From Fist Wisdom Blade To Muscle Daming King

"Then Mr. Leng Kong, can you stop torturing JOJO?"

After learning that the monster curled up and trembling in pain on the ground was Er Qiao, Spit was heartbroken.

Seeing the large pool of sweat seeping on the ground and the completely tortured Er Qiao, Spit felt regretful.

Was he going crazy in front of him?

Knowing that Leng Kong is a psychopath, how dare he? How dare you hand over JOJO to Leng Kong?

"Uh-huh."

Seeing Spit interceding for him, Er Qiao, who was paralyzed on the ground, rolled his eyes and groaned.

"Don't worry, it's just to temper his will,"

"If you don't believe this kid, you have to believe in my professionalism."

"At most, he is half-disabled. He will make up for it after eating a few more meals. How can it be so easy to die?"

"If you can't even bear this little pain, how can you grow?"

Leng Kong sat on the carpet that was already covered with food and said nonchalantly,

"Yeah, it tastes okay."

The big chunks of steak are stuffed into the mouth, and it feels much better than the bland food of the Japanese shogunate.

"Originally, I planned to stay up for at least three days and three nights, but since the sponsor has spoken, I'll just stay up for one day and one night."

The delicious sauce overflowed from the corners of his mouth, making the greedy Er Qiao drool.

Unfortunately, there was no food for him, not even a drop of water.

"Do you still need another day and night?"

Spit's heartbroken features were squeezed into a ball.

When Er Qiao heard this, he almost went over directly.

Just these few hours in the morning felt like he was living like a year. If another day and night happened, he really didn't know if he would still be alive by then.

"Okay, just leave if you have nothing to do, so as not to make you feel uncomfortable."

"Gulu."

Leng Kong swallowed the food and started chasing people away.

"Ah, okay, okay!"

Thinking that Er Qiao was highly poisonous and needed Leng Kong's help to obtain the antidote, Spit could only avoid Er Qiao's desperate eyes, turned around and trotted away.

Otherwise, he was afraid that if he continued to stay, tears would flow out.

The heartache is so heartbreaking!

Spit has no children, and has always regarded Er Qiao as his own grandson. Now, he is still out of sight and out of mind, and it is not painful to come.

"Woo."

Seeing the only savior, Spit, walking as fast as the wind without even looking back, two big tears fell from the corners of Er Qiao's eyes in despair.

He wants to die so much!

My heart is tired, destroy it!

The next day, it’s still meal time,

While Spit and his servants were arranging the dishes, Leng Kong finally stepped forward and put Er Qiao's tendons, flesh, and bones back into place. However, after his body recovered, Er Qiao was still paralyzed on the ground with no intention of moving.

Numb!

After being washed away by the torrent of extreme pain all day and night, he was now completely numb!

His eyes were dull and dull, and he looked more like a zombie than a walking zombie.

"Quick, drink some water."

Spit hurried over with a kettle in hand.

"Ho ho."

Hearing that there was water to drink, Er Qiao had the slightest reaction. His eyes turned dull, his tongue licked his chapped lips, and his throat made a thirsty "ho ho" sound.

After a day and night of pain, he felt that the water in his body had been completely drained, and he was in urgent need of water to survive.

laugh!

But just as Spit was getting closer and closer to him, a broken bone flew past, and the kettle was directly penetrated. Spit's hand shook in shock, and Er Qiao watched as the life-extending water source was completely watered.

"The real trial hasn't started yet, what water should you drink?"

The chicken bones shot out, and Leng Kong took a large plate of roasted chicken legs to enjoy.

"That's it, but it hasn't officially started yet?"

Seeing Er Qiao's busted lips, dark bags under his eyes, and pale skin, Spit's heart clenched in pain, and after hearing Leng Kong's words, he almost vomited blood.

Everyone is almost being played to death, and it hasn’t officially started yet?

Are you trying to kill JOJO, or are you helping him train?

It had only been one day, and JOJO had only one breath left. If it really lasted ten days, wouldn't he have to order a coffin for JOJO in advance?

