The long silver-white hair scattered on the wide and thick shoulders like a waterfall, the face as sharp as a rock, and the deep eyes flashed with a bright green light. The upper body was naked, and the solid muscles were like raised stones, with twisted roots. The legs wrapped in fiery red steel armor were slender and strong, supporting the majestic body of Angzang, like the god of war in a computer game, giving people a mountain-like unshakable momentum.

The appearance of light and shadow becomes clearer and clearer, and gradually becomes a real body.

Feng Zhaoyuan retreated in horror, looked around, and quietly prepared for the route to escape.

"Welcome to the trainees who have been tested for monster assassination."

The man like the God of War did not launch any attack on Feng Zhaoyuan, and made no sounds in his mouth, without any human feelings.

"I believe you are already quite interested in fighting at this moment."

Feng Zhaoyuan's heart moved. When he was dealing with danger just now, he always adopted the strategy of avoiding the real and dodging, and his pace and posture were just a natural reaction guided by a mysterious force in his body, and there was no fighting skill at all. The other party's words really aroused his desire for fighting.

"Who are you?"

Feng Zhaoyuan asked tentatively.

“I’m a complex of all the fighting essences.”

"I do not understand."

The other party explained mechanically: "I am equivalent to a virtual robot, and have been inputted into all fighting and fighting programs from ancient and modern times, China and abroad. Any student sent here will teach me fighting skills."

Feng Zhaoyuan then breathed a sigh of relief and completely let go of her vigilance.

"Fighting is the most reasonable use of every part of the body. Fist, foot, elbow, knee, and head can all become a weapon for attack. Be sure to use the most effective, simplest and most destructive method to give the enemy a fatal blow."

The man like a war god said: "Please note that I will launch an attack on you with primary combat power, so that you can deepen your understanding of fighting skills in actual combat."

Feng Zhaoyuan was slightly shocked, and the other party flew sideways and kicked Feng Zhaoyuan's lower abdomen like lightning.

Feng Zhaoyuan flashed flexibly to the left, and the opponent's right fist immediately hit his face. The kicked leg naturally landed on the ground, sweeping Feng Zhaoyuan's ankle like lightning.

"Pay attention to the continuity of the offense!"

The man like a god of war pointed at Feng Zhaohara while launching a storm-like attack. His fists and feet carried suffocating terrifying power, forcing Feng Zhaohara to dodge left and right.

Although Feng Zhaohara was completely at a disadvantage, her steps were strange and her posture was agile. Every time she was avoided by him with incredible actions when she hit him.

Over time, Feng Zhaoyuan naturally understood some fighting skills, such as a simple punch-strike that can have three or four changes. With the direction, speed, strength and the position of the punch, the effect of the punch is also different. In order to prevent the opponent from counterattack, it is necessary to try to reduce flaws when attacking and make corresponding defensive strategies.

"Now is an attack of intermediate combat power."

The opponent said in a muffled voice, the power of his fists and feet gradually increased, and his speed was more than twice as fast as before. The elbow strikes, knee strikes, and various attacks were dazzling. But his speaking speed was still steady and slow, and he kept telling Feng Zhaoyuan the fighting technique.

Feng Zhaoyuan felt that the pressure around him was getting heavier and heavier, and there were fists and feet rotating like windmills everywhere. While he wanted to avoid the opponent's attack, he also had to remember the opponent's moves and try to absorb and understand them as much as possible. Although Feng Zhaoyuan's IQ was astonishingly high, he couldn't help feeling dizzy and exhausted at this moment.

The other party suddenly retracted his fist and retreated. Feng Zhaoyuan suddenly felt relaxed and breathed a long sigh of relief. His whole body was almost paralyzed, and he only managed to hold on with his tenacious will to barely maintain his current standing posture.

"Human potential is infinite. Only by pushing oneself to the limit can one obtain a breakthrough."

The man like the God of War said expressionlessly: "Fighting requires constant hard training, and there is no shortcut."

"When will the end be the practice?"

Fengzhaohara asked, wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"The question you asked has not been set in the program, and I cannot answer it."

The other party said mutely: "Please be prepared, I will launch an attack of the highest combat power."

As soon as he finished speaking, the opponent had already punched him.

This time his boxing technique changed, with a seemingly thunderous movement. When Feng Zhaoyuan resisted, he suddenly became weak and powerful. A gentle and casual blow forced Feng Zhaoyuan to come, but suddenly burst out with amazing power. Every punch and every kick became virtual and real, without any trace, and it was difficult for Feng Zhaoyuan to detect the attacked part.

After several moves, Feng Zhaoyuan was forced to retreat repeatedly.

"Remember, offense is the best defense!"

The man with a god of war said with expressionless expression, his punch was as fast as thunder, slashing Feng Zhaoyuan's black hair soared backwards.

Feng Zhaoyuanxin realized something, and suddenly his body leaned back and fell to the ground. His feet poked out like a venomous snake, hooked the other person's legs, and tweened them hard.

The opponent's legs remained motionless like steel pillars. The right fist was filled with the sound of wind and suddenly hit it downward, approaching Feng Zhaoyuan's chest.

With a "bang", Feng Zhaoyuan finally got a punch, and his body bounced from the ground and knocked out backwards.

"The highest level of fighting is an unconscious feeling. With pure instinct to attack and defend, you will find that any simple or complex technique will become redundant."

The voice of the man like a god of war gradually weakened, and his body turned into countless shining spots of light and quickly passed away.

