From Fist Wisdom Blade To Muscle Daming King

"By the way, do you know what a true fighter is?"

Zuo Liuyuan Ziyin suddenly changed her subject.

"Do not really understand"

Leng Kong shook his head, "But from a literal point of view, it should be a profession similar to that of a boxer, right?"

Zuo Liuyuan Ziyin exhaled a puff of green smoke: "What about Quan Yuanhui?"

"never heard of that."

Leng Kong continued to shake his head.

"You don't know anything, how dare you become a fighter? Haha"

Zuoryuin Shiyin chuckled softly, "A fighter can lose his life if he is not careful!"

"How to say?"

Leng Kong blinked, and he had a feeling that he could get a glimpse of the true face of this world from Zuoyuan Ziyin.

"What do you think is the most direct way to resolve business competition?"

Zou Liuyuan Ziyin did not directly answer Leng Kong's words, but asked another question.

"I don't know, I haven't discussed it."

Leng Kong has something to say.

He was paralyzed at a young age in his previous life. When he came to this world, he focused on exercising. He really didn't understand business or anything like that.

"Violence!"

The gorgeous-looking Zoryuin Ziyin spat out two words that were completely inconsistent with her temperament.

"The most direct and efficient way to resolve disputes is to use violence! Use overwhelming violence to completely defeat your opponent."

"This way no one dares to compete with you."

Uh. Isn't this an assassination?

Is the true position of a fighter a killer?

Leng Kong was a little confused. What age were we in, and the little devil was still so bloody?

"Of course, uncontrolled violence will eventually lead to chaos, but when violence is ordered, this is the most effective way to resolve disputes."

Soryuin Shiyin explained: "The Kenyukai came into being in this environment. When interest disputes and business competition occur, both parties arrange the arena through the Kenyukai.

"The rules are very simple. Both sides send strong men to fight one-on-one with bare hands!"

"The winner gets everything, the loser comes out!"

"The challenger puts victory and honor above life in the ring. If he is not careful, he will die. This is the real fighter!"

Speaking of this, Zuo Liuyuan Ziyin looked at Leng Kong with deep meaning.

"So, do you still want to become a fighter?"

"It's better to join the fitness department of Huangying Women's College. With your figure, you can't just win the world championship in bodybuilding. There is no need to fight to a bloody pulp."

"Haha." Leng Kong was not frightened, but laughed heartily.

"This kind of life is full of energy and passion, isn't it?"

"Oh haha"

Leng Kong had long been fed up with the weakness of his previous life. How could he live a new life without letting it go? How could he be worthy of himself?

Isn't the fighting arena the intense sport I long for?

Ha ha

Only when the blood is hot enough can you feel that you are still truly alive! Ha ha

Isn't it just death?

He was almost used to it. Although he was in the spiritual world, the reality was almost the same as the real world.

And Leng Kong has already enjoyed the feeling of being on the line between life and death.

Because when a person is on the verge of death, the body and brain will secrete various hormones crazily.

And after you get used to death and your fear subsides, you can feel the massive pleasure brought by hormones rushing through your brain like a tidal wave.

At that moment, your thinking consciousness will be concentrated and sublimated like never before!

It’s so exciting that you don’t want it!

He had died a lot, and he had a vague urge to experience it in the real world.

After all, no matter how realistic the spiritual world is simulated, it will still be slightly different.

Leng Kong wants to play for real, but he only has one life. It’s not worthwhile to die just to experience it!

It's best to be able to grind back and forth on the edge of death, so wouldn't you be able to have fun all the time?

Haha, I am really clever!

"Then you should practice hard. When you feel you are qualified to stand in the ring, come to me. I won't have to spend money to hire fighters from outside."

Seeing Leng Kong's anger rising, Zuo Liuyuan Ziyin didn't take it seriously either.

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. Isn’t this the case for newcomers?

If you are beaten by reality a few more times, you will come back and become a muscle vase.

"Mr. Sang, go to my office and give him a copy of the information on the Boxing Club and the Fighters. I'll go back to my room and take a beauty sleep first."

After saying that, Zou Liuyuan Ziyin twisted her waist and walked out the door.

Last night she heard that someone was staying at home, so she didn't sleep well. She rushed back early in the morning and her skin was a little dry.

