The Days of Being King Elden in American Comics

Boxing strength is not only related to the fist, but also related to the force-generating structures such as the forearm, upper arm and shoulder.

In the Eastern world of previous lives, there was a martial arts theory of "strength starts from the feet".

In the world of Elden, Klein learned knight combat skills, and while exercising and polishing his body, he learned theories such as "drawing on the power of the earth".

In fact, it also overlaps with the Eastern theory, which emphasizes borrowing strength from the feet.

With a random punch, 5 tons of power exploded.

Klein's current strength is very good. One punch is equivalent to a high-speed motorcycle hitting a person. Ordinary people may not be able to withstand the punch.

But that's not enough!Far from enough!

This is a world of American comics with unlimited risks and opportunities. As Batman's cousin, Spider-Man, and Supergirl's friend, my future days will only become more and more "exciting."

[Everything has its "weight". On the table of fate, the deeper the life, the more it will be 'favored' by fate. 】

In the Junction, a bard told Klein this.

Klein's understanding is: "The protagonist has the aura of the protagonist, and the supporting role also has the aura of the supporting role. Once a fateful script comes to you, you can't hide."

Thoughts return to reality.

Klein held his breath and concentrated before kicking out with a hint of deliberateness and a hint of ignorant anger.

"boom!!"

Swish!

The sole of the sneakers Klein was wearing erupted with an explosion, and half of the entire sole exploded. The huge force-measuring instrument shook back and the entire structure almost collapsed.

"Gulu..." Norman swallowed. When he was studying human enhancement potions, he felt that the super soldiers secretly cultivated by the military were already very perverted.

But when he saw Klein today, he realized that he had really seen a pervert (really).

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo of of of the old witch's throat like pulling on a shriveled leather belt.

"Praise!"

The balancing iron ingot at the top of one side fell from a high altitude, and a weight of one ton hit Norman.

Norman looked up with some feelings, his expression gradually became ferocious.

When facing death, the human reaction is the most real, and Norman didn't even have time to scream.

He just subconsciously escaped and closed his eyes subconsciously.

"boom!"

After a loud noise, Norman found that the severe pain he expected did not appear.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw Klein rubbing his arm.

"Damn, it still hurts a little!"

Norman looked around and saw an iron ingot seven or eight meters away from him.

Klein rubbed his hands and pulled Norman up. The two were about to speak, but were interrupted by a notification sound coming from the side:

【17082.17kg.】

"Seventeen tons!"

Although Klein was excited, he also frowned, "No, even if that punch was relatively casual, how come the power of this kick has increased so much now?"

Norman couldn't care about this. He looked at Klein and felt like he had picked up a treasure!

"It's possible that your strength will fluctuate with your emotions, or maybe..." Norman thought about it, but stopped talking.

"What could it be? Don't half-speak."

"Maybe your strength will grow over time! Or maybe your strength will stimulate your body as you continue to develop your limits, and your body will improve!!"

Klein nodded. He also felt that he had not exercised, but his health was getting better and better recently.

In the flesh and blood, I feel that there is a force that is constantly growing and filling.

"I thought it was the effect of quitting masturbating, but now I think it may be the improvement of myself caused by compound No. [-]."

Norman pulled Klein, "Let's go! Go to the research room, I need some of your blood samples, and I have one more request!"

"any request?"

"It is too inefficient for me to do it alone. Many operational experiments require multiple people to conduct it at the same time. I hope I can let my private team participate in this study."

"This....."

Klein hesitated.

His plan is to strengthen his church members after developing a new strengthening potion. This matter must be kept extremely confidential.

If there are seven or eight people participating in the experiment, once this matter is revealed and the formula is leaked, I am afraid that the world of American comics will be directly changed because of the magic drug "Compound No. [-]".

"Two of them are my college roommates and researchers who have been following me, and the remaining few are fanatical researchers. They didn't betray me when I went bankrupt."

Faced with Norman's words, Klein still didn't answer. Klein was still thinking.

"I let them do the basics of this project and split it up. They will never know what we are researching!"

Klein shook his head: "Except for your two old friends, no one else can participate. If they must participate, they can. But after participating, I will..."

Klein, who looked like a gentleman, looked calm and made a gesture of wiping his neck.

"This!!"

Norman didn't expect Klein to be so cruel.

He also suddenly understood something. Klein was good to him because he was valuable. The other party was not only rich, but also had strong personal power.

If he offends Klein, he will probably kill him if he disagrees!You have to get your position right!

"Okay! I will also keep it a secret from them and won't let them have access to the complete secret recipe... I will figure out how to operate it!"

"Well, thank you for your hard work. Although I hope to get the results from you soon, I also hope you won't do random experiments just to keep up with the progress."

"Don't worry, that won't happen!"

"Then you're busy, I have something to deal with."

"Then go slowly!"

Klein nodded and left, passing by the room where the powered armor was hung.

Although this suit of armor is not as fancy as the Iron Man Mark series suit, the post-era individual soldier sci-fi style fascinates Klein.

"Arm blade, power support system, super alloy defense layer, auxiliary climbing system, medical system...it's just like an American comic book Faiz suit!!"

"When Norman is done with this, let him get a set to play with..."

.........

Outside the Osborne Building.

A Volvo parked on the side of the road.

Without thinking, Klein got into the car and sat in the back seat.

"It's an honor to have our Mr. Klein, I'm an attorney with Nelson Murdoch in Hell's Kitchen...my name is Matt Murdock!"

A young lawyer wearing dark sunglasses, with slightly white skin, a somewhat gloomy temperament, and a bright smile stretched out his hand.

"A specially rented car? Why are there soundproofing panels in the front and rear seats?"

"This is a car specially used for business meetings. We want to protect the privacy of our customers. Although the driver is also my colleague...but the rules are the rules."

"A good rule is a rule." Klein said, spreading his hands.

Matt listened carefully, and he felt that the rumored Kuo Shao was a little different from ordinary people...

"Do you work out regularly?" Matt asked.

"Sometimes when I role-play with my female companion, I will let her play the role of a fitness instructor, and I will pretend to be the disobedient fitness student, and then..."

"Ahem, let's change the topic!"

Matt didn't expect Klein's painting style to be so strange.

Matt handed over a document and said: "Because you are a minor, the legal person of the 'Special Resource Recycling Company' you want to establish cannot be you.

Are you sure you want to register the legal entity as Curtis Hoyle?He is from the Veterans Mutual Aid Association. I really don’t know what connection he has with you. "

"Do lawyers have so many questions? I thought I would just sign and pay."