But thinking that it was JOJO who had begged him to train in the cold air before, Spit could only say weakly: "I think JOJO is really dehydrated now, why don't you let him drink some water first, replenish his calories, and rest before continuing?"

"Uh-huh."

When the weak Er Qiao heard this, his eyes suddenly glowed with the light of life again, and he pouted and agreed vigorously.

As long as the devil promised to let him rest and his physical strength recovered a little, he would immediately run away. He was going to find Xi Sa and practice with his teacher.

Otherwise, he will really die if he continues to be played by Leng Kong.

"rest?"

"The trial hasn't officially started yet, so why take a break?"

Leng Kong shook his head decisively, "However, dehydration is very severe. I didn't expect the ripple energy to extract potential so effectively. Haha."

"Is it effective?"

Hearing this, Spit's eyelids twitched and he was about to die. Can this be called a good effect?

The escape plan failed before it even started, and Er Qiao didn't even bother to speak.

"Um"

Leng Kong nodded seriously,

"Ripple energy can suppress pain and heal the physical body, but the energy does not appear out of thin air, but also comes from the physical body."

"In order to suppress the pain, Xiao Qiao frantically squeezed the body's potential to release ripples. The speed of squeezing was faster than I expected. In just one day, it is worth what a fighter would squeeze for four or five days."

"Not bad. It's a natural corrugated body. It's really good! Haha."

Spit was worried: "But I think JOJO's body has really reached its limit. Will he die if he continues forcibly?"

"limit?"

Leng Kong shook his head calmly, "What is the limit?"

"When you reach your limit, break it for me!"

"For such a simple thing, wouldn't it be enough to be angry?"

"When I reach my limit, I will break through again. Keep breaking through, and keep breaking through, until I completely squeeze out my body's potential."

"How can you improve your purity if you are only shackled by your physical body?"

"How can you become a real man?"

Glancing at Er Qiao who was still lying on the ground, Leng Kong smiled kindly.

"Remember the pile pose I did before, get up and stand up, and start the official trial!"

"Woo."

Hearing this, Er Qiao whined in his throat, closed his eyes, and started to mess.

That's it, if you want to kill or cut into pieces, Leng Kong can do it. Anyway, he doesn't have the strength to move his fingers now.

empty!

The body was completely hollowed out!

"Heh, are you going to play with me?"

Leng Kong smiled contemptuously, "If you don't get up, will I continue to stretch my muscles and bones?"

"If you lie in extreme pain for ten days, the effect should be about the same. I just don't know if you will go insane or have a mental breakdown by then."

What?

Again?

Thinking of the endless pain he had experienced before, Er Qiao's pupils instantly shrank into black spots.

To be honest, he had almost counted every second for the previous day and night. In the end, not only was his body numb, but his spirit and will were also numb. In the end, he didn't know how he managed to hold on.

If he lay there for another ten days, even if he didn't die from the pain, he would definitely become a fool from the pain.

The extreme fear of endless pain caused Er Qiao's perfectly drained body to suddenly surge with new strength. He stood up quickly, his limbs trembling and still performing the Lengkong Sect's War Soul Awakening Stance.

After a while, he went to the limit!

Leng Kong smiled calmly at Spit, "Look, I said it's not difficult to break the limit, right? Didn't Xiao Qiao do it easily?"

"You are cruel!"

Spit left, he was afraid that he would have a heart attack if he continued to look at it.

the next day.

Although Er Qiao was still standing, his body was swaying, and he had severe visual and auditory hallucinations. He felt as if he was standing in the clouds, and the whole world became unreal.

Not only did the ripple energy not become his advantage, but because he squeezed it so hard on the first day in order to suppress the extreme pain, his body was overdrawn early on.

But Leng Kong said that ten days would be ten days, and he would not give up just because he could withstand the fighting master for four or five days on the first day.

The third day.

Er Qiao's physical body gradually became numb, and his perception became extremely dull.

Day four.

I can't even open my eyelids, I just stand inertially, and there is only one obsession left in my mind, and that is to persist. Persistence and persistence!

