From fist wishes to blade teeth, JOJO

"I ask you a question, how can I exercise to become stronger?"

"Stronger? You haven't given up on martial arts yet?"

Julius put down the cup, turned his head and looked at Leng Kong's perfect muscle dimensions and lines that were not like normal humans.

Compared with the violent muscles he formed with hormones, he was ferocious except ferocious.

The muscles developed step by step by Leng Kong and Jie Xiongming are full of strength and beauty.

But beauty is beauty, and combat power is hard to say.

After all, bodybuilding and fighting are completely two fields.

The last time Leng Kong challenged himself, Julius discovered that the opponent didn't know how to use his power at all.

From the fighting point of view, the opponent is just a young man who can't be more tender.

"give up?"

"Stop joking, I have been practicing martial arts for half a year."

Leng Kong raised his hand to the bartender at the bar and asked for a glass of protein juice mixed with egg white.

"Are you serious?"

Julius narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Of course, I am now a fighter of the Huangying Group."

"Oh, Huang Ying?"

"That's no wonder."

Julius was relieved, he said that whoever is so blind, actually hired a bodybuilder as a fighter.

It turned out that it was Ziyin from Sanliuyuan who had severe muscle control.

That makes perfect sense.

Huang Ying raised a large number of bodybuilders, but did not train her own exclusive fighters. Who doesn't know this in the boxing club?

"Hey, what's that look on your face?"

Seeing that Julius's smile became weird when he heard about the Huangying Group, Leng Kong couldn't hold back his face anymore.

Is Chairman Ziyin's reputation that bad?

"Haha, nothing."

Julius chuckled lightly, and then said as a matter of course: "If you want to become stronger, just push the iron!"

He fought in the boxing arena, relying on his strength to overwhelm others. He didn't understand any martial arts combat skills, and he usually stayed in the gym and worked hard.

"Well, I guess I asked the wrong person."

Leng Kong drank the protein syrup in the cup in one gulp, feeling that he had found the wrong person completely.

This muscular monster is just a reckless man who doesn't know martial arts at all!

Chapter 16 Beasts know martial arts, even gods are unstoppable!

After drinking protein with Julius, the two went back to the training room to crazily push iron. After sweating, Leng Kong felt a little refreshed.

It happened that my stomach was empty, so I invited Julius out for an extra meal.

As a result, Julius took out a bunch of bottles and cans, saying that he had enough energy and could practice more.

Uh

Amendazole, pentylenetetrazole, nicothamide, ephedrine?

Seeing the taboo names on the bottle, Leng Kong was suddenly speechless.

He almost forgot that Julius's abnormal muscles were obtained by ingesting lethal doses of stimulants.

Stimulants are a collective term for contraindicated drugs and various hormone imitators in the human body.

There are hundreds of kinds of them, covering almost all parts of the human body.

Under the effect of the medicine, Julius's muscles were in a state of extreme excitement and overload for a long time, and his muscle strength exploded several times, which was equivalent to an alternative whole-body core blast.

If the muscles of ordinary people are in a state of excitement for a long time, the muscle strength will be seriously damaged, but Julius's special constitution is directly immune to this sequelae.

No wonder it can surpass the muscular Daming King Jie Xiongming in terms of pure strength, and is known as the world's number one muscular monster!

However, compared to Jie Xiongming's other abilities, such as clairvoyance, wind ears, divine presence and flying, etc., it seems that Julius became the world's number one muscle monster by doping, it seems that it is not too exaggerated?

It can only be said that there are too many perverts in this world!

After living two lifetimes, this is the first time Leng Kong has a salary card.

Originally pretending to be an adult, treat guests to dinner and swipe their cards.

As a result, people don't appreciate it?

Count it, eat it yourself.

After taking a shower, Leng Kong took out the salary card issued by Zou Liuyuan Ziyin and stuffed it into his fart pocket, ready to go out and splurge, to reward himself for his hard training some time ago.

But as soon as he walked out of the door, he bumped into Jie Xiong Mingzo who happened to be returning from the outside.

"Leave so soon?"

Seeing that Leng Kong was about to leave the gym before it was dark, Jie Xiong Mingzao joked, "Your flesh is gone?"

"What doesn't work?"

"I'm hungry, ready to eat, together?"

Leng Kong pretended not to notice, and took out a shiny black bank card from his butt pocket.

"No problem, I'll go to the storage room to get something first."

Jie Xiong Mingzao didn't notice the small card Leng Kong held on his fingertips at all, and walked towards the gym with his muscles bursting.

"Well, burst muscles?"

Leng Kong only noticed that Jie Xiong Mingzao was only wearing a small triangle.

