Chapter 48 Section 8

“Shua——”

In the small bedroom, Lu Yuan, shirtless, punched forward and hit an empty strike.

His fist tore through the air, making a sharp sound.

“12 points of strength.”

After adding points, he tested it privately.

He bench-pressed more than 200 kilograms, and his punching power soared to more than 240 kilograms.

He almost reached the standard of amateur eighth-dan punching power.

Although it still couldn’t reach the crisp sound when Lin Zhiqin hit an empty strike, every punch he threw now was also fierce and impressive.

“Every time I increase my strength by 1 point, it’s almost a 1.5-fold increase, which is very exaggerated…”

“But the reaction force also increased a lot at once, fortunately my physique is strong enough!”

After adding points for such a long time, Lu Yuan also discovered it.

The four basic attributes of strength, agility, physique and intelligence seem to be distinct, but they are actually closely related.

They check and balance each other, and complement each other.

His original idea of ​​adding points to his so-called expertise is probably difficult to achieve at this stage.

Because the human body is not a game character after all, if one ability is particularly outstanding and the four are unbalanced, he may "collapse" before becoming a "superman".

It's like a machine. The gears in the machine are originally tightly matched and work closely together.

If one of them suddenly changes its specifications, the operation of the whole machine will inevitably go wrong.

"There is no way, I can only be a hexagonal warrior."

Lu Yuan stopped punching, put down his hands, and slowly calmed his breathing.

These two days, he went to Mosa to fight with Lin Zhiqin again, and he won easily.

As Lin Zhiqin said, there were no masters in the preliminaries. The one he met last night was knocked down with two kicks.

Not as good as the vest strongman in the first time.

Lu Yuan pulled out a gray cardboard box from under the bed and took out a book from a pile of dusty comics. It was still the "Super Power Machine God Legend 3".

Carefully took out a small stack of green banknotes inside.

Ten thousand yuan!

"With the money I saved before and the scholarship for this final exam, the total is more than 20,000.

When I save 100,000, I'll take it out..."

Lu Yuan didn't want to see Lu Xinghua and Zheng Qiuling getting anxious every other day.

"Huh——"

After putting the money back, Lu Yuan exhaled a breath of foul air.

He stood on the mat and prepared for a few seconds.

Then he clearly saw his pupils dilated, and the whole person fell into a state of almost unconsciousness.

The eighteen movements of the crane pile were repeated one by one in Lu Yuan's hands.

After doing it twice in a row, Lu Yuan came out of the state of [absolute concentration].

With the blessing of the lv3 [absolute concentration] "plug-in", the experience value of the crane pile has been growing steadily.

It is estimated that it will break through lv3 in a few days, and then there will be an increase in attributes.

"Activate, [imaginary enemy]!"

Lu Yuan, who was sweating all over, adjusted his breathing and recovered his strength, and began to conduct actual combat training of consciousness warfare as usual.

A few minutes later, he opened his eyes and punched the air in front of him with a thoughtful look.

Punch.

Punch continuously.

Constantly adjust his strength and punching movements.

After punching dozens of times in a row, he closed his eyes again...

And so on and so forth.

This is now a compulsory course for Lu Yuan every day.

Find Lin Zhiqin and Qin Feng to "send their deaths" in the consciousness space, and then, based on the feeling at the moment "before death", constantly imitate the "killing moves" of the two.

Trying to "reach the sky in one step"!

This process lasted for more than an hour.

When Lu Yuan's face showed uncontrollable fatigue, he got up from the mat and sat back at the desk.

Take out the chocolate that has been prepared in the desk drawer.

Pick up a piece, tear open the wrapping paper, and put it in his mouth.

Lu Yuan flipped through the pile of books at hand, and finally took out a book "Research on Ancient Languages" and put it in front of him and read it slowly.

This book was found in the Jiaoyan City Library.

It records the information and introduction of three ancient languages, two of which were circulated in the Baishan era.

Lu Yuan chose to study in this direction because of this.