As for what to insist on and why he should insist on it, he has forgotten it.

Day five.

This is equivalent to the tenth day of purity of a fighting artist. Everything in the world has disappeared from Er Qiao's perception, but it is as if his spirit has broken away from the limitations of the physical body and integrated into everything in the world!

Day six.

Thinking almost stops,

The seventh day.

His body was like a dead tree without the slightest breath of life, and the birds in the forest landed on his head and shoulders to play.

Day eight.

Er Qiao opened his eyes again, and his bright eyes made people feel as if he had been cleansed both physically and mentally.

"Ahem."

His throat was severely dehydrated and he hadn't made a sound for a long time. Er Qiao instinctively made a dry and hard cough before speaking.

Then he looked at Leng Kong with bright eyes and forcefully said, "I have evolved!"

At this moment, Er Qiao clearly felt the flow of the wind, smelled the fragrance of the soil, and heard the chirping of birds, beasts, insects, and ants.

The surrounding terrain, which is several meters away, can be reflected in the mind one by one without looking at it with the eyes.

It was the first time in my life that I felt so clearly!

"No, this is just your illusion!"

Leng Kong shook his head, "The physical body is extremely exhausted, and the spirit temporarily breaks through the restraints, so the perception can be so sensitive. You can't do this normally."

Er Qiao: "Then I'm done?"

"No, you still have to defeat them to end the first phase."

Leng Kong pointed his finger, and a group of people happened to be walking along the forest path, led by Spit, who had never dared to come over and take a look.

"Sir, I've got the sparring partner you want."

After approaching, Spit ordered the more than ten muscular men following him to line up. These were all veterans with strong fighting skills in the army who he had temporarily borrowed.

"very good!"

Leng Kong nodded, then looked at Er Qiao, who was exhausted and had bright eyes. "Defeat them and explore your potential. This stage is over. I'll let you rest for a night. Tomorrow, you'll start polishing your muscles and learning fighting skills."

"One against ten?"

"No, more than ten?"

Er Qiao, who just said that he had evolved, his face fell instantly, and he said pitifully: "I can take a beating, but I haven't had a drop of water in eight days. Can you let me eat before taking a shot?"

"You can eat them if you beat them."

Then Leng Kong waved to the muscular man again, "You too, if you persist for an extra hour, you will get an extra 5,000 US dollars. How much you can earn in the end depends on your own abilities."

"15VS1?"

"We are going to get rich from this! Haha"

All the muscular men were instantly excited!

In their opinion, this money is too easy to get.

"Then you take your time and play!"

Leng Kong forcefully dragged Spit away. In his opinion, this level of physical fighting was just a sideshow, nothing interesting to watch.

"Damn bastard!"

"No. Don't pass it!"

Being stared at by more than a dozen pairs of green eyes, Er Qiao felt weak.

You must know that although his senses are very sensitive now, his body has been drained for a long time. If he uses this state to deal with more than ten big men, is he afraid that he will be tortured to death?

"Sorry, we want to make money!"

The muscular man chuckled and pressed forward.

"Huh?"

"This kid reacts so quickly?"

"Is your body so slippery?"

"Catch him first!"

Four or five muscular men slid and shoveled at the same time. After Er Qiao's feet were clamped, the muscular men pressed on him one after another.

"Just, just press him like this!"

"Brothers at the bottom have worked hard and held on for the sake of a beautiful knife!"

The muscular man was going to use human flesh to suppress him for three days and three nights.

Although he was ravaged by a group of muscular men for a whole day, Er Qiao finally won with his abnormal endurance and exhaustion.

When he finally had food and water to drink, he cried!

The next training will be even simpler.

Jack Fanma's 36-hour training plan was applied directly to Er Qiao to start a new round of training.

The ripple energy has an excellent therapeutic effect on the physical body. As long as you supplement it with enough food, you will never die!

Since you can’t practice to death, then practice to death!

Er Qiao found that he had just climbed out of the hellish and terrifying potential tapping training, and fell into another even more terrifying devil's hell!

