From Fist Wisdom Blade To Muscle Daming King

"Gu Gu."

"Are you really human?"

Looking at the huge food plate that had been completely emptied, and then looking at Leng Kong's belly that was so stretched that it turned into a ball, Dasqi's eyes widened.

"I'm a pure man!"

Leng Kong held his belly with both hands and slowly moved forward. With one step, his belly shrank in size. By the time he walked out of the cafeteria, his ball-like belly had returned to eight-pack abs.

"Haha. That's weird!"

Dasqi sneered inexplicably. She realized that she didn't eat a bite, but just looking at it made her very full.

The two of them were not slow in their steps, and they appeared in Smoker's office not long after.

Leng Kong looked at the big iron rod still stuck in place and joked: "Is it still stuck in?"

Dasqi, who was following behind, replied easily: "It's not in the way anyway, what does it matter."

"It's okay?"

This sentence made someone who was ignored have blue veins popping out.

"Uh, Lieutenant General, you are here."

Dasqi said a perfunctory hello, and immediately looked at the big iron rod again, "Leng Kong, come on, try it yourself, and you will know whether what I said is true."

"good!"

Leng Kong did not look for a knife, but raised his right hand and quickly scratched his left wrist with his sharp nails.

tsk tsk

The vein was severed, and the blood suddenly surged three feet high.

Physique: Bleeding like a river!

Those who don't know may think that Leng Kong has high blood pressure, but this is just a basic operation of blood acceleration, and Leng Kong is still using his will to suppress the recovery speed to prevent the wound from healing too quickly and not having enough blood flow.

"It's just a try. Are you trying too hard?"

Dasqi wondered if there was something wrong with Leng Kong’s nerves?

Otherwise, what if someone bleeds himself and becomes three feet tall?

"fine."

Leng Kong aimed the blood-spattered column from his wrist at the iron rod,

"I have plenty of blood, but I'm afraid it won't be able to eat it!"

"Ha ha."

Gu Gu

Blood sprinkled from the top of the iron rod, and the blood beads spread quickly along the meteorite air mark,

Miraculously, some of the blood beads actually flowed into the iron rod as Dasqi said, and in the process, the iron rod continued to make an inaudible gurgling sound.

It's obviously solid, but its density is extremely high, which is a bit incomprehensible.

But it was a dead thing after all, and its absorption speed could not keep up with the blood splashing speed in the cold sky. A large pool of blood quickly accumulated on the ground.

waste!

After all, blood is regenerated by itself using energy.

This is too wasteful!

Leng Kong maintained the posture of spraying blood while turning his head to look at Smoker, "Smoker, use your smoke to make a cover for me."

"You are really not afraid of bleeding to death!"

Smoker didn't refuse. He opened his mouth and a strip of white smoke coiled around the iron rod to form a cylinder.

"You're not afraid of splashing out, haha"

Boom, boom, boom!

The war drums in the chest exploded, the blood pressure rose again, and the amount of blood spurted suddenly increased. In less than a minute, the scarlet blood filled the vat surrounded by white smoke, and the amount even exceeded the volume of Leng Kong itself.

Looking at this scene, Dasqi and Smoker were already numb.

Is this man made of blood?

Or is it that his blood vessels are channels from another dimension that can be discharged endlessly like a faucet when needed?

“I don’t seem to have much appetite!”

Looking at the completely submerged iron rod, Leng Kong released the overspeed regeneration suppression and cut his wrist to quickly recover as before.

"Maybe Leng Kong is more ominous and monster than the magic sword."

Dasqi looked at the big iron rod that seemed to have been drowned in blood, and then looked at the cold air that released more blood than his body's total body weight. He was still full of energy, and came to a conclusion that was more complaining than speculation.

There's nothing I can do about it, the iron rod is weird, but the cold air seems to be even more sinister!

Both are irrational existences and cannot be speculated at all.

"Okay, just let it suck slowly. I'll go back to bed first to recuperate and prepare to enjoy tomorrow's battle."

Leng Kong waved his hand, ready to dodge!

