"Fuck it!"

I punched nearly fifty punches against the hard wall, and the Arabic number of "10,000" reluctantly fell a number and turned into "9999". My fists were swollen and could not feel the pain. I even suspected that all ten finger bones had broken, and the blood on it fell on the ground that was also hard rock, making people feel extremely tired.

"If this continues, you will be exhausted even before you can explode the health of this wall."

I quietly glanced at the empty underground hall. The instructor was gone, and the rest were desperately punching and kicking at the wall.

In front of a strong man as strong as a polar bear, the health of the wall had dropped to 8,000. He killed more than a thousand points, and his strength was terrifying.

Of course he is not the strongest. The strongest one is a middle-aged man with a medium figure and not stunning appearance. The health of the wall in front of him has dropped to more than 6,700. The middle-aged man's punch and kick have an indescribable sense of fierceness, which makes people feel numb when they see it. Among these devilish guys, I may be the weakest one.

When I was in school, sports were always the best, running, high jump, long jump, basketball, football, there was no worse sports than people, and fighting was my strength. The nickname of the five underground groups in nearby junior high schools was not in vain.

I never thought that one day I would find myself out of weakness. In this group of terrifying killing machines, I am like a weak lamb.

"If this continues, even if you can survive today, you will not survive tomorrow. You will die here sooner or later and you will have no chance to avenge your parents."

I felt a little anxious and depressed in my heart, and my eyes suddenly lit up. I saw those people who were beaten to death and were seriously injured. No one had to clean up the dead bodies at all. They were still lying on the ground, but gradually became cold, and the blood stains on my body had dried up. The seriously injured were just waiting to take their last breath, and no one had ever thought of treating them.

I left the occupied place, found a remote corner close to some guy whose neck was twisted by a person, put my palm on the ground, and let the golden shroud slowly extend from the ground.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I actually found that this golden shroud was a piece long.

The golden shroud crawled closer to the corpse, and countless tiny granulations emerged, beginning to swallow flesh and blood. Every time it swallowed a little bit of flesh and blood, my physical strength that had fallen to the limit was recovered, and the physical trauma began to slowly recover.

My hands that had lost consciousness suddenly started to hurt, which was a sign that my injuries began to recover. Then I heard a slight crackling sound of bone reorganization coming from my hands. My hands, which were already so damaged that they could not see a piece of flesh, began to grow flesh again.

After about half an hour, all my strength had recovered, and the injuries on my body were almost intact. The corpse became as if it had been dead for half a year, making people reluctant to take a look at it. I quietly took back the golden shroud, which was still reluctant to leave, and stood in front of the wall that belonged to me again.

This time it was much better than before. I only used more than thirty punches to knock out the health of the wall a little, and turned into "9998".

This result is still very bad. According to my progress, it is impossible to explode the health of this wall before noon, but at least it has made progress.

My idea is very simple. As long as you make progress, you can complete this arduous and extraordinary training sooner or later.

During the third "rest", the middle-aged man with a medium figure and not stunning appearance stopped his fists and feet, quietly walked to me, and whispered: "Are you the person Xu Fu mentioned?"

I was slightly surprised and took back the golden shroud without any trace.

Before I could ask him how he knew Xu Fu, the middle-aged man suddenly reached out and pressed his hand, and the hard concrete floor immediately cracked the spider-web-like patterns. I never thought that I could meet the legendary "martial arts master" in the dark training camp. Just looking at his hand, it was enough to shock the world, but the middle-aged man didn't care at all, just staring at me with a sharp look.

The momentum of this middle-aged man had completely calmed down the scene, so I could only nod in a daze.

The middle-aged man whispered: "I will teach you seven postures. These seven postures are the attack methods that are most verified by modern kinematics. You can do what I teach, and as long as you work hard enough, you can have lunch in a month!"

"A month? Is this kind of training every day? I will starve to death before lunch!"

The middle-aged man looked at me deeply, without explaining anything, but just stood up and gestured several positions.

These postures are very simple, and I can only remember them at a glance, but I don’t believe what the mystery of these seven seemingly ordinary postures can have. After doing these postures, the middle-aged man left without saying a word, making me unsure of what purpose he had.

I thought to myself: "Maybe Xu Fu asked this middle-aged man, so he came to help me? But what's the use of such a pose that seven ordinary children as old as three years old know? Any few military boxing tricks are more effective than this."

I muttered a few words in secret, and after almost recovering my physical strength, I walked towards my own wall. Although I don’t believe that there is anything special about such ordinary seven postures, when I stood in front of the wall, I still couldn’t help but try these seven postures, straight punching the left straight punch, right elbow, right elbow, straight kicking, side kicking, and turning around.

Soon I discovered that these seven attack postures are indeed much more effective than messy strikes. As my proficiency increases, after a few hours, I can kill a little health in almost every ten attacks.

I have always been very talented in fighting. After getting familiar with these seven postures, I can also turn these seven postures into a series of attacks without any instruction.

I was so excited that someone had already completed this training program one after another.

The first one to complete was the middle-aged man who taught me seven postures. The second to the fifth one were all a group of foreigners who looked like wild animals than humans, one of whom was still a majestic black man. Anyway, with my poor anthropological common sense, it was impossible to distinguish whether these guys were Americans, British, French, Russians, or Italians. To me, all whites are the same, and all blacks are the same. So who ranked what rankings did not mean anything to me. What makes more sense to me was just the lunch later.
Chapter completed!