No, Jie Xiongmingzao usually wears clothes, but now...?

"Did the clothes explode?"

Leng Kong didn't need to think about it, he knew that Jie Xiongming must have exposed all the spare clothes this time, so he came back naked.

"You talk too much!"

Jie Xiongming paused, then rushed into the gate without looking back.

"Where to eat?"

Without letting Leng Kong wait for too long, Jie Xiongming, who put on the blue sportswear and returned to his normal appearance, came out.

"Do you want to decide?"

When he really went to a restaurant, Leng Kong suddenly realized that he should go there.

Since he came to this world, he has been eating and drinking. First, he ate nutritious meals with Jie Xiongming at the Baiyin Gym, and learned Jeet Kune Do with Himuro Ryo, and he also ate at the bar.

Finally, at the Zouliuyuan Manor, the housekeeper sent it directly.

It's been several years, and he hasn't spent any money, nor has he gone out to eat alone.

"Then go to the Ice Room Cool Bar to eat steak. It just so happened that he was also asking me how my Jeet Kune Do practice is going. I haven't gone back to ask him for advice after two or three months."

"Isn't Mr. Himuro Ryo's arm injured, and the bar is temporarily closed?"

"No, I lied to you. I went the next day and saw him mixing drinks with his arm hanging."

Leng Kong: "Then he is very prescient!"

"What do you mean?"

Jie Xiongming couldn't understand Leng Kong's words.

"Nothing, let's go!"

Leng Kong hailed a taxi, and squeezed his huge body into the door, barely able to sit down in the back row due to his stooped figure.

If he saw Ryo Himuro himself before killing the experience body, he might not be able to resist killing Himuro Ryo. Who told him that he was the real body of the experience body, but it's fine now.

Because the experience body is dead, I can be regarded as out of anger.

"Problem!"

With his clothes on, Jie Xiongming didn't have the problem of cold air at all. He opened the car door and got into the car and half-lyed down next to the cold air.

"By the way, have Zhu Mei and the others passed the audition?"

The back of Leng Kong's head was pressed against the roof of the car, and he didn't dare to look up, for fear that the roof of the car would be blown off if he was careful.

"No,"

Jie Xiongming shook his head regretfully.

"Isn't that expected?"

Glancing at Jie Xiongming's expression from the corner of his eye, he complained, "What a pity!"

"That's because you didn't come to the scene. The Muscular Girls performed in a lively atmosphere, especially when Teacher Satomi performed deadlifts, the whole audience was boiling."

Leng Kong continued: "The result is still eliminated?"

"That's the referee's lack of vision!

Jie Xiongming made: "You must know that the deadlift is the most difficult item among the "three major strength training items" of the bench press and squat. If you fail this way, you really don't know what to do!"

I was speechless.

People choose idols, not muscular girls. If these muscular girls are successful in their debut, the entire idol world's style of painting will be biased, right?

In the middle of nonsense, the car has arrived at the door of the ice room cool bar.

Leng Kong squeezed out of the car again with an extremely awkward posture.

I feel a little embarrassed to see the somewhat deformed compartment supported by myself. I wanted to tip more, but I couldn't swipe my card.

The fare was still paid by Jie Xiongming.

Leng Kong can only pray that the insurance purchased by the driver's elder brother can be covered.

Pushing open the glass door of the bar, his eyes were attracted by a disabled figure behind the bar.

I saw that Bingshiliang's left arm was still hanging around his neck, but it was not tied with gauze, and his right hand was dancing with a shaker bottle.

"No, it's been almost three months?"

Leng Kong's butt pressed the high stool in front of the bar creakingly, and pointed at the arm hanging on his chest, and said:

"A mere fracture has not healed yet? Teacher, are you still a fighter?"

How can I say that Himuro Ryo is also his own martial arts enlightenment teacher, Leng Kong still has this bit of respect.

"A mere fracture?"

"You villain, still have the nerve to say?"

Bingshiliang shook his right hand holding the shaker bottle, popped the bottle cap off with skill, and then poured out a stream of wine thick as blood and pushed it in front of Leng Kong.

"As for your pervert who crushed alloys like mud, my bones were crushed by you."

Bingshi raised his left arm coolly, and said angrily, "It's a blessing to be able to keep it now."

"Oh, well, my fault, a comminuted fracture is indeed a serious injury."

Leng Kong confessed.

The man kindly taught him, but he pinched and broke the man's arm in turn. Although he didn't mean it, he was indeed a bit wolf-hearted.

But I can't blame myself for this, who told Jie Xiongming to create too much power?

There are only 100 people in the world who can hold a special alloy grip, and he can directly knead it into a mud ball.

If he completely copied his physical self, how would his strength be worse?