "Brother, you have stopped your journey to find food and hid back in the other side of Shaolin to avoid the limelight. What else is important? The three of them are here to climb the mountain and worship Buddha?"

Sun Xunqiao said, "What do you know? Long-term peace cannot be won by fighting. The truce period is the most important time. Stay away from fighting and killing. I communicate with them through communication, subtle words, and persuasion. This is what I am good at...online love...online communication field."

As Sun Xunqiao was talking, the picture on his side suddenly became blurred, and Liang De could only see a group of white dots.

"Brother, you are gone."

"I am outside the Damo Academy. Both Instructor Mo and Uncle Shisheng have released their internal energy, each holding up half the sky. The interference here is too serious, and I can't get a clear picture. I'll get closer to see... Wait a minute."

"These two won't fight, will they?"

"No murderous intent, otherwise I dare to get so close? Only you have a high score in martial arts cultivation?"

In the video, the white dot representing Sun Xunqiao suddenly stopped, as if it saw something extremely terrifying, and lay on the ground carefully.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

"I just saw Instructor Dong coming over. Junior brother, it's not advisable to stay here for long. I'll withdraw first.

Instructor Mo and Uncle Shisheng are still gesturing there. There's nothing new. I'll come to help you after Instructor Dong leaves."

Sun Xunqiao used the ability of the Yuanshen Wanhua, combined with the external object, and crawled on the ground, sliding out smoothly and roundly.

"Brother, there's no need to be so scared."

"You haven't been in school for a long time, so you don't know. Coach Dong is too enthusiastic. When he sees a good body, he likes to hit it for fun. It hurts a lot, and it may not be good. We have privately calculated that the probability of successful strengthening after being hit by Coach Dong is less than 18%.

My body has been well taken care of recently, and it will be terrible if he is targeted."

"Then you can't escape Coach Dong's eyes even if you lie down."

"You don't understand. Coach Dong will probably not hit me when he sees that I am a coward. This is called keeping a low profile."

"Brother, your martial virtue is too strong. I admit defeat.

Then I'll hang up first and talk later."

...

Sun Xunqiao tried his best to hold back his breath and crawled forward quietly. Sure enough, Dong Cunzhen just glanced at him with disdain and walked into the Dharma Academy. He had no interest in hitting him at all.

He looked from a distance and saw that after discussing for a while, Mo Feisheng, Shisheng and Dong Cunzhen each released a wisp of internal energy, and then pushed forward with both palms, moving up and down, as if kneading something in the air.

Six palms repeatedly kneaded, and a round and transparent dark blue bead gradually took shape.

…

Late at night the next day, Dong Cunzhen stopped the muscle activity in the arena and called Liang De to the western bar.

Mr. Dong sat at the bar with a glass of water-cut whiskey in his hand.

He gently shook the glass, and the ice ball in the glass, which seemed to be frozen with grape juice, knocked against the outer wall, making a cold and crisp sound.

Liang De's movements were a little slow. He sat on the bar stool at 0.8 times the speed and slowly put his hands on the table.

Liang De was not used to it suddenly becoming so hard, for fear that the movement was too large and something would be broken.

He heard from Shan Futian that bar-hopping was one of Mr. Dong's few hobbies. When he was not hunting, he would go to bars in the other world, but he never let his disciples accompany him.

This western-style bar was brought by Dong Cunzhen from somewhere else. It was one of his favorite collections. It would be very rude if he accidentally broke anything.

After Liang De sat down reluctantly, Dong Cunzhen took a sip of wine and said:

"I talked with my friend and came up with a feasible method. This method requires your full cooperation, so I will tell you the principle first, listen carefully.

Karma exists inside you and is carried by your shell.

My initial idea was to forge your inner self to be harder and show edges and corners, so that karma can be exposed through your shell and more effectively affect the outside world.

But you can't figure out what you are and can't shape it, so you have to change your thinking."

Dong Cunzhen held up the wine glass with the grape-colored ice ball in his left hand, and held the cup with his right hand and pulled it down. The hard wall of the cup suddenly became as soft as rubber and was turned over by him.

The wine glass seemed to be upside down, and the residual wine and ice ball at the bottom of the glass were completely exposed to the air.

"I plan to turn you over, so that everything inside you will be exposed."