Global Catastrophic: My Kung Fu Automatically Cultivates

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Lu Chong also noticed Chen Hao, whose winning rate ranked last.

"Haozi is putting pressure on himself." Lu Chong understood Chen Hao's thoughts instantly.

He could help Chen Hao get a more advanced eye of the storm, but Lu Chong felt that Chen Hao didn't need to intervene for the time being.

"Step by step on your own is the path Haozi chose." Lu Chong thought to himself.

Moreover, he believed that Chen Hao could do it.

…

On the fourth day of the special training on the island, Lu Chong failed to wait for the challenge from others.

This time, even the players from Country H, headed by Park Jinhae, stopped playing.

Although no one challenged Lu Chong, almost all the players were secretly paying attention to Lu Chong's movements, wondering who he would challenge next.

After all, Lu Chongke took the initiative to go down the mountain in the past three days.

The most fearful ones are Madison from country M and Lemon from country E. They are currently in the eye of the storm, but they are further ahead than Lu Chong.

As for Gao Ganjun, Luo Changhe and others who are also from China, they have no such concerns.

Here, everyone has a tacit understanding and is unanimous in dealing with the outside world.

You can compete for rankings, but you can't compete internally.

Time passed, and in a blink of an eye it was eleven o'clock that night.

Lu Zhan, who had been practicing in the eye of storm No. 70, suddenly stood up and walked down the mountain.

As soon as he made a move, players from all over the world immediately woke up and became nervous.

Everyone can watch the movements of others through the monitoring attached to the electronic map.

But now, they have almost all targeted Lu Chong.

"Faker, where is he going? He's not coming to find me, is he?" Madison was sitting next to the eye of storm No. 67, feeling the most worried.

Lemon, who was at the eye of storm No. 68, was also watching Lu Chong's every move.

Gao Ganjun and Luo Changhe were in the eye of storm No. 66 and No. 69 respectively, and they also saw Lu Chong's movements at this time.

However, they are not worried.

At worst, just give it to Lu Chong. There is no need to compete here.

Everyone wants to know where Lu Chong is going.

"Huh? How did he go there?" Madison, who was about to fight with all his strength, was suddenly startled because he discovered that Lu Chong was walking in the opposite direction.

He did not turn to the higher mountains, but went directly to the outside.

But the eye of the storm in that direction was obviously not as good as No. 70. Why did Lu Chong do the opposite?

Finally, Lu Chong stopped at the foot of the mountain where the eye of storm No. 81 was located, and climbed up the mountain without hesitation.

"He went to find the Indians? Why, no one provoked him, right?"

Not only Madison and Lemon, but also Gao Ganjun and others from China were a little confused.

The strongest Sambo Singh in India is just a ninth-level martial artist. Why would Lu Chong challenge him personally?

The eye of the storm he was in was obviously not as good as the eye of the storm No. 70 that Lu Chong was in before.

There was nothing Lu Chong could do now. All players from country H had been eliminated for the time being, and other ninjas from country R did not take the initiative to challenge.

Therefore, Lu Chong could only choose his opponent.

As for those who can bring him the true meaning of martial arts, besides those from Country R, ​​there are more players from India.

The one closest to him was Sambo Singh who was in the eye of storm No. 81.

Sambo Singh was really panicking now, "Why, I didn't mess with him during the global competition."

He was currently standing upside down on the platform in an extremely twisted and difficult posture.

Oh no, not handstand.

After Lu Chong got closer, he discovered that the Indian player was lying on the platform, but his lower body was folded up, and his butt was pressed against his head.

In this posture, it looks like you have rolled yourself up from head to toe.

The technical content is very high.

"Is this the yoga martial arts of India?" Lu Chong thought with great interest.

When Sambosinger saw Lu Chong approaching, he almost got distracted from practicing. He quickly recovered and looked at Lu Chong with a sad face: "Mr. Lu Chong, I am not your opponent."

"If you want this place, I can give it to you now."

Sambo Singh is not a person who is afraid of trouble, but he has seen the battle where Lu Chong ravaged Yamamoto Ichiro, so he is afraid of being beaten just as badly by Lu Chong.

In his opinion, Lu Chong was the kind of devil in Indian legends.

Lu Chong said a little embarrassedly: "I misunderstood, I'm not here to challenge you."

Sambosinghe breathed a sigh of relief and asked with a smile: "That's great, Mr. Lu Chong, he came to discuss something with me."

?”

Lu Chong nodded as a matter of course, “Yes, I just want to have a friendly exchange with you.”

Sambo Singh’s heart, which had just been put down, was suddenly lifted up again. Friendly exchange? Isn’t this still a challenge to me?

But I’m really no match for him.

Sambo Singh’s face, which was already mature for a young man, looked even more vicissitudes of life. “Mr. Lu Chong is very powerful. I know I’m not his opponent. Let’s not exchange.”

Lu Chong shook his head firmly, “It’s about learning from each other. You’re too modest.”

“But…” Sambo Singh said with some embarrassment: “Mr. Lu Chong, can you show some mercy? "

Sambo Singh looked at Lu Chong as if he was looking at a pervert who liked to abuse the weak.

Lu Chong was slightly stunned, and then he realized that the other party must have seen the scene of him ravaging Yamamoto Ichiro, so he was afraid.

But the reason why he beat up Yamamoto Ichiro was not because he was a mentally abnormal person, but because he had a grudge against Yamamoto Ichiro.

I didn't expect that he would scare the Indian player like this.

Lu Chong was about to explain, but suddenly his mind changed and a plan came to his mind.

He showed a smile that he thought was cold, and said in a grim tone: "It's not impossible to ask me to show mercy."

"But first of all, you have to go all out and have a good exchange with me."

"Secondly, I heard that you are a high-caste person in India, and you have a respected status there, right?"

Sambo Singh nodded quickly and said: "Yes, yes, Mr. Lu Chong, if you have time to visit India, I will definitely entertain you well."

"No need. "Lu Chong shook his head and said, "I just want you to tell the other Indian players."

"Tell them to leave the challenge opportunity to me tomorrow and come to me one by one to exchange ideas."

"Don't worry, it's just a friendly exchange. I won't be cruel to them." Lu Chong emphasized again.

This was Lu Chong's sudden idea, because in this way, he wouldn't have to waste the challenge opportunity and go to those Indian players one by one to exchange ideas.

And with Sambo Singh, a high-caste strongman, taking the lead, Lu Chong believed that it would not be difficult to do it.

The influence of high-caste strongmen in India is even greater than that of consortium disciples like Park Jinhae in their own country.

"I am really a little genius. Isn't this a good way to solve the problem once and for all?"

Sambo Singh was a little stunned. He didn't expect Lu Chong to have such a habit.

Is it really just a friendly exchange?

If so, it's not a bad thing.

So, Sambo Singh finally agreed reluctantly, "Then I'll trouble Mr. Lu Chong for guidance. "

He had no choice. If he didn't accept this so-called exchange, Lu Chong could challenge him every day and prevent him from practicing here.

Sambo Singh really didn't dare to offend the devil Lu Chong now.