I, Sakaski, Won't Take a Dog Easily.

Two big men rolled into a ball under the moonlight

The tight training clothes were even torn from one corner.

Sweat was flowing happily and sprinkled on the ground of the training ground, and the two blushing guys unconsciously groaned in pain.

"Hmm!"

"Humph!"

"..." Gion's evaluation of this is - this scene is simply unsightly.

She and Jessica came to the training ground early as spectators, holding popcorn and Coke and laughing.

Jessica was even more depressed: "Why do I feel that Jonathan was happier when he beat Sakalski than when he beat me?"

"...I can't answer your question."

The two who were wrestling with each other finally separated and slumped on the ground.

"Your uncle's... Hu... Jonathan" Sakaski's chest was beating rapidly like a bellows at the moment.

Even though Jonathan wasn't a carnalist, he couldn't beat a lieutenant general under the constraints of the Hailoushi bracelet.

Just being pinned on the ground for a while of philosophical contests gave Sakaski a more accurate estimate of the impact of the Hailoushi bracelet.

Let alone a lieutenant general, a stronger major general might be able to defeat him.

"You need to increase the amount of exercise," Jonathan said. As a resourceful lieutenant general who prefers to use his brain to solve problems rather than a starter, he found out the drawbacks of Sakalski's practice in just over ten minutes of sparring. where.

Sakaski, who was panting like a bull, asked with difficulty: "Huh...huh...what?"

"In terms of fighting skills, you are not bad at all." Jonathan shook his head. Even though Sakaski is now wearing a Hailou stone bracelet, his fighting skills may be limited by his body's functions, but his two-color domineering way is still there There it is.

Even Sakalski's body's instincts and muscle memory far surpassed Jonathan's own.

After the initial combination of punches and kicks, the sparring staff could see at a glance that this training method that still needs to be polished has drawbacks.

"What you need to strengthen is not combat skills, but the basic quality of the body." Jonathan shook his head, and the direction of the pair training in the past ten minutes had deviated.

Sakaski's physical fitness is definitely far superior to his own, even compared to pure physical masters such as Zefa and Karp.

Did he know that this guy who often muttered "stack the thickest armor" during training, his ability to resist blows was almost unmatched by anyone.

Excluding the additional defense systems such as fruit ability evolution and armed domineering, the most basic defense is to rely only on physical strength.

"In order to stimulate the growth of physical strength, you have to do anaerobic exercise." Jonathan made a reasonable judgment.

Oxygen intake is very low during strenuous exercise. Due to the excessive speed and explosive force, the sugar in the human body has no time to be broken down by oxygen, and has to rely on anaerobic energy supply.

The smirk on the part of the sparring staff made Sakalski even more dizzy: "You try to fight with me for a longer period of time, this should help.

His fists were clenched and hammered continuously, and Sakaski gave all his strength in every blow.

But someone who turned into a devil instructor is full of disgust:

"Come again! Sakalski! Are you able to do this after wearing the bracelet?? Speed ​​up your punches! Faster!"

"Speed ​​up! Soft fists! You're punching meow meow!!!"

And whenever Sakalski made progress, Jonathan would add new requirements: "Use iron when punching! Don't tell me [iron] When you tense your muscles, your body will be stiff, I know Your life return has already entered the level of deep control!"

"Phew, Jonathan... you bastard, sooner or later, I'll wear a bracelet and beat you!"

Sakalski has tried his best, but the physical load makes it difficult for him.The iron block and the return of life are the fundamental guarantees for maintaining this kind of intensity training.

He felt like his muscles were on fire, burning hot.Return of life regulates the blood, muscles and even some hormones in the body.

The strength of the whole body is poured into the two fists, and the life returns to operate with difficulty, controlling the muscles of the whole body to punch at this high speed and frequency.Keep the fist frame in shape, and strive to achieve the most ideal force with each punch.

Big beads of sweat dripped from his forehead down his cheeks, and his chest and back were soaked with sweat.

Under the crazy predictions and calculations of knowledge and domineering, the two continued to fight with high frequency.

"Very good, let the muscles recover every other day, and then maintain this strength." Sakaski, who had been buttoning his hat, growled

[That's the kind of momentum!My friend!] Jonathan's eyes are full of appreciation, but his actions are absolutely unambiguous.

"Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola!"

"There is no bar, no bar, no bar, no bar, no bar!"

333. A Pure Man Doesn’t Read the Manual (Fog)

"Gion, it seems that our backup preparations are no longer needed." Sakaski realized one thing firsthand. Armed color domineering is not a panacea, but without armed color it is absolutely impossible.

At least, it can guarantee that you won't see any bruises on your face after being blasted by someone.

In fact, before that, he specially asked for a box of anti-swelling masks from Vinsmoke, just in case of accidents.

But now it seems that it is just a superfluous move.Jonathan really beat him so hard that he didn't even have room to parry, but I'm so stubborn! !

Although they were beaten with the nature of fighting each other, they were quite embarrassed.But the substantial damage caused by the opponent was blocked by [Iron Block], nothing happened.

Recently, there have been rumors of a defensive curse in the headquarters, but if there is a stunned young man who dares to use six-style iron blocks to defend against the enemy, he will be killed properly.

Mr. Sa scoffed at this kind of false news. Those young people dare to show off after learning a trick. If you don't die, who will die?

The guy with half a tank of water didn't even learn the essence, so the iron block defense was naturally poked.