From Fist Wisdom Blade To Muscle Daming King

"Huh? Are you still angry?"

"Let the medical staff come in quickly!"

The referee put his finger across Wu Lian's nose. When he found that Wu Lian, whose body was about to turn into mud, was still breathing weakly, he immediately yelled.

There are usually medical staff stationed at boxing matches. Upon hearing the referee's call, the medical staff immediately rushed forward carrying a stretcher.

"not dead?"

Hearing the news, Leng Kong looked back in shock.

The vitality of the Wu clan is indeed abnormal, and they are too resistant.

He was still able to survive being smashed like that by himself. The toughness and strength of his cell tissue were definitely several times higher than that of ordinary people, and his body's bones were definitely harder than steel!

"But it's still a bit weak, my skills are a bit poor, and I didn't have much fun!"

Leng Kong felt a little puzzled. Could it be that the Wu clan spent all their energy on polishing their bodies, so they ignored martial arts?

"weak?"

"Haha. Don't underestimate the Wu clan. I heard that their younger generation has a genius with a 100% liberation rate, and he is a madman. You'd better pray that the Wu clan won't send him out next time."

Ziyin chuckled.

"next time?"

Leng Kong noticed the keyword.

"Well, the Wu clan has a rule. As long as the money is collected, the task will be completed. If it fails, they will continue to send people to follow up until it is completed."

"For thousands of years, they have been the most disciplined assassination family."

"Of course the loss is too great. No one knows whether they will secretly resolve the employer's interruption of the mission."

"History does show up a few."

“The target was too strong, and even the Wu clan suffered heavy casualties and could not complete the mission.

"The final result is that the employer disappears, and the Wu family continues to this day."

"But these are just speculations and there is no proof."

"So, there is no doubt that the Wu clan will definitely send stronger people to fight you."

"Stronger?"

The fighting spirit in the cold sky was like burning fireworks, and the red eyes that slowly faded turned blood red again.

"Haha. This is interesting!"

"I'll wait for them!"

"Don't get crazy after winning a few games. If you play with this mentality, I'm afraid you will die in an ugly way."

Ziyin thought that Leng Kong would lose her temper after winning a few games, so she warned him.

"I know, no!"

Leng Kong felt that Ziyin didn't have to worry about this at all. As long as he stood in the ring, he would fight with the mentality that either the enemy would die or we would die. This was what Ryo Himuro had learned through experience.

It has nothing to do with being crazy or not.

"Fortunately, the Wu clan's mission is to defeat you in the ring, and they cannot use weapons or firearms. Otherwise, if it were assassination, you would have died a long time ago."

Ziyin was worried and added another sentence. As the leader of the Wu clan in the assassination world, she never doubted the opponent's strength.

"Okay, sister, stop talking and send Jun Leng to the hospital immediately!"

Seeing that Zhu Mei was still talking nonsense to Leng Kong, and Leng Kong himself didn't take the injury seriously, Zhu Mei, who was standing nearby, was about to cry again.

"I know, I'll make your heart hurt."

Ziyin smiled upon seeing this.

After beckoning back Koizumi-chan who was still negotiating with the short, fat and wretched man, the group of people walked out of the underground parking lot amidst the roar of the crowd.

Enter the hospital and come out wrapped in rice dumplings.

In fact, Leng Kong's injury was not serious. Just apply some medicine and suture and bandage the serious parts.

But they couldn't resist the enthusiasm of the Ziyin sisters, saying that it was so good and quick, and they could avoid infection.

Zhu Mei was worried that she was telling the truth. After all, her expression could not be fake.

But Ziyin and Lengkong suspected that she was afraid that she would leave scars and affect her appearance.

In the end, apart from his thighs, Leng Kong's upper body and head were wrapped in bandages, leaving only his eyes.

After returning home, Zhu Mei was worried that Leng Kong's newly sutured lips would break apart after eating, so she ordered the kitchen to stir various meats, vegetables, fruits, and milk into a mixed juice, then inserted a straw into it, and personally brought the full bucket in front of Leng Kong. .

As a serious muscle control person, she has been studying this muscle-building mixture for a long time, just hoping to become a high-level muscle person one day and enjoy it for herself.

Watching the girl move her mouth, the meal turned into an unappetizing mush before her eyes. Leng Kong suddenly felt as if she had returned to the period of muscle gain.

"belch"

The unbearable taste memories came flooding back again. Before eating, Leng Kong burped.

He wanted to say not to eat, but he was too embarrassed to refuse when the girl looked at him with her big black eyes, and he really needed to replenish his energy after a fierce battle.

Done!

Think of it as remembering the bitter and remembering the sweet.

Holding the finger-thick straw in his mouth, he sucked hard, and the indescribable mixed juice quickly entered his mouth.

"Ah, this smell...I...I'm going"

I haven't drank it for a while, and it feels harder to swallow it, but the task of replenishing energy for the body is finally completed.

"I'm done eating, I'm going back to the house first."

Without wiping his mouth, he stood up after drinking the cold air. He couldn't wait to absorb the physical characteristics of the Wu clan.

"Ah, Lord Leng, go back and have a good rest."

"I'll prepare a big meal for you tomorrow."

Zhu Mei has crooked eyes and a sweet smile.

But Leng Kong looked at him like a little devil.

He really didn't want to drink this kind of feast anymore.

Drinking the same thing is countless times more delicious than this mixture. Anyway, I have strong digestion ability and can drink it.

"No, don't you have to go to the academy tomorrow?"

"Don't worry about me, I want to sleep in tomorrow."

"Yes, you need to take a good rest if you are injured."

Zhu Mei looked at the housekeeper: "Mr. Sang, you have to help me take good care of Lord Leng."

"Yes, Miss Second!"

"According to your specifications, I will ask the kitchen to prepare 10 portions tomorrow."

The housekeeper smiled peacefully, and the peaceful Leng Kong wanted to punch him in the face. It would be best if he was wrapped into a rice dumpling like himself.

"Whatever."

Thinking that the physical characteristics of the Wu clan were still waiting for him to be favored, Leng Kong didn't bother to worry about the food issue and walked out of the restaurant in just a few steps.

Go back to your room, lock the door, lie down on the bed and concentrate your mind.

The next moment, the spiritual body appeared in pure white space.

"Let me take a look at the 1,300 years of genetic improvement results of the Wu clan."

Looking at the ball of light floating in the center of the square, Leng Kong couldn't wait to touch it.

The ball of light expanded, revealing two options.

1: Experience body

2: Physical characteristics

No need to think about it?

Leng Kong poked his finger at option 2 without any hesitation.

After the selection was completed, the light group quickly merged into the palm of the hand like water droplets, and the consciousness instantly returned to the physical body from the pure white space.

"ah"

Before his eyes opened, Leng Kong felt as if his body was being roasted on a fire, and he immediately let out a shrill scream.

After the consciousness is fully awake, the feelings become clearer,

The body was so hot that it felt as if it had been stuffed into a furnace. No, it was not stuffed into a furnace, but the fiery furnace exploded directly inside the body, and every cell in the body was burning violently.

The skin under the straps turned red and bled under the high temperature, making it look like a cooked lobster.

The endless inhuman pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, reached directly into the soul, made Leng Kong, who had long been accustomed to any injury, have his uncomfortable facial features squeezed into a ball, and his face was so distorted that it looked inhuman.

"Hehe."

His throat also let out an uncontrollable cry of pain.

If he hadn't lived in a single villa and had good sound insulation, this would have alarmed the rest of the manor.