Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 210 Beautiful Straight Fist

Without waiting for him to refuse, Zhang Ang handed over the carefully translated boxing manual: "You read it first."

Adolf didn't speak, he glanced at Zhang Ang, and took it.The book is not exquisite, but it looks brand new, and it has been carefully wrapped in a cover. I saw the name of this boxing manual written on the cover: "Shenquanfa: The Shining Big Dipper Constellation".

Such a big tone, can the word "God" be used casually?Also the Big Dipper constellation, have you studied astronomy?Are you from the Sanctuary of Athens?
At the moment, Adolf didn't even open the boxing book, but said seriously: "Although I don't know how you got this boxing technique, just looking at the name, it's not a serious boxing technique. The word 'God' is not Those who can be used casually in the name of martial arts, only those who have reached the peerless level of martial arts will be allowed to use this level of words. Otherwise, they will only be ridiculed and forced to change their names."

"But the Big Dipper Constellation is also used here, and this problem is even bigger. This constellation is not something that can be used casually. Almost all the martial arts related to the constellations come from the Sanctuary of Athens, which is the second best martial arts in the whole continent. Holy land! Among them, the Ursa Major Academy has several martial arts that use the name of the Big Dipper, but there is no such boxing method. If they want to know this. This Ursa Major Academy is not a small academy. It is second only to the Sanctuary of Athens The level of the Zodiac Academy is not easy to offend. I think you may have been cheated, and this liar has no common sense. Well, he spent a lot of money."

After hearing what he said, Zhang Ang was dumbfounded, speechless: "Can't you open it and take a good look? No matter what, it's better than those big-budget ones you're practicing now."

"That's not necessarily the case." Adolf retorted, while turning over the boxing manual: "I learned all the standard martial arts in our German army, which have been sorted out, deduced, improved, and simplified by generations of military masters. Practical martial arts, isn't it?"

But as he spoke, his voice weakened, and finally he closed his mouth. His face was solemn, his brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes were contemplative, and the movement of turning pages in his hands slowed down, as if he was completely immersed in the book.

He didn't say anything, just sat down at the drawing table by the window, tossed it over and over again, carefully read the boxing manual, completely fascinated by it.

Is this a martial idiot?
Zhang Ang didn't bother him, went to the kitchen next to him, and started to make breakfast.

The noise in the kitchen didn't bother him at all, he sat there straight and didn't care about everything outside.

"It's true, it's true," Adolf murmured and repeated, not knowing who he was talking to.

It seems that he is indeed a martial idiot.

Zhang Ang sighed, put the dinner plate on the painting table, and put it in Adolf's hand.

But obviously, the well-cooked delicacies lost their appeal to him, he didn't notice the tangy aroma, and he turned a blind eye to the sizzling oil.

Time passed faster than ever, the tempting smell of meat dissipated, the fat on the big row solidified, and the boiling soup became cold and condensed.

Finally, Adolf raised his head, his eyes gleaming with incomparable confidence and surprise: "This is a truly peerless boxing technique!"

"Of course, didn't I tell you yesterday?" Zhang Ang smiled, his tone full of relief: "Unexpectedly, you are quite knowledgeable."

"My father used to be an imperial customs official, so it can be regarded as a family education." Adolf explained, and then he said a little nervously: "Are you really willing to teach me this boxing technique?"

"Of course, I said it yesterday." Zhang Ang affirmed: "I hope you can practice as soon as possible, improve your strength as soon as possible, and hit the Martial Saint level!"

"Martial Saint level." Adolf looked yearning, but no longer just envious: "It's not easy, there are extremely high requirements for talent, aptitude, and understanding, and, this."

Zhang Ang interrupted him: "Without enough strength, we can't do anything! A small group of gendarmes can make us run around and panic. We want to grow the organization, we want to make our voice heard in Berlin, we want to Participating in state affairs, wanting to eradicate long-standing evils, wanting to change the country, and wanting to establish brand-new fair rules and systems, all of these require strength, all of which require strength to the extreme, strength that is not afraid of any challenge!"

"Strength." Adolf clenched his fist with emotion: "I understand, I will give everything to pursue this strength!"

He turned his head to look at Zhang Ang: "But, you."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Ang interrupted him again: "I understand what you are worried about. I don't like to be in front of others. I like to hide behind the scenes and do some logistics work. Besides, haven't we already signed a contract?" Is there a contract? This contract is not so easy to break. Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who likes to point fingers. In the future, I will always support you. "

"Is that so?" Adolf was silent for a moment: "Okay, I understand."

Zhang Ang smiled and heated up the food again: "Okay, after eating, let's start practicing boxing!"

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The weather in winter is very cold, even inside the house, since the fireplace is not lit, it is not much different from the outside.

Adolf stood in the middle of the room, shirtless, barefoot, and wearing only a pair of shorts.

"Drink!" With a burst of shouting, his fist slowly pushed forward. It was clearly in the air, but it seemed to be pushing a huge statue. It was extremely difficult.

His muscles are not considered developed, but now they are bulging, and they are constantly wriggling to the extent visible to the naked eye, as if there are swimming snakes under the pale skin.

"Ha!" There was another loud shout, and another fist began to hit the top of his head, which was still extremely difficult, as if he was lifting a huge marble.

The muscles on the other side also began to squirm, and with the trembling of the muscles, his pale skin slowly turned a little bloody, and the astonishing heat gathered on his skin, drying the sweat that flowed out instantly.

"drink!"

Another sound, another punch.

"what!"

Another sound, another punch.

Zhang Ang rubbed his chin and muttered to himself: "Sure enough, he has been starving for a long time, lack of nutrition, just warming up, and he has practiced so hard. In the future, he must be replenished. But this willpower is really good. Yes, it is a material that can be made, and, rather than willpower, it is better to say that it is the ambition that supports this willpower."

"Touch, touch, touch."

A knock on the door rang, interrupting Zhang Ang's thoughts.

What's going on again?Is it fun to disturb others to practice?

Zhang Ang opened the door impatiently, but it was the fat postman from yesterday.

"Where's Adolf? It won't be delayed again today."

But before the words were finished, a beautiful straight fist flashed from behind Zhang Ang.

With a "bang", he screamed, turned into a beautiful parabola, and disappeared from the sight of the two of them.

(End of this chapter)