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After practicing boxing, practice legs.

Professor Bombing Bear also has a very simple job, with three whip legs, including upper, middle and lower legs, plus side kicks.

"Bang!"

Wang Yan pulled out a low whip leg, and the sound of the hit was muffled and crisp, and the giant sandbag shook. A number appeared on the monitor, 603 kilograms.

If the bones that have not been trained for a lot of exercise are sucked, they will definitely be broken by this whip leg.

"Very good, keep going!" said the roaring bear with bright eyes, "Only by constantly training, you can practice the cost of hitting skills and exert the maximum strength. Don't you have the essence of inner alchemy? Squeeze all your physical strength and inject it again, and the effect will be fully exerted."

Wang Yan sweated heavily and was extremely tired, but he always insisted on training. Because he knew very well that if he was not strong, let alone making more money to let his parents live a good life, he might have to let two old men give birth to a black man.

Two hours later, Wang Yan replenished food and water and began to train another subject, speed, reaction, and avoidance.

In that training room, the four of them occupied one side, including Blade Bear, Scud, Instructor Wu, and Wu Ya'an Ge. In front of each of them, there was a machine that looked like a turret.

"Wang Yan, I heard from Bo Xiong that you are in good condition today, let's jump to 150 kilometers." Wu Ya'an Ge smiled and patted the "fort" in front of him, pursing his lips with evil and excited expression.

"No?" Wang Yan, who was wearing only a pair of underwear and exposed his delicate muscles, stood in the middle of the room, and said bitterly, "Sister An Ge, isn't it too cruel?"

His muscles are not like the lumps of flesh that come out of the gym, but are full of streamlined shapes. Each muscle fiber contains violent explosive power.

"That's right, your sister Nanlian is on a business trip." Wu Ya'an Ge said evilly, "If you accidentally hurt you, you have no place to cry and drink milk, how cruel."

"Soldiers can be killed but not humiliated. The witches, come on any means." Wang Yan knew that if he continued, he would say something messy about the witches. They couldn't hide, so it would be better to be more comfortable.

"Bang!"

Wuya Ange hit the button and a tennis ball burst out from the "barrel" and exploded at Wang Yan at a speed of up to 150 kilometers per hour.

Only more than ten meters away, the sight of ordinary people could not capture the movement of tennis. However, Wang Yan just shook his upper body slightly, and the tennis ball flew over to his chest, and then fell to the intercepting network.

"Bang bang bang ~"

The other three people also started the "fort" while being excited. As Boom said, Wang Yan seemed to be in good condition today. Every step forward, turning around, and shaking was like flowing, without any awkwardness.

The high-speed tennis balls were almost always flying over his body one or two centimeters. He was like a dancer, dancing gently in the middle of the venue, so comfortable and natural.

Moreover, those tennis turrets are not fixed. They are equipped with wheels and can shoot in circles and change the strike angle.

"This kid has made too fast progress. He is just playing tricks on us?" After several consecutive shots were lost, he began to sow discord. "An Ge, I can't even endure it if you can tolerate it."

"Accelerate to 200 kilometers." Wu Ya'ange had already put away his smile and said gritting his teeth, "Give him a good massage."

The speed has increased significantly again, and Wang Yan can't stand it anymore.

After dodging for a while, the tennis ball hit his lower abdomen hard. This was a speed of 200 kilometers per hour, and this hit was no less than a punch from a professional boxer.

The pain was so painful that he almost vomited out the bitter gallbladder.

"Bang!"

Another hit his leg, and the impact force made him take two steps back, and his muscles and legs were incredibly painful.

He dared not be careless, so he took 120,000 points of attention and avoided with all his strength. But even so, at least one-third of them could not escape and kept hitting every part of his body, chest, shoulders, legs, neck, and even head.

Sure enough, training for newcomers is a nightmare. Wang Yan kept moving and breaking in pain. No wonder that Guan Nuo, when he heard that he asked her to train, he was so scared that he ran home.

This kind of training is really not something that humans can do.

In fact, Wang Yan didn't know that his indexes had already perfectly exceeded the basic training indicators of newcomers. Advanced intensive training began five days ago.

Actually, it’s right to think about it. If it were an ordinary newcomer, Instructor Wu would be able to handle it alone. What are the other superpowers really doing when they are full and have nothing to do, so they can play with each other every day?

Even they want to see how strong is Wang Yan, a perverted boy, after one month of training?

Tennis hitting training is a classic training subject. It not only improves the ability to respond, avoid, etc., but also produces the ability to resist hitting through a large number of hits on the body and bones.

Just like bones, after continuous hitting and tempering, the bone trabecula will continue to break, and then a higher density and powerful bone resistance will grow.

After being ravaged for two hours, Wang Yan didn't know how many times he was hit, but in the end he really had no strength and collapsed to the ground.

"Oh, little brother is not good at this? Can you still get up?" As he became more and more familiar, Wu Ya'an Ge's speech in front of Wang Yan became more and more explicit. The whole demon gangster was.

"Even if I kill me, I won't get up." Wang Yan's whole body swelled, and he couldn't even move a finger. The muscles and bones of his body seemed to be broken by countless hammers.

"Men, it's useless." Wu Ya'ange walked over enchantingly, picked up a syringe, and said excitedly and evilly, "Come on, sister, I'll give you a shot."

The Scud not far away swallowed his saliva with a buzz, and said enviously and jealously: "Nan Lian is so generous to this kid. This is the essence of inner alchemy. I have never used it."

"Who told you to look premature? "Bao Xiong also said with some envy, "A young man with sunny appearance and personality is indeed very popular. Haven't you seen Wu Ya'an Ge look like he wants to eat him alive and clean him all day?"

"Do you two want to die?" Wu Ya'ange helped Wang Yan inject a dose of inner alchemy essence, and glanced at him obliquely.

The Explosive Bear and Scud were suddenly silent.

But Wang Yan here soon fell into even more pain, and every inch of muscle and bone were painful and itchy. This feeling was even more uncomfortable than when he was transformed by meteor matter.

In fact, the transformation of meteor matter to Wang Yan had stopped six days ago.

“Ah~”

Wang Yan rolled all over the ground and screamed in pain.

"Boy, hold on. One injection is millions, and I can't use it even if I want to use it. Tsk tsk, with your abnormal physique, after completely absorbing this dose of inner alchemy essence, your physical fitness will improve by leaps and bounds again, right?"

"Xiao Yan, resisting pain is a good opportunity to temper your willpower." Baoxiong also said on the sidelines, "Grudge your teeth and don't faint."

"Little brother, you must dare to faint." Wu Ya'an Ge said with red lips and slender fingers, "Don't blame my sister for doing something ashamed to you."

"I understand!" Wang Yan gritted his teeth and cursed angrily, "You are so long-winded."

Resist, Wang Yan kept resisting.

It didn't seem like it was the first time he woke up. At that time, he was too weak and had a poor will, so he just surrendered and fainted.

But this time, he would not, nor would he allow himself to faint again. Because fainting is a self-evasion mechanism for the weak.

Wang Yan felt that every piece of flesh and blood and every inch of his skin seemed to be covered with dense ants, crawling and gnawing.

Severe pain, numbness and itch! Wang Yan rolled all over the ground and howled.

This extremely tormenting pain lasted for an hour. When the severe pain and itch retreated like a tide, Wang Yan felt like he was reborn in the ashes, and every cell seemed to be reborn, full of vitality and power.

The bones crackled and brittle, and Wang Yan almost moaned comfortably.

With a punch, the air was squeezed instantly, making a muffled "pop".
Chapter completed!