"No, I'm going tomorrow too, bastard!"

Smoker didn't expect Leng Kong to be so disrespectful. He went home to sleep on his own and asked himself to maintain the tobacco barrel for him?

"Just forget it. There's no chance of winning anyway, so don't get hurt."

The voice floated up, and Leng Kong's figure had completely disappeared.

"You're underestimating it?"

"Am I being underestimated?"

Smog's forehead had veins popping out, and he looked at Dusqi, "It's all your fault. If you ignore him, doesn't everything go away?"

"But what he said is right!"

Dasqi said cutely: "With the combat power shown by Huang Mu and Yisheng, Lieutenant General, you really have no chance of winning."

"Why don't we treat maintaining the cigarette as exercise and test the limits of "Ghost Bite"?"

"After all, it's a pity to waste so much blood. If I ask Leng Kong to release it again, he might not be able to release so much blood."

Don't get me wrong, Dasqi is not helping Leng Kong. As a knife fanatic, she just wants to get the blood-sucking data of the magic knife.

"Tch, can this level of intensity be considered a workout?"

"Don't say one night, I can do it even for ten days and ten nights!"

"suck"

Smoker took a deep breath, letting the cigar pass through his lungs, and then blew out a large stream of thick smoke to thicken the smoke.

He wasn't showing weakness, he just didn't want to disappoint Dasqi.

the next day,

"Back to you!"

As soon as Leng Kong arrived at the dock, a black shadow flew over and reached out to fish it out. It was the big iron rod that had been drinking blood all night.

Then he looked at Smoker and Dasqi who were standing at the bow of the boat: "Why did you bring this thing over?"

"Isn't today the final test?"

Smoker's expression was arrogant: "I'm afraid that your lack of sword will affect your fighting ability. If I win, I won't have a sense of accomplishment."

"hehe."

"Just foreign objects can't affect me!"

Leng Kong tiptoed the ground and jumped onto the boat lightly, "Has the battle sequence been revealed?"

"No!"

Smoker held two big cigars in his mouth every day, and his whole body was filled with smoke: "But if we smoke together, don't expect me to give up."

"you?"

Leng Kong stared at Smoker with a half-smile, "Just forget it!"

"What's the meaning?"

Seeing that he was looked down upon by Leng Kong again, Smoker puffed on his cigar.

"The smoke doesn't feel real. I'm not interested in you, and you can't break my defense."

Leng Kong shook his head: "If the two of us face off, the battle will be very boring, so Akainu and the others will not arrange it like this."

"Too!"

Smoker said very clearly: "The battle seems to be decided by drawing lots, but it involves the position of general, and the order should have been decided long ago."

"So you don't have to worry about the order."

"Anyway, there are only 8 people in total. After two rounds, there are only two left."

Leng Kong looked indifferent, then raised the big iron rod in his hand, "Have you finished sucking all the blood I put out yesterday?"

"No!"

Upon hearing this, Dasqi immediately took out a small notebook and said, "It only absorbed a shallow layer. After dawn, the blood activity should have disappeared and the magic knife also stopped absorbing."

"I don't have much appetite!"

Leng Kong stroked the blade of the blade with his palm, and the air mark lines soaked red with blood suddenly emitted a faint aura, and Leng Kong also sensed an extremely familiar aura inside.

The aura is full of hunger, thirst, violence and blood. Although it is very weak, it is clearly his blood sea aura!

Combines?

Leng Kong felt as if he had discovered the true method of tempering the magic sword.

Blood-sucking is only an auxiliary thing. What Meteor Iron really absorbs is the spiritual will poured into the blood by the owner of the blood.

Is it true that the soul nourishes the soul?

Doesn't this mean that the hunger, thirst, fighting spirit and desire to kill that I usually rely on meditation can be poured into the sword body?

Finally, through continuous accumulation and integration, a real world-destroying blow was born?

hehe

This thing doesn’t seem to be useless!

As I write it, it feels more like fantasy. It’s also a bit watery, so I’ll add another chapter tomorrow.