My ability is the original god, please enlighten me!

Regarding the update, if I want to stop the update one day in the future, I will tell you in the single chapter that the update will be suspended for a few days. After all, with such dismal results, I have insisted on full attendance until now.

Finally, thank you very much for being able to see this, really thank you very much.

Chapter 52 Zheng Wu, you don't talk about martial arts! ! !

At the E-level supply point.

The gentle wind blew the two people facing each other in the open space, causing the fallen leaves on the ground to roll mischievously.

Wearing knuckles, the rough-looking muscular man suddenly smiled at Zheng Wu, and instead of rushing to launch an attack, he asked in a slightly excited but very polite tone:

"Hi, my name is Meng Nan, what is your name?"

Holding a novice training sword, his whole body was tense, and Zheng Wu, who was hesitating whether to take the initiative to attack, couldn't help being stunned when he heard his question. As a student of Miyoshi for a long time, he subconsciously replied:

"Hi, my name is Zheng Wu."

When he came back to his senses after answering, Zheng Wu was a little surprised.

In his eyes, this old man looks like a polar bear. Zheng Wu thought that he would rush over to give him a meal, but he was quite polite and well-behaved. State your name.

Zheng Wu's favorability for this hunk immediately improved a little, after all, a polite person will be respected wherever he goes.

After Meng Nan on the opposite side heard Zheng Wu's answer, the expression on his face became even more excited.

"Zheng Wu, um, that's a good name, men should practice martial arts!"

Meng Nan chewed on the name Zheng Wu, paused for a moment, with a little expectation in his eyes, and continued to ask Zheng Wu:

"Then Zheng Wu, what is your dream?"

Zheng Wu: ...

Nani? !

Aren't we going to fight, brother, why are you asking this?Does this have anything to do with our current position? !

The spirit of complaining in Zheng Wu's heart was burning fiercely. After a while, he suddenly seemed to remember something, and his face suddenly became a little sad:

"Hey, the current me should be regarded as having no dreams."

"If I have to say it, I just want to become a little bit stronger, and then go to see the old paper man in the original god world..."

"How can this work!!!"

Meng Nan shouted and interrupted Zheng Wu's words.

I saw that his face was full of excitement, as if he had encountered some unworthy junior, and his tone was full of hatred:

"If a person has no dreams, what is the difference from a salted fish!!!"

Suddenly, Meng Nan came up with a wise and famous saying, clenched his fists the size of sandbags, his polar bear-like face was full of firmness, and he uttered a thick and powerful voice:

"After I become a participant, the battle I want to experience is a passionate confrontation with dreams and beliefs!!"

Meng Nan impassionedly publicized his views on the concept of fighting, and Zheng Wu only felt an inexplicable sense of blood rushing to his face.

ah this...

This old man, do you read too much manga of the kingly and hot-blooded boy, why do you feel like a duck with a serious illness...

Zheng Wu looked at the other person's eyes as if they were burning with flames, wanting to ignite himself like a torch, and couldn't help but feel a little speechless.

He, Zheng Wu, is not the protagonist of the hot-blooded comics, but he should be the protagonist of the sand sculpture comics!

Different styles of painting, no collusion!

However, Zheng Wu, as a good student who often helps his grandmother cross the road, gives up his seat on the bus, and sits in the front row of class, really can't bear to refuse such a pure and innocent desire in other people's hearts.

Just like a child's innocent fantasy, he couldn't bear to break it, so Zheng Wu decided to meet the other party's expectations!

Just a hot-blooded boy in the anime, let me play it perfectly!

After brewing for a while and letting himself enter a certain state, Zheng Armed Forces showed a moved expression, as if something deep in his heart had been ignited, and muttered to himself: "Yes, you are right , if a person has no dreams, he is no different from a salted fish!!!”

Zheng Wu's demeanor, tone, and movements gradually became firmer, and a flame-like light seemed to flicker in his eyes, as if a wave of blood and faith were rekindled in his body, making him look like a bird at this moment. The lost lamb has found the direction and motivation to move forward again!

"I remembered, a dream I have held since I was a child, a dream that I once gave up after being defeated by others!!"

