Regardless, Kui believed that someone like Xiaohui would eventually be beaten to death by everyone working together.

So he tried hard to persuade Li Cheng颐, but unfortunately, the result was only that the two parted on bad terms.

Li Cheng颐 opened a room alone, sat cross-legged on the ground, and exhaled a long breath.

The combined strengthening effect in his body was still playing its role. The effect of Eternal Life was explosive. Although he used his own insights and techniques to adjust the segments and divide it into several parts for absorption, the effect was still comparable to the superposition of gene drugs at the beginning.

At this time, in just over ten minutes, the density of his muscles had increased by another 30%.

This terrifying improvement made Li Cheng颐's heart surge with raging flames.

"I need... an opponent who can give me pressure, not meaningless weaklings."

Li Cheng颐 snorted heavily through his nostrils, his eyes slightly red.

Standing up, he looked at the distance and estimated the distance from here to the wild jungle. Then, with a flip, he jumped out of the open window and rushed towards the outskirts of the city.

After running wildly for dozens of miles, he soon came to a construction site where an excavator was digging hard into the soil.

Without saying a word, Li Cheng颐 rushed up and protected the ground under the excavator.

Come at me!

Bang!

The huge force of up to two tons slammed into his back.

Li Cheng颐's whole body sank, and his feet plunged into the ground.

But at the same time, an incomparably comfortable feeling surged from the depths of his body.

The effect is being digested...

And three percent was digested at once.

'Useful!!' A fierce look flashed in Li Cheng颐's eyes.

"Where did this squirrel come from! Are you out of your mind!?" The driver who was operating the excavator was shocked and angry, jumped out of the car and cursed at Li Cheng颐.

"Continue." Li Cheng颐 looked calm. The opportunity to absorb evil thoughts just now was missed. Now that the excavator is useful today, he will first use human machinery to exercise himself and digest the effect to the extreme.

"Are you crazy!?" the driver said angrily.

"A hundred yuan for hitting me once!" Li Cheng颐 said casually, took out the wallet Kui gave him, and took out a hundred yuan from it and handed it to the other party.

The driver's expression changed drastically, looking at the money being handed over, he swallowed.

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Liehu Men (Fierce Tiger Sect).

One after another, the disciples of the sect were beaten and seriously injured and fell to the ground.

Hong Shan and Ya Long stood calmly in front of the sect leader, Xiang Hesong, facing each other.

"Master... Mr. Ya Long's conditions, have you heard them clearly? This is a great benefit for our Liehu Men. Time is of the essence, why haven't you agreed yet?" Hong Shan at this time had changed his previous hatred and resentment, and instead was high-spirited, with a faint sense of invincibility.

"Ya Long... you killed my sect members... destroyed my signboard... and still want me to cooperate with you!?" Xiang Hesong's white hair stood on end, and his whole body seemed to be bigger.

"We are just borrowing your name. Since that's the case, whether or not you want this sect leader is not a big problem."

Ya Long took a step forward.

He is still in the form of an old man at this time, but his body has been transformed by the Holy Seat and is as hard as a diamond.

"Speaking of which, I learned many martial arts when I was young, and the strongest set is just right to deal with the current situation."

Ya Long separated his hands, arched his body slightly, and narrowed his eyes, like a mysterious beast about to pounce.

Somewhat like a snake, but not a snake, somewhat like an eagle, but not an eagle.

Xiang Hesong's expression was stern. When the other party came to the door, he felt that the leader of the three called Ya Long was very powerful.

His speed was not fast or slow, but he was indestructible. Any disciple who touched him would instantly fracture his bones and fall to the ground, unable to resist.

"Okay! Since you chose to help that rebellious disciple today, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

No matter what, he is also the sect leader of the Liehu Quan (Fierce Tiger Fist), one of the top ten martial arts in the federation.

Let's talk about strength after fighting!

Whoosh!

Immediately, he pounced, with a violent roar around him, like a tiger roaring, and slashed a fist at Ya Long's head.

This is the starting style of Liehu Quan—White Tiger Hunting Deer!

It is said that the founder of Liehu Quan was inspired by a white tiger hunting a stag.

This punch has a strange trajectory, but it is extremely fierce. It has the precision to avoid the antlers of a stag, and the ferocious palm strength of a white tiger.

At this time, Ya Long also raised his right fist, as if carrying a heavy weapon, and pushed it upwards. His right hand opened into a palm, just holding the opponent's fist.

Hiss!

In an instant, countless breaths squeezed and twisted behind him, vaguely forming a strange dark monster with a snake body and eagle wings in Xiang Hesong's eyes.

Dang!!

When the fists and palms collided, Ya Long took a few steps back first, and fell into a disadvantage in terms of strength.

But the strange thing is that his hand that took the blow was unscathed, not even a red mark.

And Xiang Hesong, who was clearly in the upper hand, had his fist drooping, dripping with blood, and his knuckles were abnormally twisted and collapsed.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes on Ya Long became extremely solemn.

"The Vajra Indestructible Body... is it the Zhenmen (Sect Protecting) martial art of the Tai Tan Temple?"

The hard touch just now made him feel an ominous shadow in his heart.

