Fist of Imagination

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

At present, Wu Cang was leading the race, the girl in black was in second place, and Lian Ye followed behind at a leisurely pace. The three people's breath was still very stable, and none of them used the remaining 10% of their internal energy.

Although the third place was the slowest, he never opened a gap of more than 10 meters with the first place, and he always carried the two-handed heavy sword on his back. Obviously, in addition to basic physical fitness, Lian Ye had another trump card.

He and Wu Cang were using their keen five senses to closely monitor each other's status, and the speed of running changed with the changes of the other party. It was obviously a long-distance race with simple rules, but they ran out of intrigue.

The running style of the girl in black was completely opposite to theirs. She focused all her attention on running itself, almost just treating the two opponents as moving obstacles, and only wanted to run her best level.

As for whether her best level could lead the second place by more than 20 laps, it was completely out of her consideration.

A faint scarlet light flowed out from the corners of her eyes, forming two straight red lines as she ran. As the red lines gradually became brighter, her speed increased accordingly.

Wu Cang, who was leading the race, heard her quickening pace. When the girl in black was about to overtake him, he once again urged his leg muscles, which were close to the limit of endurance, to stomp forward twice in succession, and retained his leading position with a slight advantage of 7 meters.

"Look, how good it is to test them like this, so that they can play their strengths in their areas of expertise, clean and decent, with both advantages and disadvantages shown.

Do we have to use unreasonable means to make them fall into a strange and bad situation?"

Sun Xunqiao's voice was transmitted to Liang De's soul on the sidelines of the football field.

Mr. Liang simply left the grocery store because he had no food to eat, and stood on the sidelines with a twisted posture that made him feel very present.

He opened his eyes wide and shot out two searchlight-like beams of light, closely chasing the three people competing with each other, and adding some unnecessary pressure to them with the hunger hidden in his eyes.

After hearing Sun Xunqiao's voice transmission and questioning, Liang De also sent a message from his soul.

"What a strange and terrible situation, isn't it just cleaning a public toilet that is shut down and cleaning up chocolates? Senior brother, you are writing a high school essay."

"I'm fucking cooking."

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

"I think the old man's tricks are too outdated. Let you play the villain to put pressure on them and observe their true performance in adversity. What's the difference between this and the self-examination road in those feudal immortal civilizations?"

"The self-examination road will make people sweep toilets? Then their ideas are quite avant-garde.

Those who seek the truth should be reformed through labor. I support sweeping toilets."

"There is no such self-examination road! Junior brother, I think these part-time students are not bad by nature. Do they need to be reformed by labor?"

Liang De smiled and replied: "Senior brother, although we didn't know each other before, I think your nature must be good when you were a child. Why did you become like this now?"

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

"People will be changed by the environment. To be more specific, the butt determines the head. People will be changed by their position.

These four part-time students The biggest ass in my heart is a warrior.

Senior brother, let me ask you, what is a warrior? Is it someone with martial arts, or someone with martial virtue? Which one is indispensable for a warrior? "

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

"It is martial arts."

"That's right, so the original martial virtue 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 virtue of a warrior.

I asked them to sweep the toilet, just to see See how they view and use martial arts. "

Liang De said: "You think cleaning toilets will hurt their self-esteem. Isn't this a strange idea?

The school worker who is responsible for cleaning public toilets is also a martial artist. Why can he do it, but these four part-time students can't do it, just because they practice superior martial arts that are more powerful for fighting and health preservation?

Do you want to use the strength of martial arts to rank martial artists? Would you rank people by their different occupations? Who is more noble and humble, a chef or a lawyer? "

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

"Martial arts, Taoism, magical powers, and alchemy... these skills are just tools. We make and master these tools to elevate ourselves as users, not to sanctify these tools and use them to distinguish the nobility of users.

Brother, suppose someone made an extremely powerful electric baton, but this electric baton can only be used to beat and kill people, and is useless for nothing else.

And you have a stick you made yourself, although it is just an ordinary wooden stick, but you can use it for self-defense, to carry a load, to walk with it, to carry It scares people.

Trekking pole, rolling pin, dog-beating stick, clothes-drying pole... whatever you can think of, it can do it.

It can be changed as I like, and I can use it as I like. It can be said to be "my stick".

Just like your Five Grains Iron Sand Palm, you can use it to fight enemies, cook with it, pick up girls with it, and even use it to blow up septic tanks. It has endless 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.

Senior brother, if you were asked to choose, would you like an electric baton or my stick? "

"I want my stick.

Junior brother, what you said makes sense, but I want to correct you. I have never used martial arts to pick up girls. Qiuqiu and I met because of cooking and..."

"Stop, senior brother, I have no interest in your personal love life. Please write it in your personal updates that no one will read."

"Don't you read my personal updates?"

"I blocked you a long time ago."

"You..."

"Ade."

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

"Then if he holds an invincible electric baton, why does this warrior have to do so many things? He can just use the electric baton to force others to do it."

Liang De replied: "If everyone has books to read and everyone has martial arts to practice, there will be no dictator holding an electric baton to whip the world.

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

Holding an electric baton is just a reckless man. Only by putting down the electric baton can he be promoted to a master."

"Well said. "

Chang Duanxuan in the grocery store nodded with satisfaction and said:

"Ade, your understanding of martial virtue has already reached the level of mastery. You don't have to wait until the end of this project. You can record a paid course with me tomorrow."

"Thank you, Master."

"I will give you a helping hand again."

Give me a helping hand?

This sentence made Liang De a little confused, but Chang Duanxuan's help came very quickly.

An invisible force suddenly emerged. This invisible force moved the earth's crust deep in the soil layer and faked an earthquake of just the right intensity on the spot.

The seismic waves spreading from the epicenter to the surroundings had a clear target, completely ignoring the fact that there were still people squatting happily, and went straight to the public toilet.

The septic tank was blown up!