I was Born in Hell

The best way to learn about combat is actual combat.

The best way to learn in actual combat is to get beaten.

Phew~~

Suck~~

The Immortal King Kong was beaten for more than ten minutes, and a human-shaped dent was embedded in the surrounding ground.

His fight with the ascetic was like a kindergarten kid challenging a martial arts master. The opponent had a thousand ways to neutralize his strength.

However... although Immortal King Kong is naive, he is not really stupid.

On the contrary, being naive is just a character, and Immortal King Kong is actually very smart, especially when it comes to combat.

Readjust your breathing.

Immortal King Kong repeatedly recalled the previous battles. In those past experiences, he only needed to rely on the absolute strength of his own body, and then hit him hard with his iron fist.

But not now! !

Think about it carefully, why did the Death God let me fight this battle? ?

"The power of the fist penetrated my fist, and the shocks made my bones numb."

"Qiao Jin moved a thousand pounds, and with the help of my strength, he slammed me to the ground."

Immortal Vajra's breathing became longer, his eyes were slightly closed, and his brain repeatedly recalled the experience of being "blood tortured": "I can feel the strength and energy running around in my body, and I can feel the power of my fist being released. …”

Bang! !

The Immortal Vajra and the Ascetic Monk collided with each other again.

This time, the Immortal King Kong was still knocked out, but it did not fall to the ground, and the shock from the fist was not that strong.

Look carefully.

At the scene of the fist fight just now, large cracks appeared under the feet of Immortal King Kong.

He was using the power of the earth, trying to gather a little bit of the strength of his whole body by stepping on the earth, and finally exploded in his fists, instead of just relying on the muscles in his arms.

"Um?"

"Boy, do you want to learn?" The ascetic raised his eyebrows, but then shook his head: "Unfortunately, you can't learn it. This thing requires years of practice, and you don't have that chance."

yes.

Kung Fu is broad and profound.

Fighting skills, methods of exerting force, and clever ways of discharging force all require years of accumulation and practice. It takes tens of thousands of punches every day to hone them to proficiency.

That's how the ascetic got his name.

He doesn't need money, strength, or women. Instead, he waves his fist like a monk with no desires and desires every day.

The Immortal Vajra is just a makeshift, and it is impossible to fight against the ascetics.

"Hey!!"

Immortal King Kong did not refute, and smiled naively: "But I will get beaten!!"

He continued to rush forward, his body was countless times harder than steel, and he continued to be beaten wildly by the ascetic.

Every time I was beaten, I had a clear understanding.

Every time I get beaten, I gain something.

I see...the fist can still be so powerful?

I see...can you release the enemy's power in this way?

The Immortal King Kong is simply like a door being opened, and an unprecedented realm is revealed in front of him, as if the skylight of a new world has been opened.

The horrific fighting continued.

The banquet hall was shaking constantly. The Immortal King Kong was knocked down time and time again. His little giant-like body was smashed into the soil under the floor, but he got up again and again, becoming more and more courageous as he fought.

People have gone from initial shock to surprise, and then to numbness.

The battle lasted for half an hour. The Immortal King Kong was still being beaten, but he was laughing wildly, rejoicing, and longing for it. He was simply a masochist.

I have to say that both battles made people laugh and cry.

The battle has fallen into a stalemate. The battle between No. 07 Wu and Qingyu is still going on, and the Immortal King Kong is also being beaten wildly by the ascetics. For a while, there is no winner.

At this rate, I'm afraid we won't be able to finish the fight tomorrow.

Gu Fan looked at it with interest for a long time, and finally withdrew his gaze.

about there.

Fog No. 07 has completed its transformation.

Immortal King Kong No. 01 has also had some enlightenment.

Now that you know the direction of your future efforts, you just need to keep honing yourself.

"There's no point in continuing to waste time."

Gu Fan's voice became a little impatient, and he finally focused on the Red Dragon King.

The Red Dragon King tore open his robe.

He revealed his almost alien-like body. It turned out that red dragon scales had spread all over his body. He looked like a big lizard. The firelight turning in the glass became more intense, and he looked at him with eyes full of fighting desire. Gufan.

"That's exactly what I meant!!"

"Then let our fight begin!!"

The real decisive battle will take place between two real bosses behind the scenes.

"us??"

Gu Fan laughed contemptuously: "You are wrong, because you are not qualified to fight with me."

What! !

The Red Dragon King's eyes narrowed. He did not expect that Gu Fan would refuse his invitation to fight, and also use such words to humiliate him.

not qualified?

The majestic Red Dragon King, almost the number one character in the base, was actually said to be unqualified by Gu Fan.

Gu Fan was still full of disdain and continued: "And you are not the real leader. The strongest person in the Red Dragon Base is probably hiding in the sanctuary, and in my opinion you are not as powerful as the previous envoy. "

The Red Dragon King's heart trembled.

The Sanctuary possesses unknown power. Although the Red Dragon King has always been dissatisfied, the people there always make him feel uneasy.

God's messenger...

The guy who fooled Xuanxu also came from the Sanctuary and had never shown his true strength. There was always a bad feeling when facing him.

He's just a hypocritical magician, but he didn't expect that Gu Fan said that the strength of the divine envoy was slightly better than his own? ?

The Red Dragon King was even more dissatisfied and looked at Gu Fan with murderous eyes: "If you don't fight me, are you going to hide behind your subordinates and send a little guy to fight me?"

"hehe."

Gu Fan sneered and read out a name: "Ghost King."

Uh-huh.

A figure fell from the roof.

The huge figure was wearing a bloody robe, but the body parts exposed in the air had no human physiological characteristics, causing the onlookers to exclaim.

The Ghoul King.

Half a foot has already stepped into the divine gold level.

Its heart is composed of the original mutated Ghoul King and Gu Fan's hell bloodline. It has terrifying strength that humans cannot match. Its physical strength and speed, and all aspects of quality, can far crush the Immortal King Kong.

it? ?

It's such an oppressive smell.

The murderous aura was so awe-inspiring that the entire banquet hall was filled with a bloody aura the moment they arrived, so thick that it made people feel like they were drowning in a vat of blood.

The Red Dragon King suddenly stopped looking down on him. Such an opponent was enough for him to respect, and he even had a sense of doubt about "can I defeat it?"

"Very strong."

The Red Dragon King lowered his voice and said solemnly: "You want it to fight me??"

Gu Fan stretched out a finger and shook it gently.

"No."

"you are wrong."

"I said I wanted to end the fight as soon as possible."

The corners of Gu Fan's mouth raised slightly, and his words became more rampant, and he said contemptuously: "I lost the two battles just now, and the next three of you... will all fight it together!!"

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