Final priesthood.

Chapter 32 The Terrorist Punch

The sun was blazing in the July afternoon, and the billowing heat poured in from the window. The whole room was as hot as a steamer.

"call--"

Lu Yuan let out a long breath and got up from the mat.

Having just finished ten sets of strength training, his whole body was soaked with sweat, and there were large clear water stains on the mat beneath him.

Lu Yuan took out the facial tissue on the desk and wiped his face indiscriminately, then clicked on the career panel.

[Occupation: Fighter lv4 (30/800)]

[Basic professional skills: Elementary forging lv4 (41/800).]

The professional experience value has increased by more than ten points. As before, with the blessing of the [absolute concentration] state, every 10 minutes of focusing on martial arts practice can earn 2 points of experience value.

Elementary exercise is much worse.

Ten sets of strength training actually added five points of experience to him in total.

"After the primary forging body is upgraded to lv4, without the assistance of professional equipment, the difficulty of gaining experience points becomes very high."

Lu Yuan glanced at the two black dumbbells placed at his feet. Fortunately, he bought two ten-kilogram fitness dumbbells some time ago. He didn't expect them to be useless so soon.

"The ratio of the experience value produced to the time and energy invested is too low. In the future, I might as well practice my skills at home."

Taking advantage of the vacancy of physical recovery, Lu Yuan thought for a while, and simply entered the consciousness space to "play" a few times.

"[Imagine Enemy], activate!"

In the rainy alley, two figures wrestled together.

Tearing off the whip legs of the rain curtain, smashing the water droplets and splashing.

"boom--"

Collide, thump, separate, retreat.

Lu Yuan stood in the rain alley, breathing heavily and staring closely at the opponent in front of him.

The beams of the car lights reflected in his eyes like two burning orange flames.

"Come again!"

"boom!"

"Shh-"

Lu Yuan slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of unfinished expression on his face.

Although the process of winning this battle of consciousness is still quite difficult.

But he consciously focused on using his kicks to fight with the opponent. After a battle, he consciously learned more about the middle-aged man's signature sharp kicks, and his understanding became deeper.

"Sooner or later, I will kick you to death with my kicks!"

Lu Yuan recalled how many kicks he received in a battle, and secretly made up his mind.

He got up and took a sip of water, and was about to fight again.

And just when he was about to close his eyes, an idea suddenly came to Lu Yuan's mind -

Since it is an imaginary enemy, can I try to imagine someone else?
For example, Lin Zhiqin? !

In the empty corridor, Lu Yuan stood alone.

In front of you is an open door.

"Really."

This scene was still fresh in Lu Yuan's memory. It was the door to Lin Zhiqin's office on the second floor of the martial arts gym he had just visited a few hours ago.

"crunch-"

Lu Yuan gently pushed open the door in front of him.

He saw Lin Zhiqin sitting on the sofa in front of the coffee table, looking at him quietly, with a cigarette in his hand that was about to burn out.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds.

"call--"

Suddenly, Lu Yuan took a deep breath, and then smiled at Lin Zhiqin in front of him.

"Coach Lin, smoking is bad for your health!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Yuan rushed forward and suddenly flew up with his kick.

"Bam—"

Kicked over the glass coffee table in front of Lin Zhiqin.

Broken glass flew everywhere.

Lu Yuan took advantage of the situation and counterattacked with another kick.

The whip leg, already carrying some sharp leg wind, cut through the air and headed straight towards Lin Zhiqin's left temple.

"Cool!"

Lu Yuan's face was full of excitement.

He wanted to do this when he was in the office, and now he finally put it into action.

The feeling of breaking all taboos and unscrupulously venting the evil thoughts and resentments in your heart into the desire for destruction and fighting.
Really cool!
It's a pity that Lu Yuan hasn't had a good time yet.

With their eyes locked, Lin Zhiqin sitting on the sofa suddenly disappeared.

Lu Yuan lost his foot and was looking for Lin Zhiqin everywhere.

Lin Zhiqin disappeared but appeared in front of him like a ghost.

Before Lu Yuan could make a move, he saw Lin Zhiqin, who was expressionless and holding a cigarette in one hand, slightly raising his hand.

Lu Yuan's pupils contracted, and he watched as a fist rapidly enlarged in front of his eyes.

Until it fills his entire field of vision
"Whoosh-"

Lu Yuan opened his eyes suddenly, panting violently, his face turned slightly pale, and his eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

"Lin Zhiqin's strength is so strong?!"

Although in the first martial arts class, Lin Zhiqin showed off his skills and fired an aerial attack that sounded as loud as a firecracker.

But all along, his perfunctory, sloppy, and irresponsible attitude in class has left a very bad impression on Lu Yuan.

A meeting at noon revealed his habit of smoking, the change in attitude before and after discovering Lu Yuan's talent, and the temptation in the restaurant to take him to a boxing match in private.
Act more like a middle-aged frustrated loser, gambler!
So even though he knew that Lin Zhiqin was a professional martial artist, Lu Yuan didn't think how strong he could be.

As a result, Lin Zhiqin, who had perfectly exploded his strength in the battle of consciousness, killed him instantly with just one move.

The sense of terror and oppression it displayed simply made Lu Yuan feel horrified.

Lu Yuan subconsciously touched his forehead.

Just now in the conscious space, Lin Zhiqin's punch was imprinted on his forehead.

If it was in the real world, would he be headshot by this punch?
"It's just that the power gap between amateur and professional is that big.
Or is Lin Zhiqin already strong? ! "

Lu Yuan was still frightened and could not calm down for a long time.

Then he tried again, using Lin Zhiqin as the "imaginary enemy".

It's just that this time it's not the same as before, kicking the table directly when entering the door.

Instead, he politely called "coach" and then invited Lin Zhiqin to compete.

This time things turned out to be very different.

It took Lu Yuan and Lin Zhiqin five or six moves before they were "beaten" out of consciousness.

"It doesn't seem so scary this time"

Lu Yuan suppressed the strong feeling of fatigue and thought, "Is the strength of Lin Zhiqin, who was 'invited' into the battle by me in different ways, so different?"

Lu Yuan spent the entire afternoon testing this over and over again.

He used Lin Zhiqin as the "imaginary enemy" five times in total.

He kicked the table twice when he entered the door, once he pointed his middle finger at Lin Zhiqin and taunted him with words, and twice he politely said-"Coach, I want to learn actual combat."

As a result, Lu Yuan was hit in the head by a terrifying punch three times.

I played several rounds with Lin Zhiqin back and forth twice, and I experienced the huge gap between the two in more detail and comprehensively.

"Although it is an imaginary enemy, different attitudes will trigger different combat forms."

Lu Yuan rubbed his temples with both hands, trying to relieve the tingling pain in the brain caused by repeatedly stimulating the "imaginary enemy" in a short period of time.

"That terrifying punch that he couldn't resist and was directly shot in the head should be Lin Zhiqin's ultimate move against the enemy.

It will trigger when he is completely angered, and he will kill me as soon as I meet him. "

Lu Yuan understood now.

What does the phrase "deducing the direction of the battle" in the skill introduction of [Imagine Enemy] mean?

Different ways of opening will naturally lead to different results.

Although the opponent of the imaginary enemy is fictitious, he will also be stimulated by his insulting behavior and words, thus breaking out far beyond the normal combat power.

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