Chapter 32 A Terrifying Punch
The sun was blazing in the July afternoon, and the billowing heat poured in from the window. The whole room was as hot as a steamer.
"call--"
Lu Yuan took a long breath and got up from the mat.
Having just finished ten sets of strength training, his whole body was soaked with sweat, and there were large clear water stains on the mat beneath him.
Lu Yuan took out the tissue paper on the desk and wiped his face randomly, then clicked on the career panel.
[Occupation: Fighter lv4 (30/800)]
[Basic professional skills: Primary body forging lv4 (41/800)....]
The professional experience value has increased by more than ten points. As before, it is blessed by the [Absolute Concentration] state. Every ten minutes of focusing on martial arts practice, you can gain 2 experience points.
Elementary exercise is much worse.
Ten sets of strength training actually added a total of five experience points to him.
"After the primary level of physical training reaches lv4, without the assistance of professional equipment, it becomes very difficult to obtain experience points..."
Lu Yuan glanced at the two black dumbbells placed at his feet. Fortunately, he bought two ten-kilogram fitness dumbbells some time ago. He didn't expect them to be useless so soon.
"The ratio of the experience value produced to the time and energy invested is too low. In the future, I might as well practice my skills at home."
Taking advantage of the opportunity to recover his physical strength, Lu Yuan thought for a while and simply entered the consciousness space to "play" a few times.
"[Imagine Enemy], activate!"
.......
In the alley where the heavy rain was pouring, two figures were fighting each other.
The whip legs tear apart the rain curtain, breaking up the water droplets and splashing.
"boom--"
Collide, thump, separate, retreat.
Lu Yuan stood in the rain alley, breathing heavily and staring closely at the opponent in front of him.
The beams of the car lights reflected in his eyes like two burning orange flames.
"Come again!"
"boom!"
.......
"Shua——"
Lu Yuan slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of unfinished expression on his face.
Although the process of winning this battle of consciousness is still quite difficult.
But he consciously focused on using his kicks to fight with the opponent. After a battle, he consciously learned more about the middle-aged man's signature sharp kicks, and his understanding became deeper.
"Sooner or later, I will kick you to death with my kicks!"
Lu Yuan recalled how many kicks he received in a battle, and secretly made up his mind.
He stood up and took a drink of water, preparing to fight again.
And just when he was about to close his eyes, an idea suddenly came to Lu Yuan's mind -
Since it is an imaginary enemy, can I try to imagine someone else?
For example... Lin Zhiqin? !
.......
The empty corridor, Lu Yuan stood alone.
In front of me is the ajar door.
"It's really okay..."
This scene was still fresh in Lu Yuan's memory. It was the door to Lin Zhiqin's office on the second floor of the martial arts gym he had just visited a few hours ago.
"Crunch——"
Lu Yuan gently pushed open the door in front of him.
He saw Lin Zhiqin sitting on the sofa in front of the coffee table, looking at him quietly, with a cigarette in his hand that was about to burn out.
The two looked at each other like this for a few seconds.
"call--"
Suddenly, Lu Yuan took a deep breath, and then smiled at Lin Zhiqin in front of him.
"Coach Lin, smoking... is harmful to your health!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Yuan rushed forward and suddenly flew up with his kick.
"Bang——"
Kicked over the glass coffee table in front of Lin Zhiqin.
Broken glass flew everywhere.
Lu Yuan took advantage of the situation and counterattacked with another kick.
The whip leg, already carrying some sharp leg wind, cut through the air and headed straight towards Lin Zhiqin's left temple.
"It's so cool!"
Lu Yuan's face was full of excitement.
He had wanted to do this when he was in the office, and now he finally took action.
The feeling of breaking all taboos and unscrupulously venting the evil thoughts and resentments in your heart into the desire for destruction and fighting...
It’s really cool!
It's a pity that Lu Yuan didn't enjoy it for even a second.
With their eyes locked, Lin Zhiqin sitting on the sofa suddenly disappeared.
Lu Yuan missed a kick and was looking for Lin Zhiqin everywhere.
Lin Zhiqin disappeared but appeared in front of him like a ghost.
Before Lu Yuan could make a move, he saw Lin Zhiqin, who was expressionless and holding a cigarette in one hand, slightly raising his hand.
Lu Yuan's pupils shrank, and he watched helplessly as a fist quickly enlarged in front of his eyes.
Until it filled his entire field of vision...
........
"Huhu——"
Lu Yuan opened his eyes suddenly, panting violently, his face turned slightly pale, and his eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.
"Lin Zhiqin's strength... is so strong?!"
Although in the first martial arts class, Lin Zhiqin showed off his skills and fired an aerial attack that sounded like firecrackers.
But all along, his perfunctory, sloppy, and irresponsible attitude in class has left a very bad impression on Lu Yuan.
A meeting at noon, his habit of smoking, the change in attitude before and after discovering Lu Yuan's talent, and the temptation in the restaurant to take him to a boxing match privately...
Acting more like a middle-aged frustrated loser and gambler!
So even though he knew that Lin Zhiqin was a professional warrior, Lu Yuan didn't think he was that strong.
As a result, Lin Zhiqin, who had perfectly displayed his strength in the battle of consciousness, killed him in one second with just one move.
The terrifying sense of oppression he showed was simply terrifying to Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan subconsciously touched his forehead.
Just now in the consciousness space, Lin Zhiqin's punch was imprinted on his forehead.
If it was in the real world... would he be directly blown off by this punch?
"Is the gap between amateur and professional levels so big.....
Or is Lin Zhiqin's strength strong?!"
Lu Yuan was still in shock and couldn't calm down for a long time.
Then he tried again, using Lin Zhiqin as the [imaginary enemy].
But this time he didn't kick the table as he entered the door like before.
Instead, he called "coach" in a proper manner, and then invited Lin Zhiqin to spar.
As a result, the situation this time was very different.
Lu Yuan and Lin Zhiqin fought for five or six moves before he was "beaten" out of the consciousness space.
"It seems not so scary this time..."
Lu Yuan tried to suppress his fatigue and thought, "Is the strength of Lin Zhiqin, who was 'invited' by me to fight in different ways, so different?"
Lu Yuan spent the whole afternoon repeatedly testing this point.
He used Lin Zhiqin as an [imaginary enemy] five times in total.
He kicked the table as soon as he entered the door twice, raised his middle finger and mocked Lin Zhiqin once, and said politely twice - "Coach, I want to learn actual combat."
As a result, Lu Yuan was hit in the head by a terrifying punch three times.
He fought back and forth with Lin Zhiqin twice, and experienced the huge gap between the two in a more detailed and comprehensive way.
"Although it is an imaginary enemy, different attitudes will stimulate different fighting forms."
Lu Yuan rubbed his temples with both hands, trying to relieve the tingling sensation in his brain caused by stimulating [imaginary enemies] many times in a short period of time.
"That horrible punch that was impossible to resist and directly blew up my head should be Lin Zhiqin's killer move.
It will be triggered after he is completely enraged, and he will kill me as soon as we meet."
Lu Yuan now understands.
What does the phrase "deduce the direction of the battle" in the skill introduction of [Imaginary Enemy] mean?
Different ways of starting will naturally lead to different results.
Although the opponent of the imaginary enemy is fictional, he will also be stimulated by his insulting behavior and words, thus bursting out with combat power far beyond the normal level.