Projection of heavens

"Um?"

On the training ground, a bald black man wearing a bearskin glanced at Gu Shaoshang, who was standing with his hands behind his back, and frowned.

However, he just frowned and ignored it.

As the world's top boxer training camp, Siberia Training Camp naturally has no shortage of plutocrats and princes from all over the world coming to watch.

If he offends his sponsor in a sudden manner, his boss will probably kill him.

And Gu Shaoshang's aura is impressive. He only wore a single suit in Siberia, so he is probably a master.

He didn't want to mess with it easily.

"Teng Qingshan..."

Gu Shaoshang glanced at the skinny young boy among the dozens of children in the corner, who gritted his teeth and persisted.

When he manifested Xingyiquan, he had Teng Qingshan's memory. Therefore, even though he was still an eight or nine-year-old boy at this time, Gu Shaoshang still recognized him at a glance.

Tap!

Gu Shaoshang raised his steps lightly and walked slowly towards Teng Qingshan in the corner.

"Huh? What does he want to do?"

A fierce light flashed in the eyes of the bald black man who had been staring at Gu Shaoshang.

The reason why Siberia Training Camp maintains its status as the world's top training camp is because of this cruel and bloody training method.

There are rules in the Siberian training camp that no one is allowed to interfere with members who are training.

Even before, the big boss's most beloved son died in the training camp, he just watched quietly and never spoke.

There was no need for the bald black man to speak out. The big men walking in the team had already reached out to touch the long knives and guns at their waists.

Tap!

Gu Shaoshang looked indifferent and didn't care at all about the training camp instructors who were watching him eagerly. He walked slowly to Teng Qingshan.

Snapped!

His white palms reached out and pressed on Teng Qingshan's shoulders.

"This is......"

Teng Qingshan, who was in a daze, felt a heat coming from his shoulders, which spread to his whole body in an instant.

The body that had been frostbitten to the point of collapse suddenly regained its vitality, and was even more energetic and powerful than before.

Hurrah!

All the ice cubes condensed around him fell off and fell.

"you....."

He raised his head and saw a young man in black robes, looking at him with a smile.

Under the slight sunlight, it looks like a god.

For a moment, unconsciously, he burst into tears.

.......

Tap!

Chelf walked to the largest barracks in the middle of the training camp.

There was a roaring fire in the fireplace, and as soon as he stepped into the barracks, Chelf felt a wave of heat, dispelling the chill on his body.

At this time, in the middle of the camp, on the thick concrete floor, stood a tall white man over two meters tall.

The white man's head was shiny, his naked upper body was full of explosive muscles, and his bare thighs were covered with thick black hair.

At first glance, one can feel the pressure of facing a ferocious beast.

He spread his legs and stood tall.

Two big black men smeared his body with something that looked like medicinal wine and grease.

"let's start!"

The big white man pushed the two black men away with his hands and roared: "Hit me with all your strength!"

call!

The two black men looked at each other, took two steps back, and grabbed a huge iron rod that was inserted into the concrete and was as thick as a child's arm.

Whistling, hitting the bald white man with all his strength.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

Huge sounds like drums sounded one after another.

Chelf's brows twitched. Even though it was not the first time he saw such a scene, he was still shocked.

The bald white man in the middle, named Melaki Milt, was one of the big bosses behind the Siberian training camp at this time.

He is physically strong and capable of a variety of fighting skills. He is not only highly skilled, but also ruthless. Even if his son dies in front of him, he remains calm and composed.

The two black men who kept wielding iron rods were also instructors at the Siberian training camp. In a dark world, they were also A-level masters.

A strongman who can knock over a car with just one strike.

But even though the iron rod was bent, it was still difficult to injure the bald white man at all.

boom! boom! boom!

Click!

Click!

Amidst the intensive beating, the sound of iron bars breaking suddenly came.

call! call!

As Chelf's eyelids twitched, the broken iron rod pierced into the thick concrete with a pop and disappeared.

The two black men took two steps back, their palms holding broken iron bars stained with blood.

"Chinese people's martial arts are indeed good!"

The bald white man's voice was as loud as a bell, and his face was full of pride: "This martial arts is called Henglian Thirteen Taibao. It is much more powerful than Muay Thai!"

As soon as he stepped on it, the concrete floor suddenly cracked, and dense cracks spread in all directions.

"Boss, your Chinese martial arts is more powerful than some of the internal martial arts masters in China!"

The big black man spoke respectfully.

"Haha! Those Chinese people are short and thin, how can I, the king of black boxing Melachimirt, have such a strong body!"

The bald white man Melaki Milt laughed, turned his head, looked at Chelf and said, "Is the boxing match over?"

"Boss! I won the boxing match and 200,000 US dollars have been credited to your account."

