Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 405 A Helping Hand

On the fifth football field of the Global Elite Sports Center, three figures running at a uniform speed kept circling around the energy-absorbing barrier.

Currently, Wu Cang is leading the race, and the girl in black is in second place. She followed behind unhurriedly throughout the night. The breathing of the three of them is still very stable, and none of them used the remaining [-]% of their internal energy.

Although No.3 has the slowest speed, he has never opened a gap of more than 1 meters with No.10, and he has always carried the two-handed epee. Obviously, besides basic physical fitness, Lianye also has other cards.

Both he and Wu Cang were paying close attention to each other's state with their keen five senses, and their running speed changed with each other's changes. It was obviously a long-distance running race with simple rules, but they ran out of intrigue.

The running style of the girl in black is completely opposite to theirs. She focuses all her attention on the running itself, and almost treats the two opponents as moving obstacles, and she only wants to run at her best level.

As for whether her best level can lead No.2 by more than [-] laps, it is completely out of her consideration.

A vague scarlet light overflowed from the corners of her eyes, forming two straight red lines while running. As the brightness of the red lines gradually increased, her speed increased accordingly.

Wu Cang, who was leading the race, heard her accelerated pace, and when the girl in black was about to overtake him, he urged his leg muscles, which had reached the limit of their endurance, to shoot forward with two heavy steps in succession, saving himself with a slight advantage of 7 meters leading position.

"Look, how good it is to take a test like this, let them develop their strengths in the field they are good at, clean and decent, and show their strengths and weaknesses.

Must use unreasonable means to let them fall into a strange and bad situation? "

Sun Xunqiao's voice came to Liang De's soul beside the football field.

Because Mr. Liang had no food to eat, he simply left the grocery store and stood on the sidelines in a twisted posture with a strong sense of presence.

His eyes were wide open, shooting two searchlight beams of gaze, closely following the three competing with each other, adding unnecessary pressure to them with the hunger hidden in his gaze.

Hearing Sun Xunqiao's voice transmission questioning, Liang De also sent a Yuanshen message.

"What a strange and terrible situation, isn't it just to clean the closed public toilets and clean up the chocolate? Brother, you are writing a high school composition."

"I'm fucking cooking."

"I don't have anything to eat anyway."

"I think the old man's method is too outdated. Asking you to pretend to be a villain to put pressure on you and observe their true performance in adversity. How is this different from the way of thinking of those feudal and immortal civilizations?"

"Ask people to clean the toilet if they ask their thoughts? Then their thinking is quite avant-garde.

As a seeker of Tao, you should make a good reform in labor. I support cleaning toilets. "

"There is no such way of asking! Junior brother, I think these work-students are not bad in nature, do they need to be reformed by labor?"

Liang De smiled and replied: "Brother, although we didn't know each other before, I think your nature was not bad when you were young. Why did you become like this?"

"What's wrong with me now! What do you mean?"

"People will be changed by the environment, more specifically, the ass determines the head, and people will be changed by their position.

The biggest asses in the hearts of these four work-students are warriors.

Brother, let me ask you, what is a warrior?Is it a person with martial arts or a person with martial virtue?Which one is essential to be a warrior? "

Liang De threw the question to Sun Xunqiao, who was silent for more than ten milliseconds, and said:

"It's martial arts."

"That's right, so the original martial arts was actually built around martial arts.

How to view martial arts, how to practice martial arts, and how to use martial arts, the answers to these three questions determine the most basic martial arts of a warrior.

I let them clean the toilet just to see how they view and use martial arts. "

Liang Dedao: "You think cleaning the toilet will hurt their self-esteem, isn't it strange?

The janitor in charge of cleaning public toilets is also a martial artist. Why can he do it, but these four work-study students can't do it, because they practice superior martial arts that are more powerful in fighting and health preservation?
Do you want to use the strength of martial arts to classify warriors as high or low? Will you use the difference in occupations to classify people as high or low?Which is better, a chef or a lawyer? "

Sun Xunqiao was speechless, but Liang De hadn't finished speaking.

"Martial arts, Taoism, supernatural powers, alchemy...these skills are just tools. We create and master these tools to sublimate us as users, not to sanctify these tools and divide users by tools. high and low.

Brother, suppose someone has created a powerful electric baton, but this electric baton can only be used to beat people and kill people, and it is useless other than that.

And you have a stick that you made yourself. Although it is just an ordinary stick, you can use it to defend yourself, carry it, walk on it, and scare people with it.

Trekking poles, rolling pins, dog-beating sticks, laundry poles... as long as you can think of it, it can do it all.

It can be changed as I like, and it can be used by me. It can be said to be a 'my stick'.

Just like your five-grain iron sand palm, you can use it to fight against enemies, cook with it, pick up girls with it, and explode septic tanks with it, with infinite uses.

But some people think that martial arts is just an electric baton, which can only be used to kill people and pick up girls.

Brother, if you had to choose, do you want the electric baton or my baton? "

"I want my stick.

Junior brother, what you said is very reasonable, but I want to correct you, I have never used martial arts to pick up a girl, Qiuqiu and I are because of cooking skills and..."

"Stop, brother, I'm not interested in your personal love life at all, please write it in your personal news that no one will read."

"Don't you watch my personal news?"

"I blocked you a long time ago."

"you……"

"Ade."

Chang Duanxuan's voice suddenly intervened, separating Liang De and Sun Xunqiao's quarrel.

"Then if he holds an electric baton that is invincible in the world, why does this warrior have to do so many things? It's fine if he uses the electric baton to force others to do it."

Liang De replied: "If everyone has books to read and everyone has skills to practice, there won't be a single man holding an electric baton to whip the world.

Our Dongguo ancient boxing method is for everyone, not just one person.

Holding an electric baton is nothing but a reckless man. Only by putting down the electric baton can one become a master. "

"well said."

Chang Duanxuan in the grocery store nodded in relief, and said via voice transmission:
"Ade, your understanding of martial arts has already entered the classroom, you don't have to wait until the end of this project, you can record paid courses with me tomorrow."

"Thank you master."

"As a teacher, I will help you again."

Help me?
This sentence made Liang De a little puzzled, but Chang Duanxuan's help came very quickly.

An invisible force suddenly emerged, and this invisible force moved the earth's crust deep in the soil layer, forging an earthquake with just the right intensity on the spot.

The seismic waves spreading from the source to the surrounding area had a clear target, completely disregarding the fact that there were still people squatting happily in the pit, and went straight to the public toilet.

The septic tank was blown up!

(End of this chapter)