Chapter 108 Come on, fight here (please vote!)
Lu Yuan didn’t wait long, Lin Zhiqin came back with a bag of things in his hand.
Behind him were three or four tall, strong young men.
They were probably called from the martial arts hall at this moment. Two of them were still yawning tiredly.
"Huh?"
Lu Yuan unexpectedly saw a familiar face.
It was the boy who was standing at the front desk chatting with the girl at the front desk when he entered.
This man's face was covered in acne, so he had an impression.
The acne-faced man obviously recognized him. Lu Yuan nodded to him as a signal, but the other party turned his face directly.
"Use this first."
Lin Zhiqin turned the bag in his hand on the ground and poured out several black sticks more than two feet long.
It's the kind used for security, with solid steel bars hidden inside and wrapped in a thick layer of rubber on the outside.
The specific lethality
is not known even though Lu Yuan has not experienced it.
But since it was brought by Lin Zhiqin, there should be no problem.
"Take one for each person."
Lin Zhiqin called to several young people, pointed at Lu Yuan and said to them: "I'll use this to hit him later.
But don't hit the vital parts."
"Coach Lin"
a young man with a short hair He shook the stick in his hand in astonishment and said, "Are you kidding me?"
Lin Zhiqin glanced at him coldly, "Hit you if you are told, what nonsense!"
Then he looked at Lu Yuan and said, "Are you ready? "
"Okay."
Lu Yuan moved his body a little, felt in good condition, and nodded.
"Are you sure you don't want to wear protective gear?"
"No need."
Lu Yuan glanced at several young people.
These people were not very strong, they were all amateurs. If they really missed or intentionally hit his vitals, he was confident that he could easily dodge them.
Anti-hit training belongs to anti-hit training.
He's not dead.
"Okay."
Lin Zhiqin glanced at the young men holding sticks and said, "Let's do it."
Although Lu Yuan himself and Lin Zhiqin had the permission, the young men still hesitated.
After all, this is to hit someone who has nothing to do with you for no reason. No matter what the reason is, normal people will have some mental disorders.
In the end, the acne-faced man was the first to stand up.
He walked up to Lu Yuan with the stick in hand, turned around and glanced at the surveillance camera on the top of the room, and said half-jokingly: "Brother, you asked us to fight this. Don't rely on us if something happens later. There are surveillance cameras filming. " Yes
."
Lu Yuan nodded, spread his feet slightly, and waved to the acne-faced man, indicating that he could start at any time.
"Okay."
The acne-faced man narrowed his eyes, suddenly raised his hand and hit Lu Yuan on the arm with a stick.
Lu Yuan snorted, waved his arms, and said calmly: "Continue."
The acne-faced man frowned, followed by another stick.
"Bang - bang -"
The sound of the rubber stick hitting the flesh kept ringing, and the remaining young people were stunned for a while.
Finding that Lin Zhiqin was unresponsive, he joined in one after another with sticks.
The thrashing sounds in the room soon became intense.
"Bang!"
Lu Yuan was hit on his waist and abdomen, feeling a little painful.
But after this week, I practiced the Linghe Body every day and felt the pain of my skin being torn apart.
This little pain was nothing to him.
The few people Lin Zhiqin called were not very strong, and each blow was only with a force of a hundred kilograms.
With his fifteen-point physique and his success in skin training, he didn't care at all.
While enduring the blow from the stick, Lu Yuan opened his career panel.
[Spiritual Crane Body lv1 (89/100)]
His Spiritual Crane Body has almost reached lv2, but the experience value has increased a little slowly in the past two days, so he was thinking about using some external pressure stimulation.
Lu Yuan stared at the experience bar of Linghe body on the panel.
Sudden.
The experience value jumped, from the original 89 to 90.
"Is it really useful?!"
Lu Yuan was so happy that he couldn't help but said in a low voice: "Guys, please be more serious." "
Huh - —"
A stick shadow roared towards me, and the sound of breaking through the air became obviously louder.
Lu Yuan used his trapezius muscles to block it gently, feeling that the force was still within the tolerable range.
When he looked up, he saw the acne-faced man again.
At this time, his lips were pursed and his face was expressionless, completely different from the polite look he had before.
The acne-faced man took the lead, and the strength and frequency of the strikes of the other three gradually increased.
Lu Yuan felt as if he was being "beaten", and he forcibly restrained his desire to take action, while watching with bright eyes the Linghe Body's experience on the panel rising bit by bit.
Pain and happiness.
That's probably what it feels like.
"Bang!"
The acne-faced man hit Lu Yuan in front of him with a stick.
Feeling the impact of the rubber stick after hitting the opponent's fleshy surface, his eyes unconsciously reflected a bit of pleasure.
So cool!
Damn, there are still people in this world who actively seek to be beaten. Isn’t this stupid!
That's not how martial arts is practiced, and Coach Lin's mind isn't very clear either.
But
what the heck!
Isn't it okay for someone to beg him to beat him?
Thinking about it, the acne-faced man hit him with the stick again.