He swore that he would stay away from Leng Kong when he saw him in the future and never, never come into contact with him again!

Because this monster is much scarier than the devil!

There are only 24 hours in a day, but he actually has to train by himself for 36 hours?

No time can limit his perversion!

In the morning, before dawn, I ran twenty laps along the manor carrying a log thicker than my waist.

There are hundreds of acres of manor, and it is about a thousand meters in a circle.

20 laps is 20,000 meters, which is 20 kilometers, and this is just a morning warm-up.

After breakfast, it was the project that Er Qiao was really most afraid of.

Because Leng Kong personally showed up to teach him fighting skills, the monster's fist only touched his body lightly, and Er Qiao felt like his internal organs were being cracked.

In just a few days, the specially opened training ground was stained scarlet with his blood. If he could not use ripples to heal the injury, he felt that he would not survive the first day!

After lunch, Leng Kong gave him an hour to stimulate ripple energy to repair his body. This was also his only rest time of the day.

In the afternoon, I beat obsidian with my bare hands. I heard Leng Kong say that the stone, which is harder than metal, must be beaten into a smooth sphere.

In the evening, they dragged logs as big as trucks or rocks weighing a thousand kilograms to the early morning of the next day.

The cycle of inhumanly high training volume is repeated.

The only thought in Er Qiao's heart was to hope that Zhu Nan would come soon!

It's not like he hasn't thought about running, but Leng Kong seems to have radar. As soon as he steps out of the training route, this madman will immediately jump out and beat him severely.

The scene can be said to have made those who heard it cry and those who listened to it sad.

The horrific training and inhumane beatings that were even more devilish made Spit burst into tears and his heart trembled.

But it wouldn't work if he didn't watch. He had to help JOJO prepare a nutritious meal, and he was also afraid that Leng Kong would kill JOJO by accident.

The brutal training of the first ten days without eating or drinking had already scared him silly. Later, when he saw Leng Kong barely giving JOJO any time to sleep, he took turns doing various exercises 24 hours a day to exercise his muscles like crazy, and his heartbeat almost stopped. .

No, we can't go on any longer!

He wanted to change someone to teach JOJO. Otherwise, if JOJO was not trained to death, he would have to leave first because his heart could not bear it.

This is what Spit thought and did. He made the call and within a few days, Xi Sa, who had run away earlier, appeared at the door of Lengkong Manor with a sexy lady with black hair reaching her waist.

"Lisa Lisa, you are finally here!"

"If you don't come back, JOJO will really die!"

When Spit saw Yu Jie arriving, he was so excited that he almost cried. When his mother came, Spit was not ready to take care of her. It was because his old man's heart couldn't bear such a fright.

"Um?"

"Isn't the time limit for the poison in JOJO's body yet?"

Lisa Lisa's beautiful eyebrows were raised slightly, with a trace of worry on her face.

"It's not which one, but"

Spit raised his hand and pointed at the huge drag marks surrounding the manor's entrance.

"Boom boom."

The next moment, a tall young man with tanned skin and explosive muscles appeared in front of them dragging 4 or 5 oversized tires.

The thick hemp rope collapsed straight, and there were deep blood marks on the shoulders and back, but the young man seemed not to feel it, and as if he could not see their existence at all. He took one step at a time, a stream of sweat every step, with his head buried and his legs moving. , walked quickly past them.

"This tire weighs at least 200 pounds, right?"

"Five at a time, is this kid crazy?"

Looking at the huge tire with a diameter of nearly two meters, Cesar exclaimed,

"It's not that he's crazy, it's that the person who taught him is crazy!"

Spit had tears in his eyes: "And it's not just a few laps. JOJO has to drag this thing until tomorrow morning, and then the cycle repeats. He hasn't slept for more than half a month under this kind of intense training."

"What?"

Caesar and Lisa screamed at the same time.

"so."

Spit looked at Lisa Lisa with lingering fear, "I just want you to teach JOJO by yourself, otherwise I'm really afraid that JOJO will die suddenly in the next second!"