Chapter 33 Day Tiger
In the blink of an eye, another day passed.
In the summer afternoon, the sun is scorching, and the sun hits people's faces, which is a bit painful. There are even fewer vehicles on the road. Many people choose to lie at home and take a nap with the air conditioner blowing.
Shen Bailian was the only one in the huge training room.
Shen Bailian held the knife in both hands, and every muscle and bone in his body was involved in this skill drill. Chopping, chopping, lifting, and picking were displayed over and over again in his hands.
The one-meter-eight-meter-long horse-killing sword looked like a flexible giant dragon in his hand, drawing invisible arcs in the air. The sword's light was like a heavy sword, blurring people's vision.
In just the blink of an eye, Shen Bailian was able to draw the knife dozens of times. Under such violent exercise, his body had reached a limit. His hair was completely wet with sweat, and his strong muscles shone in the light. Glossy.
Even though he was so tired, his slashes could still maintain a very high hit rate. Hundreds of slashes had a 60-70% chance of landing on the dummy's vitals.
suddenly.
Shen Bailian's eyes condensed, and an aura like a tiger descending from the mountain came out of his body. His body was agile, his feet shook slightly, and he crossed a distance of five or six meters in an instant.
His right foot suddenly landed on the floor, his legs were slightly bent and he began to accumulate strength. The muscles of his right hand that was holding Zhanlong tightly were knotted. The veins were winding like long rivers, and his spine was arched and his waist was twisted.
The power brought by the twisting of thighs, arms and waist is condensed into one, and he has become proficient in slaying dragons in his hands to an extremely high level.
Before the attack broke out, it was covered up by Shen Bailian's explosive momentum.
But when the sword was slashed out, the accumulated power rushed out like a mountain torrent, which was terrifying to the extreme.
Chi~
A dazzling cold light filled the entire training room, and the dripping sweat beads were cut off in an instant. Even if this knife faced the iron sheet inside the dummy, it was like a knife cutting through tofu, passing through the entire dummy in an instant.
Snap!
There was a crisp sound, and the dummy's upper body slid to the floor.
"Hoo~"
Shen Bailian looked at his masterpiece and took a deep breath. After relaxing, a series of negative feelings such as physical fatigue, hunger, and thirst came one after another.
The ruddy color on his face quickly faded, replaced by a miserable paleness.
[Your basic knife skills have been improved, and your experience value +1]
[Your character level has been improved, experience value +1]
[Character level: LV4 (651/700)]
[Basic knife skills lv1 (84/200)]
Shen Bailian hesitated for a few minutes, and finally gave the fourth solidified skill point to the basic sword technique, just to gain combat effectiveness as quickly as possible.
The result did not disappoint him. He only needed to swing the sword seriously a hundred times to gain a little experience.
Although his body has reached an extreme state, it still resists Shen Bailian's inner joy.
He stood there and closed his eyes, ignoring the beeps on the panel. Instead, he carefully recalled the realization of the previous knife.
"Now I finally have a trump card that I can use. Since it was born out of Tiger Shape Fist, let's call it Day Tiger."
After a while, Shen Bailian slowly opened his bright eyes, closed the scabbard of Zhanlong, and then slowly walked to the bag beside him and took out a basic nutritional potion.
It can be seen that only four of the original ten basic nutritional potions are left. After drinking it, he began to take a walk slowly.
If you lie down immediately after a strenuous exercise, it may cause cramps. Although it is not a serious problem, it is a waste of time.
More than ten minutes later, Shen Bailian tightened his grip on Dragon Slayer and started a new round of practice.
He wanted to strike while the iron was hot and familiarize himself with the power of the day tiger as soon as possible to ensure that it could exert 100% of its power in actual combat.
Inside the control room of Xingyi Martial Arts Hall.
"It's terrible."
Zhou Changqing looked at Shen Bailian's performance and couldn't help but click his tongue. It’s not just the talent that’s terrifying, but also the level of effort.
In Daxia, with a population of billions, there has never been a shortage of geniuses. Even in Bozhou City, he had seen high school students who were far more talented than Shen Bailian.
After all, this is a world where gods have fallen, an era of climbing myths, and people with outstanding talents are like crucian carp crossing the river. The blessing brought by the lowest treasure body is just something that many ordinary people cannot touch in their lifetime. vertex.
But he had never seen a high school student who worked so hard.
When Zhou Changqing came to work in the morning, he was told by the staff that a student named him had knocked on the door of Xingyi Martial Arts School at five in the morning.
It is now four o'clock in the afternoon. Except for the time when he goes out to eat, go to the toilet, and get water, the young man has almost been staying in the training room to practice. He has practiced for at least seven or eight hours, plus the time yesterday.
One day and one night, fourteen to five hours of hard practice, the sweat shed alone is enough to fill a bucket.
He is highly talented and works so hard. If the young man in front of him fails, who in the world can succeed?
Zhou Changqing had a vague hunch in his heart that Shen Bailian would most likely become the biggest dark horse in this joint military alliance, replicating the miracle that Kong Chaowu had brought about.
However, practicing swordsmanship in this way can easily leave hidden wounds on the body, and it will not be worth the gain if it affects the wilderness trial.
Zhou Changqing pondered for a moment and then had an idea in his mind.
He looked at the smart bracelet on his hand and said, "Xiao Ai, call Xiao Wang."
The call was quickly connected.
"Xiao Wang, was it you who gave that boy a massage last time?" Zhou Changqing said directly.
"Is this the high school student you recommended, Mr. Zhou?"
If Shen Bailian hears this voice, he will definitely recognize that this "little king" is the person who gave him massage before.
"Yes." Zhou Changqing nodded with a smile and continued: "Please come off work later today and give it to that kid again."
The person on the other end of the phone hesitated for a while and then slowly replied: "Okay."
"Okay, I'll invite you to dinner when I have time."
"Mr. Zhou, you are joking, just a little busy."
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It was past eight o'clock in the evening. At this time, all the people who were supposed to leave the Xingyi Martial Arts Hall had already left, leaving only a few staff members on night shift.
The massage room, which was supposed to be deserted, heard bursts of painful wails, which made people shudder.
"Hiss~, be gentle, be gentle" "It hurts, it hurts~"
"Okay, okay, stop howling, it's time to apply medicine."
Masseur Xiao Wang stood up as he spoke, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel, then took out a bottle of special white ointment from the small box beside him, and applied it evenly on Shen Bailian's thighs, calves, shoulder blades and waist. On the back.
After applying it on the body, there was a feeling of ice and coldness, and the pain in the whole body seemed to be swept away. As the man applied it, he said: "This is a unique secret recipe. After applying it, you can return to your original state in a day or two at most."
"Thank you." Shen Bailian replied with a look of enjoyment on his face.
"You should thank Mr. Zhou."
The masseur glanced at the young man. Although it took up his rest time and did not receive overtime pay, due to the quality of a professional masseur, he still reminded him: "Don't exercise like this in the future. It is easy to leave hidden injuries."
"Hmm"
Shen Bailian nodded politely in response, but only he knew whether he would do it again in the future.
How can you not temper your blood when you have a killing move? (PS: The foreshadowing has been laid before)
(End of chapter)