Chapter 32 A Punch of Horror
The sun was blazing in the afternoon of July, and the billowing heat poured in from the window, making the whole room as hot as a steamer.
"Huh..."
Lu Yuan took 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 tissue paper on the desk and wiped his face randomly, 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, it is blessed by the [Absolute Focus] state. For every ten minutes of dedicated martial arts practice, you can gain 2 experience points.
Elementary exercise is much worse.
Ten sets of strength training actually added a total of five experience points to him.
"After the primary level of exercise reaches lv4, without the assistance of professional equipment, it becomes very difficult to obtain experience points."
Lu Yuan glanced at the two black dumbbells placed at his feet. Fortunately, he bought two of them some time ago. It’s a ten-kilogram fitness dumbbell. I didn’t expect it to be useless so quickly.
"The ratio of the experience value produced to the time and energy invested is too low. In the future, it is better to practice skills at home."
Taking advantage of the opportunity to recover his physical strength, Lu Yuan thought for a while and simply entered the conscious space to "play" a few tricks.
"[Imagine Enemy], activate!"
In the alley with heavy rain, two figures were fighting together.
The whip legs tear apart the rain curtain, breaking up the water droplets and splashing.
"Bang -"
Collision, heavy blow, separation, 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!"
"Bang!"
"Wha—"
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 thought back to how many kicks he received in a battle, and secretly made up his mind.
He stood up and took a drink of water, preparing to fight again.
And just when he was about to close his eyes, an idea suddenly came to Lu Yuan's mind -
since he is an imaginary enemy, can I try to imagine someone else?
For example, Lin Zhiqin? !
The empty corridor, Lu Yuan stood alone.
In front of me is the ajar door.
"It's really possible."
This scene was still fresh in Lu Yuan's memory. It was the entrance to Lin Zhiqin's office on the second floor of the martial arts gym he had just visited a few hours ago.
"Creak-"
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 looked at each other like this for a few seconds.
"Huh..."
Suddenly, Lu Yuan took a deep breath, and then smiled at Lin Zhiqin in front of him.
"Coach Lin, smoking is harmful to your health!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Yuan rushed forward and kicked off with a sudden kick.
"Bang——"
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.
"It's so cool!"
Lu Yuan's face was full of excitement.
He had wanted to do this when he was in the office, and now he finally took 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. It's really
refreshing!
It's a pity that Lu Yuan didn't enjoy it for even a second.
With their eyes locked, Lin Zhiqin sitting on the sofa suddenly disappeared.
Lu Yuan missed a kick 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 shrank, and he watched helplessly as a fist quickly enlarged in front of his eyes.
Until his entire field of vision was filled with
"Whoosh..."
Lu Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, panting violently, his face turned slightly pale, and his eyes were filled with deep 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, 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 participate in a boxing match privately. He behaved more like
a middle-aged frustrated loser and 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 showed perfect 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 were in the real world, would he be hit in the head directly by this punch?
"Is the strength gap between the amateur level and the professional level just that big?
Or is Lin Zhiqin already very 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".
But this time, he didn't kick the table as soon as he entered the door like before.
Instead, he politely called "coach" and then invited Lin Zhiqin to compete.
This time things turned out to be very different.
Lu Yuan and Lin Zhiqin took five or six moves before they were "beaten" out of their 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' to the battle in different ways so different?" In
one afternoon, Lu Yuan They are all testing this over and over again.
He regarded Lin Zhiqin as an "imaginary enemy" five times in total.
Twice he kicked the table when he entered the door, once he gave Lin Zhiqin the middle finger and verbally mocked him, and twice he said politely - "Coach, I want to learn actual combat." As a result, Lu
Yuan was hit in the head with 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 towards it will trigger different fighting styles."
Lu Yuan rubbed his temples with both hands, trying to relieve the tingling sensation in his brain caused by activating the "imaginary enemy" multiple times in a short period of time. .
"That terrifying punch that was irresistible and hit my head directly should be Lin Zhiqin's killer move. It
will be triggered when he is completely angered, and he will kill me as soon as he comes face to face."
Lu Yuan now understands.
What does the phrase "deducing the direction of the battle" in the skill introduction of [Imagine Enemy] mean?
Different ways of starting will naturally lead to different results.
Although the opponent of the imaginary enemy is fictitious, he will be stimulated by his insulting behavior and words, thus bursting out with fighting power far beyond normal.
Ah Dan never asks for help, but at the beginning of this month, I would like to ask everyone for a monthly pass. Thank you, brothers
(end of chapter)