Zheng Wu looked at the novice training sword in his hand, as if he was remembering something, his face showed a little pain, but then he became extremely firm, and said in a sonorous and forceful tone:

"My dream is to—"

He swung the big sword in his hand fiercely, and the broad sword brought a gust of wind pressure, which raised the dust on the ground beside him. With the fighting eyes he was looking at Meng Nan at this moment, it seemed that there was a flame called hot blood at this moment. Burned suddenly on him!

"I want to become the world's number one swordsman!!!"

The resounding declaration echoed throughout the open space and pierced into Meng Nan's heart.

Well, Zheng Wu was also addicted to hot-blooded youth comics, so,

He actually understands it very well.

And at this moment, Meng Nan seemed to be touched by the hammer-like words directly to the touch of romance called a man in the depths of his heart, and his emotions suddenly boiled like quicklime thrown into the water!

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!!!"

"That's the feeling!! That's the feeling!!"

"This is what I long for, the battle I expect!"

At this moment, Meng Nan seems to have seen Zheng Wu practicing swordsmanship hard when he was a child, but was severely defeated and humiliated by others. He gave up his favorite swordsmanship in frustration, spent the whole day in a daze, and then in his [<~

This is exactly the same as the countless hot-blooded comics Meng Nan has read!

Since he became a participant, he has been looking forward to such a plot unfolding!

Unexpectedly, in the second dungeon, he would be able to meet this kind of dreamy and romantic battle that only existed in his fantasy before, with faith and dreams!

"Ding!"

Excited, Meng Nan clashed his fists hard on his chest, and the metal knuckles made a crisp sound of collision.

"Very well, then let me tell you about my dream."

The whole body is exerted, and the muscles are tensed.

"My dream is to—"

Meng Nan took a deep breath and activated the power in his body. A ferocious force traveled through his body, and finally gathered on the muscles of his whole body.

"Become the strongest muscular man in the world!!!"

As soon as the words fell, the already obvious muscles in Meng Nan's whole body suddenly swelled, bursting the black tights!

His big hands grabbed the clothes with cracks and pulled them hard, the clothes on his upper body were torn into countless pieces and fluttered in the air, and his naked, perfect muscles as hard as granite were greasy in the sun. shine.

It was even more exaggerated than the ancient Greek sculptures, and the perfect muscle lines seemed to tell how terrifying the power contained in the muscles was.

"This is the most suitable ability for me. I use the energy in my body called qi to strengthen my body. I call it the rigid body technique!"

"The more qi I can use, the stronger my strengthening will be, and the stronger my muscles will be. There is no upper limit!"

Meng Nan felt the strong strength brought by the muscles in his whole body, he couldn't help clenching his fists excitedly, and said to Zheng Wu excitedly:

"do you know?"

"In the long-term exercise, I realized one thing."

"That is, human abilities have limits!"

"No matter how you exercise, once a certain critical point is reached, the strength of the muscles will never grow again, and that is the ceiling of ordinary human beings!"

"Only by surpassing human beings, becoming an extraordinary person, and possessing extraordinary abilities, can you get stronger muscles and reach the realm that no one can reach in the world, the realm of the strongest muscular man!"

"Destroy a tank with one punch, shatter mountains and rivers with one punch, that is the power that a real man should pursue, and that is the power that the strongest muscular man should have!"

Meng Nan excitedly proclaimed his idea of ​​the strongest muscular man, showing his dreams and beliefs to the enemies in front of him.

While Zheng Wu looked at his exposed oily muscles, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he always felt a breath of philosophy blowing towards his face, which made him get goosebumps on his back.

Good thing I wasn't fighting him with my bare hands, which was fine.

If you fight him with bare hands, the scene will be too beautiful, and maybe some strange interests will be awakened.

Thinking of this, Zheng Wu looked at his excited look, and felt that it was not good to pour cold water on him and tell him that this dream actually sounded like nonsense to him...

It's even more outrageous than the world's number one swordsman that I thought of on the spur of the moment.

Forget it, the acting is over, let's just act to the end.

"Xiao Hei, just stay by the side and watch the wind for me. I want to test my strength in this battle."

Zheng Wu said to Xiao Hei beside him that it was rare to meet an opponent of the same level, and with B-level holy relics and mercury shields as his trump cards, he wanted to test the limits of his true strength.

