I was clearly practicing martial arts, how did it become a magical power?

"Who the hell is that guy?!"

"Why is he standing still, even Occam can't defeat him!"

The person in charge of Bella Base, the bald man covered in tattoos, roared ferociously.

His real name is long forgotten.

Everyone in Bella Base would only call him by his nickname, The Butcher.

Because this guy is so bloody and cruel.

The Butcher is now in a tent, with a screen in the middle showing the battle between Qin Yang and Occam.

Not only the butcher, but also the other senior executives of the Bella Base broke out in a cold sweat when they saw this scene.

You must know that Occam is among the top three powerhouses in Bella Base, but now he was defeated so easily.

"From data analysis, this guy should be the one who attacked our team in the valley before."

A staff member quickly said

"I know it's him!"

"But I want to know his true identity!"

The butcher roared loudly.

Everyone in the camp was silent, no one dared to speak.

They knew how terrifying the butchers were when they were in a rage, and it would not be surprising even to tear off their heads.

For the sake of their own lives, naturally no one dared to speak out.

Only the staff member tremblingly picked up the remote control and switched the video playing on the screen.

Black light flashed.

A ring appeared on the screen, and two figures were fighting fiercely in the ring.

It was the boxing match between Qin Yang and Justin.

"This person is most likely the fighting king who has recently become famous in Ningshan Base, Qin Yang!"

The staff endured their fear and said in a deep voice.

"Why do you think it's him?" The butcher rarely got angry and seemed to have calmed down.

"We have watched all his games and found that whether it is in terms of body shape or movement and demeanor, the two are almost overlapped."

the staff explained.

"Do you have any relevant information about Qin Yang?"

The butcher said calmly.

"Of course there is."

The staff quickly picked up a stack of information.

After seeing it, the butcher frowned slightly.

Judging from this information, this King of Fighters is indeed quite terrifying.

And it is actually more terrifying than this information, even Occam is no match.

It's simply a humanoid mecha.

With him here, Ningshan base can be said to have peace of mind.

The butcher thought for a moment and waved everyone away.

Then he made a phone call.

"The situation is a bit tricky here, Boss."

"I think I can try using that thing."

"Don't worry, I will definitely live up to your expectations."

After saying this, the butcher hung up the phone.

His expression also became sinister.

"The King of Fighters. I wonder if you can still laugh when you see that thing."

Bang!

The butcher crushed the phone in his hand.

The next day.

Qin Yang did not wash his hands of Lingyuan first, but found Cheng Yaotian alone.

Cheng Yaotian also wisely asked everyone to leave.

"Give me another thirty kilograms of medium spiritual source, and I'll guarantee that you can take over this spiritual source vein."

Qin Yang came up with a medium-sized spirit source of thirty kilograms, which was even more exaggerated than a lion's mouth.

You know, Cheng Yaotian had already given him ten kilograms of medium spiritual energy last night, and gave him an additional five kilograms of medium spiritual energy.

But Cheng Yaotian did not refuse immediately, but asked with a puzzled expression: "Qin Yang, why do you need so many spiritual sources?"

"You don't care about this."

"You won't lose from our deal."

Qin Yang said calmly.

Cheng Yaotian's eyes flickered: "I can give you these thirty kilograms of medium spiritual energy."

"I hope you will keep your word."

He had no doubt about Qin Yang's strength.

He had also seen the video of Qin Yang and Occam fighting this morning.

This man is more terrifying than he imagined.

What's more, thirty kilograms of medium spiritual source is nothing to mention for a spiritual source mine.

"Of course. I do what I say."

Qin Yang smiled.

"I will ask someone to give the spiritual source to you later."

Cheng Yaotian said in a deep voice.

Qin Yang nodded, turned around and left the camp.

"We didn't bring so many spiritual sources here."

Yan Peng's figure came out from the corner.

"It's okay. I'll go to the garrison first and borrow twenty kilograms of medium spiritual source."

Cheng Yaotian smiled.

"It can only be this way."

Yan Peng nodded helplessly.

"I'll go to the garrison to talk about this first."

After Cheng Yaotian confessed, he also left the camp.

As a personal bodyguard, Yan Peng naturally had to follow Cheng Yaotian.

The garrison also agreed to Cheng Yaotian's request.

After all, the garrison, as one of the two giant forces in Ningshan base, is not short of these twenty kilograms of medium spiritual sources.

What's more, with Cheng Yaotian's identity, he would not rely on these twenty kilograms of medium-sized spiritual sources.

"Yaotian, it's easy to talk about Lingyuan."

"But I have no intention of swallowing the news that Bella Base and Nanshi Base attacked us."

The bearded man said coldly.

He is the leader of the Ningshan garrison, Luo Hai.

"But just by relying on our two companies joining forces, I'm afraid we won't be able to gain any advantage."

"Why don't we talk to Heiwa Base?"

Cheng Yaotian said softly.

"I think so too."

Luo Hai nodded.

"Then I'll go there."

"I'm quite familiar with those people at the Black Tile Base."

Cheng Yaotian smiled.

"Yeah."

"I'll wait for your good news."

Luo Hai nodded.

Qin Yang naturally didn't care about these things.

Soon after he returned to the tent, someone really sent thirty kilograms of medium-level spiritual source.

Including the fifteen kilograms of medium-level spiritual source sent by Yan Peng today, he now has forty-five kilograms of medium-level spiritual source.

"It depends on whether I can break through to the Grandmaster level directly this time."

Qin Yang took a deep breath.

He simply took out all these spiritual sources and placed them beside him to form a circle.

He sat cross-legged in the middle, closed his eyes, and started to practice the Beiming Black Water Skill.

Soon.

These spiritual source ores vibrated, emitting wisps of light blue gas, and then merged into Qin Yang's body.

In an instant.

The proficiency of the Beiming Black Water Sutra was increasing crazily.

After a few hours had passed.

The energy of the 45-jin medium-level spiritual source had been completely absorbed and turned into gray-white stone.

And Qin Yang still hadn't broken through to the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head.

"It's still a little short."

"It seems that I still need to get some more spiritual sources."

Qin Yang stood up.

He has now reached the great perfection of the Real Gang Realm.

He had asked Cheng Yaotian once before, so this time, he could only think of a way by himself.

Of course, Qin Yang had already thought of a way.

This time, in addition to the four survival bases coming to the spiritual source vein, there were also some wasteland bandits approaching.

These wasteland bandits also have a lot of spiritual sources themselves.

Qin Yang's plan was to target them.

Whoosh.

His figure flashed.

Qin Yang disappeared directly in the camp.

No one from the Huansan Company or the garrison noticed Qin Yang's departure. (End of this chapter)