Mysterious journey

For a moment, Garen only felt that the left half of his body was hot and the right half was cold. An indescribable feeling of drowsiness kept hitting his brain, as if someone was hitting his head with a hammer.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He heard his heart beating, beat by beat, as heavy as a war drum. With every heartbeat, slowly, the hot and cold bodies on Garen's left and right sides began to slowly merge.

The two streams of blood, one cold and one hot, were intertwined and distinct, forming a fine spiral structure and began to flow rapidly in Garen's body.

In the testing hall, the cool moonlight poured in from the high windows, covering Garen like a white gauze.

He stood stiffly in front of the sandbag, his face as red as a cooked shrimp. A faint mist of sweat slowly evaporated from his hair, body, and pants.

I don’t know how long it took.

There was a click.

Garen slowly moved his body, and the bones made crisp sounds. Immediately afterwards, all the joints began to make a crunching sound, like fried beans snapping together.

When his brain finally came to his senses, the first thing Gallon did was walk to the 200-pound sandbag, raise his right arm, and take a deep breath.

Bang!

The sandbags were raised high and flew over the qualifying line, making the metal frame creak. Then he swayed back and was stabilized by Garen with a snap.

"The strength has increased again." He spread his right palm and looked at his skin. The surface of the palm seemed to be coated with a layer of crystal clear cutin, and hitting the sandbag directly with bare hands was like hitting with a boxing glove, without any friction and pain at all. Before that, he also experienced slight pain when hitting the sandbag with his bare hands.

The attribute column below the field of view has changed again.

Strength has increased from 0.52 to 0.53, and Constitution has also increased from 0.31 to 0.33.

"With the explosive fist technique, the toughness of my skin has increased a lot." Garen rubbed his hands together and scanned the entire testing hall. He found a brown wooden shelf in the corner filled with various cold weapons.

Knight sword, triangle shield, machete, epee, dagger, hammer, axe. It is filled with almost all kinds of common weapons.

Garen walked over, took down a silver dagger, and gently pulled it out of its sheath.

The dagger reflected a faint silver light in the moonlight, and the tip was even dazzling, looking extremely sharp.

He took the dagger and lightly scratched the back of his hand.

hiss..

It's like scratching on hard cowhide, leaving only a little white scratch on the arm.

"Sure enough, it's true that violent boxing can improve the body's toughness! No wonder the boxing steps include hitting the body with a mallet."

Galen felt happy, and then slowly began to increase his strength.

Start with an estimated force of about 1 pound and slowly increase the pressure.

2 pounds. 3 pounds. 5 pounds. 10 pounds. 15 pounds. 20 pounds! !

Suddenly, a small wound was opened on his arm by a dagger. As soon as the tip of the knife cut into the muscle, it was immediately stuck and unable to move at all.

Garen felt a pain in his arm and immediately withdrew the dagger.

"It takes about 20 pounds to barely pierce my skin. Such a powerful and violent punch. No wonder it takes years of practice to master it, and you also need a certain amount of talent. It is indeed the signature fighting technique of Baiyun Martial Arts School!"

You must know that he can defend against a dagger thrust of 20 pounds by just relaxing his muscles. If the muscles become tight.

Garen thought for a moment, and then began to test the piercing strength of the tightened muscles.

Start adding directly from 20 pounds, and then add it until 50 pounds is reached, and then it can barely penetrate the muscles.

"This level is close to hard qigong. It's amazing!"

Putting the dagger back on the shelf, Garen relaxed his muscles, and then he saw blood slowly starting to flow out of his arm, but it immediately condensed after a while.

After checking the remaining potential, which was still 24%, Garen tidied himself up and put on his clothes. Garen picked up the key hanging by the sandbag and left the testing hall.

As a formal student, everyone is eligible to use the training and testing facilities of the branch library at any time, so everyone who is a formal student in the branch library has a key to the door.

Walking out of the branch door, there was no one on the street. A cold wind blew a newspaper on the street and slowly flew away.

Garen began to jog along the night streets, heading in the direction of his home. This is also one of the exercises he has developed recently.

It was already close to 10 o'clock, and this street was in a relatively remote place, so there were no people there. Gallon chose a remote and remote route because of its spaciousness.

After running for more than ten minutes, I saw only a few people.

The dim street lights illuminated the quiet street, and only the patter of Garen's footsteps echoed continuously. Occasionally, the sound of a shop closing on wooden boards could be heard in the distance.

Dudu!

Suddenly there was a sound of car horns coming from the dark street ahead.

Galen moved from the middle of the street to the left and jogged, watching a shiny black classic car coming towards his right. The yellow headlights caught his eyes as he turned a corner. Garen raised his hand to block it.

The moment the classic car passed by, the numbers in Garen's field of vision suddenly jumped.

"The potential is moving!!?"

