From Fist Wisdom Blade To Muscle Daming King

Chapter 18 Times have changed

"Here comes the steak."

While several people were chatting, the bartender came over with a dining cart and a charcoal fire.

"Hey. It's finally here."

Smelling the wafting aroma, Leng Kong, who had been extremely hungry for a long time, took a deep breath and quickly jumped onto the bench of the barbecue table on the side of the court.

"Your appetite is getting more and more terrifying. Be careful of muscle deformation."

Looking at the large plates of fried steak and fresh beef weighing dozens of kilograms in the dining car, Jie Xiongming complained.

“It’s a blessing to be able to eat!”

Leng Kong forked a huge piece of steak and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

The delicious sauce and plump texture instantly made the taste buds dance, and the heavy sense of satisfaction made Leng Kong's eyes narrow into slits.

"You guys bake it slowly yourself, I'll fill my stomach with these first."

Seeing the bartender push the charcoal fire under the grill, Leng Kong took two more plates without ceremony and began to perform a whole plate pouring show.

"Eat slowly, no one will compete with you!"

Himuro Ryo used a knife to cut the fresh beef into finger-thick pieces, then brushed it with oil, applied barbecue sauce, and put it on the iron plate. The loss of one hand did not affect his movements at all.

"You've been practicing at my place for the past few months, and I haven't seen you eating so much, right?"

"Could it be that Zoryuin is starving you?"

Jie Xiong Mingzao: "Zou Liuyuan is so rich, how can he be hungry? Leng Kong's appetite increased sharply only after returning from your place."

"Haha. Exercise and practice will double the amount of food consumed. Please understand."

Leng Kong took the time to make some nonsense.

"Only a ghost would believe you."

Jie Xiong Mingzao picked up Lao Baigan from the dining car, flicked the bottle cap with his thumb and took off, then gave one bottle to each other.

"Gu Gu."

"Happy!"

Leng Kong took it, drank half the bottle in one gulp, and then sprayed out a large stream of hot air.

After his hunger subsided a little, he looked at Himuro Ryo, "I heard that "Naka" is very messy? Is it possible to go there to experience it? "

"It's not very messy, it's very messy!"

Flip the steak quickly to avoid burning the meat.

"There are no laws and regulations in that place, and there is no morality at all. Sometimes a human life is worth less than a loaf of bread."

"A place outside the law?"

"Isn't that an ideal place for training? There is no legal responsibility for injury or disability."

Leng Kong chewed the steak, his eyes eager to try. What he lacked was life experience and combat experience, which was enough to see the evils of society.

"Experience? Haha, are you looking for death?"

"how?"

"Times have changed. Nowadays, all the big and small forces inside use guns. Do you think you can carry out murders just like before with a knife?"

"Well, forget it."

Leng Kong's little thoughts were immediately extinguished. He originally thought of punching homeless people and kicking young and Dangerous boys with his almost superhuman physique, but now he is so disrespectful of martial arts?

"Actually, just listen to the theory I mentioned earlier. In the final analysis, martial arts is the use of "power". With more actual combat, accumulated experience, and reaching a higher level, you will naturally become good at it. You can't force it."

"With your physique, if you want to improve your combat power in a short period of time, it would be more appropriate to also practice some powerful martial arts."

"Um?"

Speaking of practical information, Leng Kong instantly became interested, "For example?"

"Bajiquan, Muay Thai!"

Ryo Himuro: "Bajiquan exerts force on the heels, travels at the waist, and penetrates the fingertips. The movements are fierce, the force is exerted quickly, and the explosive power is extremely strong. It pays attention to hitting hard and opening without dodging or dodging. It is known for shaking its arms and hitting The sky fell and he stomped his feet to shake the nine states."

"Muay Thai is brutal and fierce, and can cause huge damage."

"Bajiquan mainly applies to eight parts: head, shoulders, elbows, hands, tail, hips, knees and feet."

"Muay Thai is about training the body's fists, legs, elbows, and knees. These eight limbs become offensive weapons."

"The two complement each other, and their combat power is absolutely terrifying!"

"You have understood the power of integration and have the ability to integrate other boxing styles into your own martial arts."

"As for actual combat, don't go to "Zhong" to practice, or be careful of being directly shot by a machine gun. "

"Go to the boxing ring and fight more often. There are all masters in it."

Himuro Ryo and Ryo Sora clinked wine bottles and glasses.

"Okay, I'll go back and talk to Chairman Ziyin."

After clearing away more than a dozen plates of fried steak, Leng Kong also picked up a pair of iron tongs and slowly turned over the grilled steak.

The three of them hadn't gotten together for a while. They were chatting and drinking, and once they got into the mood, they immediately forgot about the time.

"Isn't this possible?"

Leng Kong looked at the two people who were already paralyzed on the ground, then looked at the two or three empty cardboard boxes. He looked up at the sky and found that the sun had disappeared to nowhere.

How long have you been drinking for?

Standing up with red eyes, he felt the ground shaking.

At the same degree, liquor has a mellower taste than sake, not to mention it is exported and its quality is guaranteed.

When I drank it, I just felt good, but after the stamina kicked in, my head started to feel dizzy.

Coupled with the cool breeze blowing at night, the alcohol on the brain is a bit unbearable.

I don't know when Kai Xiongmingzao's clothes were revealed, and he held Himuro Ryo in his arms like a doll. The two of them clung to each other and moaned, and the style of the painting was extremely eye-catching.

The faces of the bartenders nearby were red from suppressing the pain, but they still couldn't break it open or lift it up.

"Let them lie on the ground and forget it. I'll leave first."

Leng Kong rubbed his temples and staggered out.

"Leng Jun, are you okay?"

A bartender quickly ran to Leng Kong and wanted to help him, but he retracted his hand in fear when he reached it halfway.

He was afraid that if he stretched out his hand, he would be like his boss Ryo Himuro, and he would be crushed by the other party accidentally.

The three of them drank three boxes of liquor. Who knows how much sanity Leng Kong still has left?

"It's okay. I'll just go back and take a shower. Then I'll be fine."

Leng Kong touched the Pit Pocket card with his palm.

I finally came out once, but the money was still not spent. Failure!

He also found that his tongue seemed to be a little curled up, but he still felt conscious.

"Okay, I'll take a taxi for you."