The sun was setting in the west.

"Tick-tick-tick--"

The sound of the small alarm clock moving forward.

Lu Yuan closed the book, stood up from the desk, walked to the window and slightly opened the blinds.

A ray of scorching sunlight immediately shone in.

At five o'clock in the afternoon in July, the sun was still hot.

The road, which had been scorched by the scorching sun all day, looked lazy. There were two stray dogs lying next to the trash can at the door of the store downstairs, sticking out their tongues weakly.

Lu Yuan saw a child on the balcony on the second floor of the residential building across the street, carrying a bench and struggling to collect clothes.

He looked for a while and looked away.

[Congratulations, your [student] career level has been upgraded! ]

In an afternoon, I finally brushed up the last twenty or so experience points of the [student] career.

Upgraded to lv5.

I got another 1 attribute point and 1 skill point.

Let’s not talk about attribute points for now. Lu Yuan was struggling with how to add skill points.

It must be added to the core skills, there is no doubt about that.

The key is whether to add [Flash of Inspiration] or [Imaginary Enemy].

On the one hand, he disliked the triggering probability of lv1 [Flash of Inspiration] was too low.

On the other hand, [Imaginary Enemy] cannot be ignored.

This is related to the unlocking of the second core skill of [Fighter].

After weighing the pros and cons, Lu Yuan finally decided to add some [Imaginary Enemy].

After 1 skill point, the original lv1 [Imaginary Enemy] was upgraded to lv2.

Lu Yuan closed his eyes and prepared to try the effect of the upgraded [Imaginary Enemy].

He thought about it and opened his eyes again.

He didn't rest for the whole afternoon of practice and study. He was overworking his brain and felt a little tired now. It wouldn't be too late to try it in the evening or tomorrow.

He walked out of the bedroom and there was no one at home.

He took a shower and changed into clean and refreshing clothes before deciding to go out.

Lin Zhiqin also arranged a match for him tonight.

He was going to the martial arts hall now and would meet Lin Zhiqin after dinner. The time was just right.

After packing up, he went out. When he went downstairs, a woman in her thirties, wearing a white business suit and with a good figure and face, just came up.

Lu Yuan slightly moved aside and noticed that the woman was holding something in her hand.

"Maoba brand strong sticky mouse stickers..."

Lu Yuan saw the things inside the plastic bag clearly, his eyes moved slightly, and he couldn't help asking: "Sister Wang, are there mice at home?"

The young woman was stunned for a moment, smiled at him slightly, nodded and said: "Yes, I don't know why there were mice at home these two days.

I was almost scared to death last night..."

Lu Yuan said "Oh" and didn't ask more.

The young woman surnamed Wang was a tenant living upstairs from his house. She was divorced and had a child. She worked as a clerk in a company in the city center. She knew everyone upstairs and downstairs.

Lu Yuan didn't know if she had blamed their family for the mouse incident in her heart.

Because his family was the only one in the building that opened a grain and oil store, they were the most suspicious.

Going down to the first floor, Lu Yuan went to the warehouse behind the store to take a look.

It was pitch black inside, and he didn't turn on the lights. He could only vaguely see that there seemed to be a few sticky mouse stickers on the stacked rice bags.

But he didn't smell the stench that he didn't want to smell the most.

Lu Yuan felt relieved, closed the door, walked through the store, said hello to his mother Zheng Qiuling and left.

Speaking of which, I don’t know why my sister Lu Jing hasn’t made any noise recently.

Since I went to the hospital to see my grandfather last time and chatted with her via video for a while, I haven’t contacted her much.

I just send a few photos or emoticons occasionally.

........

“Hey…”

A man who looked to be in his early thirties covered his chest and limped through the door.

From time to time, he made a few slight moans of pain.

Lu Yuan looked at him twice, and soon someone walked in quickly and greeted him, “The tenth game will start soon.”

“Okay.”

Lu Yuan put on the three-eyed goat mask in his hand, stood up calmly, and walked out of the preparation room.