Kobe, take the basketball fruit to the Pirates

Chapter 3 God Passed the Ball

And in Beko's memory, Kaqiwo has always been a powerful spear swordsman, although he is rarely used.

Of course, Beko is only looking at it from the perspective of an ordinary person.

With a firm expression on his face, Piko sincerely said to Kaqiwo: "Uncle Kaqiwo, I hope you can guide me in cultivation."

"Of course!"

Kaqiwo smiled, and his eyes were extremely firm, as if he had reached a certain agreement in his heart, "There is no one better than me."

He paused, and continued: "However, you have to hold on, my training is very strict."

Is it strict?
That's my favorite!
Pico showed an expectant, even greedy smile. Nothing is more exciting than a rigorous training.

This made Kaqiwo, who was looking at him, feel a strange feeling in his heart, "This kid must have been stimulated and started to pervert!" '

A week later, Bryan Pharmacy.

The sky has not yet lit up, only a slight night light, people can barely see the blurred pattern around them and the road under their feet.

In the backyard of the pharmacy, there were already constant crashing and whistling sounds.

I saw a black figure in the courtyard, constantly shuttling through the shelves that were originally used to dry herbs.

The shelves that were originally arranged neatly were also arranged into an octagonal circular corridor, and Peko ran clockwise in this corridor, and the dustpan that originally contained herbs on the medicine shelf was also replaced by one by one. A small sandbag suspended from a rope.

These small sandbags are hung in the upper, middle and lower rows on each shelf. As long as they are lightly touched, they will swing back and forth non-stop.

And that black figure was constantly running in this corridor, punching and kicking constantly, sometimes retracting his waist, jumping, and howling miserably.

This man was none other than Brian Peko.

This is already his No.30 lap, and his clothes have already been soaked with sweat. Even under the dim light, his skin has a dark red luster.

He came up with this set of training methods himself. He always thought that training in the dark would help strengthen his instinctive reactions.

Fighting is an instinct engraved in the genes of human beings, but it's just waiting to be discovered.

"bang"

After Pike dodged a sandbag at the lower part, without turning his head, he elbowed to the right.

The elbow passed like a knife, and sand and rocks burst out.

"Puchi, huh."

The outer skin of the sandbag was cut directly, and the fine sand flowed out slowly.

This was not the first time that this happened, but at this time, Pike had reached the edge of his physical strength. Although he accurately smashed through the sandbag, he was also entangled by the force of the sandbag, making his body unstable.

And the next moment.

Pico felt a gust of wind pouring into his right ear, but at this moment his old strength was gone and new strength was not born, he could neither fight back nor adjust his body in time to dodge.

'Not good' he thought to himself, if the sandbag hits the head, although it will kill him, injury is inevitable.

And hitting the head is much more serious than the body.

Don't underestimate these small sandbags. Although they are only the size of two fists, because of the large swing and the fact that they are filled with heavy sand, even if they are hit on the body, they will leave a bruise. , not to mention the head.

And once injured, rest is indispensable.It's fine in normal times, but now he is racing against time and dare not waste any time.

You must know the Naqiang Order, but it will be more than a month later, on October [-]th, the competition will start in the national capital Huoshaobao, competing for the position of the strongest.

Pi Ke blamed himself in his heart, I was too eager, but I forgot what my teacher in my previous life warned, 'The more anxious you are, the more stable you must be, and your mind should never be disturbed'.

Stress is a double-edged sword, if one is not mastered properly, it is likely to destroy oneself.And only by mastering this sword will there be a moment of lore.

A few days ago, Pike ran about 25 laps at most, but today he was dazzled by the approaching race time, and mentioned 31 laps at once, so it's no wonder that there were no problems.

'No, you must not be hit'

Pike knew very well that once he was hit, he would have to recuperate, and recuperation would make the already limited time even less.

By that time, even his iron-clad mentality might collapse.

And most importantly, this also means that the 'basketball' will leave him forever, which he absolutely cannot bear.

'No, absolutely not'

"Hoohoo."

The wind that the sandbag greeted had already reached his ears, as if it was the fist of fate, once it hit Pike's head, it would open another ordinary road for him.

"No!"

A bright light flashed in Pike's dark mind, and in the thin band of light was the scene where he used to practice catching the ball on the court.

He asked himself that no matter how fast the ball is, how fast the ball is, or how weird the ball is, he must not make a single mistake.

'This time, no exception'

The right hand was raised upwards at an extremely terrifying speed, and the evil wind swept across the palm lines.

No, it's not enough, I can't catch the ball.

Although he hadn't really touched this 'evil ball' that could kill him, his brain nerves could feel it keenly, and it was absolutely impossible to catch it with the strength of one hand.

next moment.

The left hand, which was still doing elbow strikes, quickly approached the right ear at a strange angle.The hands finally meet.

Pico's originally ferocious face revealed a wicked smile.

'Even if you are God's ball, there is no exception in my hands'

"bang"

The sandbag the size of a casserole collided with Pike's hands, causing Pike's already unstable body to fall directly.

But in the end, the sandbag was still firmly caught by his hands and did not fall on his face.

Before he could be happy while sitting on the ground, 'God' struck again, and he suffered a series of attacks on his back, shoulders, and chest in an instant.

As if God laughed at her again, "No matter how high you jump, you can't jump out of fate, and you can only catch a ball if you catch it accurately."

Although these sandbag attacks on the body hurt a little, they didn't scare him, nor did they stop him from training.

Of course, it will slow him down a bit.

Pike quickly stuck to the ground, and the sandbags immediately had nothing to do with him. This was designed earlier, as long as you lie on the ground, near the middle of the corridor, the sandbags will not be able to reach it no matter how violently it shakes.

"Pfft..hahaha"

He suddenly laughed. At this moment, he felt that he seemed to be fighting with God.

And God has nothing to do with him.I could only give him some warnings, 'Don't go too far, I want to save face', so I punched him 'lightly' a few times.

That's it, just laugh.He didn't bother to move, so he lay down on the ground and rested.

Closing his eyes and recalling everything just now, what surprised him the most was the sudden burst of nerves, physical responsiveness, and keen insight when he caught the 'bad ball'.

If this power can be maintained.He was sure that even with his current physical fitness, strength, and speed, he would definitely be able to get No.1 in the Naqiang Order, and get the Devil Fruit easily.

It's a pity that Pike can't feel the power just now.As if it had never appeared before, and disappeared without a trace.

From some knowledge in his previous life, he can probably guess what that power is, it is the inner potential of human beings, and it is the power that distinguishes human beings from gods.

And it just so happens that in this world, the power from humans to gods can be tapped out.Humans can become gods.

So Pico was not discouraged, he believed that in the near future, he would be able to firmly grasp this mysterious power.

At this moment, after resting for more than half an hour, Pike has basically recovered, and the sandbags dangling have also calmed down.

The east side of the sky turned up its white belly, and the warm light slowly drove away the darkness.

Piko stood up like a carp and turned over from the ground. Although it was only a week, he had made great progress in all aspects.

This is also something he didn't expect, he didn't expect this body to be much stronger than he imagined.

It didn't match the Pico in his memory at all, so he roughly understood that talent should never be engraved in the body, but should be in the soul.It seems to be a kind of learning ability, or a kind of character, which is very weird and indescribable.

So when Kobe came to this world, his soul, like a clear spring, was injected into this talented body.So much so that the body, which was originally much stronger than the previous life in all aspects, can quickly become stronger.

Although it was only a short week of training, it was several times stronger than before.

(End of this chapter)