"Wang!"

Sensing the master's will, Xiao Hei silently walked to the edge of the battlefield, concentrating on feeling the wind and grass around him.

Then Zheng Wu looked at Meng Nan, immediately put on a serious look, and said in a tone of admiration:

"Is this your dream and belief? I already feel it!"

Immediately afterwards, Zheng Wu pointed the novice training sword in the direction of Meng Nan, and his tone became high and expectant:

"Then next, let me see whether I, who will become the world's number one swordsman in the future, is stronger, or you, who will become the world's number one muscular man in the future, is stronger!"

Zheng Wu's eyes looking at Meng Nan seemed to be burning with flames!

"Sure enough, I saw you right." Meng Nan showed appreciation.

How can a dog participate in a battle between men?

One-on-one heads-up is the romance of a man!

Clenching his hands into fists, the cold touch of the knuckles in his middle chilled the excitement and excitement that was about to overflow in Meng Nan's heart.

He said to Zheng Wu solemnly and seriously:

"This is the battle I want, I already feel your belief!"

Muscles all over his body were tense, and he assumed a boxing posture. Meng Nan also stared at Zheng Wu with burning eyes:

"I swear by this muscle, I will also go all out for you to show respect!"

The two facing each other stared at each other, and their hot eyes seemed to spark a spark in the air.

The blue barrier of survival supplies was suddenly lifted at this moment.

As if a signal sounded at this moment, the two rushed towards each other suddenly!

"Rigid Body Art - Tiger Fist!"

Putting his right fist behind to charge up, and the moment he sprinted close to Zheng Wu, Meng Nan threw out his fist suddenly, with a whistling and ear-piercing sound, like a fierce tiger roaring fiercely in the air, pointing directly at the midline of Zheng Wu's body!

Zheng Wu's eyes were solemn, and the sword's posture changed, the arm that was originally charged relaxed, and more attention was placed on the feet.

This momentum, as well as those explosive muscles, will 100% blow you away if you take it hard!

Although he used a large sword that looked heavy, the sword Zheng Wu was equipped with

——It's the Adventurer Speed ​​Suit!

With a panoramic view of the trajectory of the fist swing, the black pupils are full of seriousness and concentration. With the flexibility brought by speed, Zheng Wu twisted his waist, followed by his footsteps to the side, and his whole body moved a certain distance to the left out of thin air. Just dodged Meng Nan's ferocious fist swinging fiercely like a tiger roaring!

The strong wind raised his black bangs. The moment Zheng Wu dodged the opponent's attack, he put his body on his shoulders and raised his big sword. Before Meng Nan could react, his eyes fixed and he swung his sword down suddenly!

"Xia Ji's Eight Cuts—Vertical Slash!"

The black sword blade cut across the air with the piercing sound of the wind, drawing a dark and deep trajectory, and slashed fiercely on the thick and muscular right hand, but it was like cutting on extremely solid granite. The depth was less than two centimeters, and after breaking through a layer of skin, it was stuck by the extremely firm muscles inside, unable to cause more damage!

This defense...so strong!

Originally, Zheng Wu thought that he would be able to cut a deep wound with visible bones, but in the end, he only caused an innocuous injury to the opponent, which was only a little more serious than a scratch!

On the other side, Meng Nan, who was severely slashed by the big sword, was taken aback for a moment, and instantly realized that Zheng Wu's strength was not proportional to his speed, and his strength could not even break through his own defense!

With such thoughts in his mind, Meng Nan directly held the sharp sword with his right hand, turned sideways, and immediately swung his left fist fiercely and quickly at Zheng Wu like a poisonous snake biting him!

"Rigid Body Art - Snake Fist!"

Meng Nan's fist tore through the air and brought up the sound of the wind. Sensing that the speed of the opponent's fist became faster, Zheng Wu immediately raised his big sword, jumped to avoid the attacking fist, and wanted to distance himself first.

Seeing Zheng Wu's movements, Meng Nan's eyes flashed a gleam, and he immediately opened his arms, made a gesture of hugging, and jumped towards Zheng Wu like a hungry tiger rushing for food, as if he wanted to hug Zheng Wu in his arms!