In the way of fighting, martial arts rarely have high or low distinctions, only martial artists who know how to use martial arts have high or low strength.

Among martial artists, those whose strength and speed can break through the limits of the human body are used as a boundary.

Generally, the International Fighting Alliance defines the ability to single-handedly confront a standard tactical team as a martial artist.

And a standard tactical team has at least fifteen people in combination.

And with the continuous development of technology and thermal weapons, the requirements of this standard are also constantly increasing.

Many martial artists who have passed the assessment before may not be able to continue to pass the standard now.

After all, with old age and physical decline, strength will also decline significantly.

But these people do not include Xiang Hesong.

He is one of the very few veteran martial artists who will actively apply for review every few years.

Keeping up with the times and always experiencing the power of modern thermal weapons is what he has always been doing.

Originally, he thought that his strength in today's martial arts world, even the strongest opponent, could not injure him in one face-to-face encounter.

But now...

"Who the hell are you!?" Xiang Hesong stared at Ya Long solemnly.

"This is not the Vajra Indestructible Body." Ya Long smiled. "This is the Ying She Fu Sheng Quan (Eagle Snake Blessed Saint Fist)!"

Under great suppression, his martial arts have lost many special enhancements. In fact, its power is far inferior to the opposite Liehu Quan, but it doesn't matter.

Who told him that his realm is high enough and his physique is strong enough.

"Your Liehu Quan is good, it suits my use!" With a grin, Ya Long pounced again for the second time, leaping up, like an eagle, swooping down from the opponent's sky.

In a trance, Xiang Hesong seemed to hear a sharp and fierce strange cry.

His pupils shrank, and he used Liehu Quan with all his strength, without dodging or avoiding, and struck out a deadly blow.

A few minutes later, a dark door at the back of the Liehu Men quietly opened.

A clean girl with a high ponytail and tear-stained face, carrying a large backpack, and two sect disciples quickly escaped and ran away towards the distance.

While running, the girl couldn't help but look back at the high wall.

From a distance, she heard a giant tiger roaring, and the roar stopped abruptly, with some ominous meaning.

"Dad!" The tears in the girl's eyes could no longer be stopped and kept flowing down.

"I will definitely avenge you!! Definitely!!"

The faces of Ya Long and Hong Shan flashed before her eyes one by one.

The girl wiped away her tears and accelerated her escape towards the distance.

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The next day.

Biqiu City Gymnasium.

Inside the stadium, it was divided into grids with elastic materials to create walls to prevent opponents from going out of bounds.

These grids are the preliminary venues for the contestants.

Amidst the clamor, Li Cheng颐 and Kui arrived at the arena early. The other players who had glared at them yesterday had already taken to the stage to fight.

Everyone was preparing for their own duel. This time, they didn't have time to pay attention to him, the extremely annoying squirrel man.

The preliminary selection mechanism is quite rough. Those who are called with the same number plate will go on stage to fight. The winner will stay and continue to the next round to be assigned a new number plate.

This cycle continues, leaving only the top ten to represent Biqiu City to participate in the provincial competition, and then so on, to participate in the national competition.

Finally, participate in international competitions.

"Number fifteen! Is number fifteen here!" At this time, a staff member wearing a baseball cap shouted while holding a sign.

"Here!"

Kui looked at the number plate in his hand, which was issued when he registered. It happened to be fifteen, so he quickly raised his hand.

On the other side, two twin braid strong men, wearing tight black vests, walked out quickly.

Both of them have a blue wolf head tattooed on their arms, and their eyes faintly have a bit of green, I don't know if it is caused by practicing martial arts, or it is born like this.

"Venue number nine, you can go up by yourself, no matter how you fight, just determine the winner." The staff member said loudly.

"Hey, it seems that we are lucky, little squirrel, don't worry, I will let you die with less pain." The twin strong man who was slightly taller smiled.

"Who goes first?" Li Cheng颐 and Kui were discussing who would go on stage first.

With the strength of Kui and him, no matter who goes up, the battle may end quickly.

"I'll go, you're too sarcastic..." Kui said a little helplessly, took off his black sweatshirt and walked to venue number nine.

Li Cheng颐 was too lazy to reply to these weak chickens, anyway, they were all waste that couldn't even help him digest the effect.

Soon, Kui went on stage alone and confronted the twins opposite.

Li Cheng颐 stood under the stage with his arms folded and watched the battle.

"Your companion is very strong." The shemale from Feiyun Temple (Flying Cloud Temple) did not know when he came to his side and looked up at the stage.

"Perfect muscle contours, standard standing posture, should have been subjected to very strict orthodox martial artist training. Not a wild way."

"Martial artist? What is that?" Li Cheng颐 glanced at him in surprise.

This guy has a good temper, and he is willing to come over to talk at this time.

Luo Ting, the shemale from Feiyun Temple, briefly explained the standards of a martial artist, which made Li Cheng颐 slightly surprised.

It is indeed not easy to single-handedly confront a standard-equipped modern tactical team.

"Uninteresting grading, anyway, just keep killing opponents to win." Li Cheng颐 said casually.

"Your tone is not small." Luo Ting smiled.

"You'll know when you go on stage later." Li Cheng颐 did not forget to provoke him at any time.

(End of this chapter)