He turned around sharply and rushed towards the classic car. The potential in the field of vision suddenly increased from the remaining 23% to 45% in the blink of an eye.

For a moment, he didn't think much, his only thought was to let the classic car stop first.

There is no jewelry in the entire Huaishan City that can absorb potential, only this time!

"Please stop the car!"

Garen ran to the front of the classic car and shouted loudly with his hands spread wide.

Cars in this world are inherently slow, but after being blocked, the classic car showed no intention of stopping and ran directly over Gallon.

"I'll wipe it!"

Garen hurriedly stepped aside and started running after the car.

"Kill him."

Vaguely, he heard a woman's voice, and then saw a person in the passenger seat wearing black gloves trying to open the door.

With a bang, the car door suddenly opened and hit Garen on the side. A black dagger silently pierced Garen's abdomen.

Garen's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively grabbed the arm behind the dagger. Then he punched the glass window with his left hand like a reflex.

Click! Wow! !

The arm holding the dagger was easily broken like a dry branch. The red muscles and white tendons tore out and splattered the car door with blood.

At the same time, the car glass was easily smashed through. In the rain of fine glass shards, Garen's left hand punched the man in the passenger seat in the face.

The man's face was severely sunken, and his nose, mouth, and eyes were all deformed and brought together, stained red by blood. The white bones and debris of the bullet made a clear clicking sound on the windshield.

Garen was stunned.

The man driving the car was also stunned.

The classic car continued to drive forward, and the car door hanging on Gallon's hand was pulled open by the force of the car, and Gulu rolled out a slim body from inside. She is a young girl with a good figure.

The girl rolled down in front of Garen, her face was completely smashed, like red and white tofu mixed with ketchup, and her right arm was holding a black dagger that was broken and crooked to the side. The black windbreaker on her body highlights her curvy figure.

Judging from her appearance and figure, she is a young girl.

Among the strong smell of blood, Garen also smelled a faint scent of perfume.

Glancing at the corpse in front of him, Garen looked up blankly at the classic car that was driving away. He vaguely seemed to see the appearance and build of the driver, as well as a pair of cold red eyes looking back.

"I killed someone." Looking at the bright red splashes on his brown pants, Garen suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of panic in his heart.

"I killed someone," he murmured, looking down at the girl's body.

Suddenly, he glanced around, but there was no one on the street. After confirming that no one saw him, Garen rolled up his blood-splattered trousers and ran away without saying a word.

The panicked and rhythmless footsteps gradually faded away.

He rushed back home, opened the door with the key, and rushed to his bedroom without saying a word.

"It's brother. I'll put your pocket money for next week on the dining table for you." Ying'er opened the door and came out of the bedroom. She suddenly stared blankly at Jia Lung walking in front of her, her face turned pale, and her next words suddenly changed. Stopped abruptly.

boom!

The bedroom door is closed.

"Garen is back? Didn't you take a shower when you came back from running for exercise?" Mother Benila opened the bedroom door and asked.

"It's Galen, are you going out to exercise again?" Father Aisen's voice came from the bedroom.

"Well, it's just that I came back in a hurry today. As soon as I came in, I rushed to his bedroom. No one saw him." The mother complained and closed the door again.

Huh. Huh.

call.

Garen leaned against the door, breathing heavily. His face was frighteningly white, and the pupils of his eyes kept shrinking and expanding.

The moment he punched the girl to death was still clearly replaying in his mind. Broken white bones, scarlet blood, broken arms, and the last pair of red eyes.

"No one should have seen it." Gallon carefully recalled the surrounding situation at that time. There was indeed no one on the street. The area was at a very remote corner, the street lights were very dim, and it was in the blind spot of the car lights. .

"It's true that no one saw it, except for the driver!" Garen reorganized the situation and murmured with certainty.

Although he has basically mastered the excessively increased strength through training. But in critical moments, when life is threatened, the power Garen uses instinctively is all his explosive power. And he was afraid that he didn't have enough strength, so he used all the strength he could use!

The result is that the other party will never die again.

Boom, boom, boom.

"Brother, are you okay?" Ying'er's voice came from outside the door.

"It's okay, I'll change my clothes and come out right away." Garen tried his best to answer in a normal tone.

"Oh, let me boil the water for you first?"

"Okay, thanks."

The footsteps gradually left.

Garen calmed his beating heart a little, took out his pajamas from the closet and put them on. He crumpled the brown gi for a formal disciple into a ball and exposed the side that was not stained with blood. Then he walked to the door and opened it.

scare!

"What are you doing!!?" There was a figure standing at the door, and it was Ying'er in school uniform.

Gallon reflexively wanted to close the door, but was immediately blocked by Ying'er's foot. Without having time to think about it, he turned around and rushed out a few steps before the door opened. He directly stuffed the clothes he had changed under the bed, then sat on the bed to block that position with his feet.