Feng Zhaoyuan slowly got up from the ground, and was very surprised. The moment the opponent's heavy punch touched Feng Zhaoyuan's chest, he had already twisted his body and avoided it. However, despite this, the opponent's fist wind that had rubbed Feng Zhaoyuan's fist and still knocked him down heavily.

The complex with the essence of fighting is indeed well-deserved.

Feng Zhaoyuan began to think about each move that the other party had just made, and stood up from time to time, trying to digest everything he had just learned in the shortest time.

Time passed without realizing it, Feng Zhaoyuan was immersed in the wonderful fighting world, completely forgetting everything.

The liquid around began to surge like waves and slowly flowed forward.

Feng Zhaoyuan pondered his head and thought about the other party’s message before his disappearance, and felt it was difficult to understand. Just imagine that fighting is a conscious behavior. The use of moves must be thought through the brain. How can it become an unconscious instinct? Besides, the use of skills is crucial to a rookie like him who is just a beginner in fighting, so how can it be redundant?

The sound of water suddenly came into his ears. Feng Zhaoyuan then raised his head as if he had woken up from a dream. The liquid flowing under his feet suddenly accelerated, like a wild horse with its reins off, rushing forward frantically.

The deafening sound of water was thrilling, and the fog was rippling in front of me. A giant white waterfall was standing in front of me. Thousands of water flowed like an avalanche rolling down. The wind shone without any reaction, but was washed into the waterfall and fell downwards.

The rapids of high speed hit the back, like thousands of heavy hammers hitting, Feng Zhaoyuan's eyes turned black and he almost fainted from the pain.

With a "bang", the water flow carried Feng Zhaoyuan into a deep pool, and the snow-like waves splashed high. Feng Zhaoyuan sank with the waves, and then his hands and feet moved upwards, looking at the majestic waterfall in front of him in a daze.

It seemed as if the shiny Milky Way was hanging down, and the waterfall hit the sky hundreds of feet high, with a huge momentum. It passed through the cliffs on both sides and turned into countless splashing white arrows. The speed, shape and trajectory of each water flow were different, and it changed in the sun, moving and moving, like the unpredictable fists and feet of a war god man.

This extremely spectacular natural scene, in Feng Zhaoyuan's eyes, seemed to be intimately consistent with the fighting.

Feng Zhaoyuan's eyes shone, swam closer, and reached out and raised his feet to imitate the splashing posture of the water flow. At this moment, he had to understand the movement of the water flow, understand the fighting skills he had just learned, and maintain his body balance so that he could float on the water surface. At the beginning, Feng Zhaoyuan always gestured twice, then he sank down and swallowed a few mouthfuls of cold pool water. Later, he was gradually able to distract himself from the two uses and float steadily on the water surface. Each move was knocked out faintly, which contained some subtle balance, which seemed to be attacking and defending, as if he was moving and still, as if he was swimming in a strange posture.

Feng Zhaoyuan was infatuated and shouted loudly. Every move and every sentence taught by the man of the God of War flowed through his heart extremely clearly, and it seemed to turn into a passionate waterfall in front of him, uniting with him.

He seemed to have turned into a stream of water, splashing, turning into a surging waterfall, roaring, dancing wildly between the sunshine in the sky and in the vast embrace of nature!

After a long time, Feng Zhao stopped and gasped.

The sky gradually faded, and the gorgeous clouds in the sky slowly dissipated. The dusk was like dark wings, quietly covering everything.

After the intense exercise, a very quiet feeling arose in Feng Zhaoyuan's heart.

His eyes fell on the pool. Although the waterfall rushed down angrily, the pool remained in its original state, opened its heart and safely accommodated the turbulent and flying water.

Waterfalls and pools, every movement and static, create a mysterious contrast.

This is a unique artistic conception that can only be understood but cannot be expressed. At the moment when the day and night alternate, a painting that deeply embodies the mystery of heaven and earth slowly unfolds in front of Feng Zhaoyuan.

Feng Zhaoyuan suddenly felt a vast force like a universe. Compared with this force, the fighting skills he had just realized were so small and ridiculous.

How can human power compete with the power of heaven?

The inexplicable power in the body seemed to be summoned by some kind of summoning, subtly changing.

Time passes silently.

The world finally became dark.

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly there was a heavy undercurrent behind me. Feng Zhaoyuan turned around and saw waves rolling, waves splashing everywhere, and a huge monster as big as a mountain slowly floated on the green pond.

The monster's head, snake's neck, turtle's back, leopard tail, and the monster's protruding eyes were red like two balls of fire, staring at Feng Zhaoyuan.

Feng Zhaohara couldn't help but feel numb, she clenched her fists, and thought to herself that another fierce battle was about to begin.

Unexpectedly, the monster did not launch any attack on Feng Zhaoyuan, nodded to him, with no violent sensation in his eyes.

Feng Zhaoyuan was secretly surprised. The monster slowly swam to him, drooping his long neck gently, and the turtle's back slightly bowed, as if signaling Feng Zhaoyuan to sit on its body.

Feng Zhaoyuan was immediately excited and thought that if the monster wanted to harm him, he would have been able to start a long time ago. He leaned on its back, and even if it suddenly had a crazy attack, he could still try to escape. With this in mind, he immediately jumped on the back of the beast, aiming at the beast's neck with both hands to prevent any accidents.

The monster shook its tail and swam forward with Feng Zhaoyuan.
Chapter completed!