This time he deliberately aimed at the opponent's shoulder. The rubber stick was wrapped with a solid steel rod. If the blow was strong, he would suffer some.
"Bang!"
He was about to hit, but the opponent suddenly leaned forward, and the stick only hit the muscles behind his shoulders.
It felt like hitting a thick piece of tire leather, which was far from the expected pleasure. The acne-faced man began to feel slightly unhappy.
"How dare you hide when I hit you?"
Unknowingly, anger arose in my heart.
"I told you to hide! I told you to hide again!"
Prolonged strenuous exercise causes the blood flow to accelerate and the blood to rise.
Perhaps even the acne-faced man himself didn't notice that he was getting more and more cruel in his heart and using harder and harder force on his hands.
There were even faint bloodshot eyes coming out.
This hostility triggered deeper resentment.
The previous humiliation at the front desk came flooding back.
"That face of yours, I can't even chew it with my eyes closed!"
"If you give me back your movie tickets, just give up." The
acne-faced man caught a glimpse of Lin Zhiqin's figure in the training room. Disappear.
Looking back, he saw Lu Yuan's face, which was slightly damp with sweat, had clear outlines, fair and handsome.
The cold and contemptuous face of the girl at the front desk flashed in my mind, and every pimple on my face seemed to be aching.
There was a sudden surge of evil thoughts in my heart.
The rubber stick in his hand also quietly changed its direction.
"How about it? He looks handsome, right?"
Handsome?
What a handsome mother!
Bitch!
I can hit ten of these pretty boys with one hand! !
Thinking of this, the acne-faced man's eyes were full of anger, and he hit the head with a stick, which was far away in front of him.
"Bang!"
[Your skill Spirit Crane Body has been improved, experience value +1]
Along with a new prompt, Lu Yuan watched as the lv1 mark behind Linghe silently changed to lv2.
All of a sudden.
Lu Yuan felt that the skin all over his body suddenly tightened.
The pain of the blow on the body disappeared instantly.
"Bang-bang-bang-"
The heartbeat slowed down, the voice became deeper, and it seemed that one could feel thicker streams of blood pumping out of it than before.
Have you finished training? !
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Two sticks hit him on the chest and back.
Lu Yuan lowered his head and could only feel a vague pain, as if he had been accidentally hit by something insignificant.
"The pain has reduced a lot, and the skin seems to have undergone some new changes."
"How much the defense has increased, we have to study it carefully to know."
Lu Yuan thought, and was about to ask a few sparring partners to stop.
But at this moment, a stick shadow suddenly roared towards his face,
"Boom!"
A strange voice sounded.
The dense and dull beating sounds in the room suddenly subsided.
All the young sparring men stopped moving their hands and stared blankly at the scene in front of them.
The handsome young man who asked them to cooperate with the anti-beating training was standing there with a calm face.
A rubber stick was quietly fixed on his forehead.
The one holding the end of the stick was a pimple-faced man with a cruel look on his face.
"Liu Liu Xiangyu, you..."
A dull voice brought the acne-faced man back to reality from his immersion.
He woke up from a dream and suddenly became panicked.
"I didn't pay attention. I missed it!"
The acne-faced man suddenly took two steps back, not daring to look into the eyes of others, his eyes flickering non-stop.
"He himself told us to hit hard. It's so powerful that it's hard to control. It's normal for us to miss occasionally." "
Fuck!"
a boy next to him yelled, "I don't mean to ask you to hit hard! Coach Lin just said Didn't you hear what I said
, buddy, are you okay? We'll take you to the hospital!"
As he said that, he hurriedly went to check the wound on the forehead of the young man in front of him.
Unexpectedly, the young man shook his head, indicating that he was fine.
"He's right. You really acted a little lightly."
"Uh."
Several people were stunned, but the acne-faced man suddenly became energetic as if he heard something.
"Yeah, he said it himself, we were too gentle.
I'm just listening to his words, it doesn't concern me."
The acne-faced man hadn't finished speaking yet.
He saw the young man in front of him suddenly glance in the direction of the training room door.
Then take a deep breath.
The next moment.
"Crack, click, click -"
Accompanied by the crisp sound of bones, the muscles on the boy's body surged like waves, thick veins sprouted out, and the fair skin was slightly red and black. In between breaths, the
boy The whole person expanded in a circle and transformed into an exaggeratedly strong and majestic figure.
"Huh-"
The young man's arm, as thick as a python, suddenly reached out and reached the side of the acne-faced man's face.
Big palm-like hands grasped the back of his neck and head, and pulled him towards him.
"Come."
The young man, whose face was slightly distorted and turned from handsome to ferocious, pointed at his forehead.
Condescendingly, looking face to face into the eyes of the acne-faced man.
Word by word, he said calmly: "Use all your strength to suck the milk.
Then hit here."
In an instant.
Several young people in the huge training room were as quiet as if they were dead.
After a few seconds.
"Crack-"
was the sound of a rubber stick falling to the ground.
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