Chelf bowed slightly and said, "That's right, after that, I met a Chinese boy who was suspected to be SS-level..."

Feeling Melachimirt's anger rising, cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

This white man who was suspected of being one of the Thirteen Taibao of China Henglian, smiled coldly: "China's internal boxing master? SS-level strongman? Those gentle masters who can only kill chickens, how can they be considered strong!"

Crackling!

He stretched his arms slightly, his muscles and bones making a rapid sound like a cannon, and looked at Chelf coldly: "What is he doing in the Siberian training camp?"

"he......"

As soon as Chelf opened his mouth, he heard a huge thunder sound like a thunder explosion outside!

Boom!

Melachimirt's expression changed slightly as he stood barefoot on the ground. He moved his feet and stepped naked into the snow.

Heading towards the training ground.

........

call!

Gu Shaoshang raised his palm, looked at Teng Qingshan, and smiled slightly.

Before, Tai was still considering whether to interfere with Teng Qingshan's life trajectory, and whether he would still travel through the Kyushu world if he was always safe.

But until he saw Teng Qingshan's small figure, Gu Shaoshang couldn't help but frown.

So what if I interfere?

Could it be that if he didn't die, he wouldn't be able to bring him to the world of Kyushu?

Therefore, he changed his mind and decided to take action.

After all, he knew Teng Qingshan's memories very well and understood how much of a shadow this encounter had left on his life.

As soon as Gu Shaoshang retracted his palm, the bald black instructor roared with a ferocious expression:

"Everyone get out of here!"

Immediately, he pulled out the gun from his waist and shot Gu Shaoshang twice in the vital area between his eyebrows.

The surrounding training camp instructors fired almost simultaneously, covering Gu Shaoshang and Teng Qingshan.

A group of students from the training camp dragged their stiff bodies and fled away.

"pistol?"

Gu Shaoshang smiled, raised his palm suddenly, and stretched out his five fingers like a cloud dragon's claws.

In the past, among the dragons and snakes, these guns could still pose a slight threat, but for him at this time, even if he stood still, these guns could not break his oily skin.

This claw came out without a trace, and no one present could see Gu Shaoshang's palm.

It was as if his palm disappeared into the air instantly!

But what echoed in the air was filled with the scream of the air being torn apart instantly.

Amidst the whistling sound of bullets, Gu Shaoshang's palms shot out phantoms all over the sky, and he caught all the flying bullets in his hands in an instant.

Immediately, he threw it with his backhand.

call out! call out! call out!

When Gu Shaoshang threw it, the speed of the bullet burst instantly broke the sound barrier, and immediately shot all the training camp instructors who attacked him on the spot.

Blood splattered, staining the snow and ice on the ground red.

"Ah! Go to hell!"

At this moment, several big black men with old-fashioned rocket launchers on their shoulders rushed out of the surrounding barracks, roaring with ferocious expressions.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

Amidst several huge roars, rockets raised red tail flames and shot towards Gu Shaoshang from all directions!

"Rockets? What a familiar scene."

Gu Shaoshang hugged the frightened Teng Qingshan with one hand and smiled lightly.

He was attacked by rockets several times in the world of dragons and snakes. At that time, he still had to evade in a hurry.

In the turbulence of the billowing air, Gu Shaoshang suddenly stepped on his feet.

Boom!

The cement floor with a radius of more than ten feet shook, shattered, and rolled. Large cement blocks carrying steel bars flew in all directions like cannonballs, making a scream that broke through the air!

boom! boom! boom! ...

The huge roaring sound was accompanied by the astonishing air waves, blowing away the gravel and snowflakes flying in the sky.

All the rockets detonated in advance and did not hurt Gu Shaoshang at all.

Whoops!

Amid the raging air waves and tumbling gravel, Gu Shaoshang surrounded Teng Qingshan and stood tall.

Wow!

Amidst the hunting sounds of the black robe, Gu Shaoshang looked indifferent, and slowly stretched out his right palm in the air, slowly and accurately ejecting the rubble from the air.

call out! call out! call out! call out!

The ejected gravel made a violent hissing sound and hit all the training camp instructors and guards with incomparable precision.

"ah!"

"Ah! Ah!"

"you......"

Amidst countless screams, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net all the training campers who rushed out of the barracks were blasted away by flying gravel.

Gulu gulu!

Large streams of blood flowed freely in the ruins, and even with the severe cold of Siberia, the heat instantly rose.

Whoops!

The north wind howled, scattering dust and snowflakes all over the sky.

Melachimirt, the king of black boxing and one of the big bosses of the Siberian training camp, who rushed over, saw his men dead miserably on the ground.

I couldn't help but roar with splitting eyes: "Ah! Damn yellow-skinned bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

He roared and stepped forward, stepping on the broken ruins with his bare feet, raised his fist, and rushed towards Gu Shaoshang.