"Yes, Miss!"

The butler nodded and followed closely behind him.

"Remember, if he dares to appear in my and Zhu Mei's residential building at night, call the security team to incite him!"

After going out, Zuo Liuyuan Ziyin didn't forget to warn her, and then she swayed and prepared to go back to catch up on her sleep.

In fact, she can let Leng Kong move out, and at most, she can give him more subsidies.

She could afford it even if it was ten times higher than the salary of a trainee fighter.

However, it was my sister Zhu Mei who invited me, and it was not easy for her to be a bad person.

And don’t underestimate the security force at the consortium’s home!

The most important thing is

Zuo Liuyuan Ziyin licked her lips,

The most important thing is that you have such a perfect muscle vase at home, and you feel good when you see it, right?

"Passed?"

Looking at the clean and tidy dining table, and then looking at the empty hall, Leng Kong breathed a sigh of relief.

"I can finally practice with peace of mind!"

Leng Kong felt that if his appearance and muscles were even slightly different, he would probably be kicked out directly.

"Keep doing it!"

Leng Kong strode towards the backyard: "Asshole Himuro Ryo, if I say I'll kill you, I'll kill you!"

Naked in shorts, eyes closed, and swollen muscles, he looked like an iron tower just sitting cross-legged on the ground.

As his mind was fighting fiercely in the pure white world, his body was also shaking violently, and beads of sweat were pouring out from the pores all over his body like rain.

He said he would beat Ryo Himuro to death, but in the end he was tortured to death again!

"Huhu."

My first reaction when I opened my eyes was to take a deep breath.

"Just meditating can cause such a big reaction?"

A voice full of doubts suddenly sounded on the field.

The speaker was none other than Soryuin Shione, who had just woken up.

Thinking of a perfect muscle vase at home, I was about to come over to enjoy the scenery, but happened to encounter Ryou Kong being forcefully blasted out of the pure white world by Himuro Ryo.

As the chairman of the consortium, Soryuin Shione is familiar with the training of combatants.

In addition, he fell in love with Hatsumi Izumi's pectoralis major at first sight in high school and had personal relationships with top fighters. He can be regarded as one of the bosses who understands fighters best among businessmen.

But she has never seen anyone have such a big reaction just by meditating.

"What?"

Leng Kong, who was still in a state of death confusion, heard the sound and instinctively looked towards the source of the sound.

"hiss"

But as soon as the two people's eyes met, the endless death desire left in Leng Kongsan's eyes made Soryuin Shiyin let out a frightened intake of breath.

What kind of eyes are these?

Empty, dead, without any life!

The moment the well-informed Soryuin Shiine looked at each other, he felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss of death.

"Say"

Severe cold and fear enveloped his whole body. Zuo Liuyuan Ziyin shuddered and subconsciously avoided looking at Leng Kong.

"call"

Then he put his palms into his arms, shivering, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath.

I hope that nicotine can help soothe my fearful mind.

She has never seen such a terrifying "death intention" in any fighter.

Maybe he has really found a treasure. This Leng Kong is not only talented in muscles, but also has the potential to become a top player in the field of combatants!

"Huhu."

As usual, Leng Kong completed his full set of soothing exercises and deepened his breathing. Only when his consciousness returned to clarity did he look at Soryuin Shione.

"What did you say?"

"Well?"

After all, Zuoyuan Ziyin is also the person in charge of the consortium, and this period of time is enough for her to suppress her fear.

At least he seemed calm on the surface. He shook off the ashes and said, "I wanted to ask you what kind of school you studied and why you had such a big reaction to meditation."

Leng Kong thought that he was hammered to death by Himuro Ryo again in the pure white world, and said angrily: "Death flow!"

"No wonder it's so!"

Zuoryuin Shiyin showed a relieved expression.

Although she had never heard of the Death Stream, she had personally experienced the extremely cold "death intention".

"Practice hard, I look forward to the moment when you officially step into the ring!"

After saying that, he walked out of the backyard with a somewhat faded figure.

No, it’s just nonsense. Do you believe it?

I didn’t want to be a muscle vase before, so why did I expect it again?

Leng Kong, who still didn't know what happened, looked confused.