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In the darkness, lines of small words of ice crystals appeared:

"The Rift has an independent flow of time."

"The first time you enter, you must consume your strength."

"All your soul power, wish power, and half of your merits have been provided to the secret realm."

"Current remaining soul power: 2/35;"

"Remaining willpower: 0;"

"The remaining merit is 28."

All the small print disappeared in a flash.

All the darkness quickly gathered together, turned into a striking line, and disappeared from Wu Xiaode's eyes.

The world appears.

Wu Xiaode found himself standing in front of a martial arts hall.

There are two lines written on the red lacquer gate of the martial arts hall:

"First pass, first entry."

"You've chosen boxing as your main fighting style, but you've never been trained in orthodox boxing, so you need to learn it from scratch."

As soon as Wu Xiaode read it, these two lines disappeared.

The door opens.

A strong man came out and waved at Wu Xiaode.

"Master said someone is coming from outside, is that you?"

"…Yes."

"Come in with me."

The strong man took Wu Xiaode into the martial arts hall and all the way to the Yanwu Hall.

I saw a middle-aged man with a long beard standing on the ring, and said to the strong man:

"You go down."

"Yes, Master." The strong man stepped back.

"You, come up." The middle-aged man said.

Wu Xiaode walked into the ring according to his words.

"Don't be nervous, this is our time and space, and you temporarily switched from the other end of time and space through the secret realm method - from now on, I will teach you the basic boxing skills." The middle-aged man said.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, I followed you to practice martial arts today, but I still don't know what to call it?" Wu Xiaode said with a fist.

He could feel the soul power fluctuations in the opponent's body.

The strength of soul power is even inferior to himself.

but--

Some things can't be just based on soul power.

There is something in the other person that he does not have, and he has always longed for it.

Boxing heritage!

finally.

I can officially learn boxing.

- This is my childhood dream.

"Don't ask, there are thousands of people like me in the world. I teach you boxing skills for nothing else. I just hope that you will treat thousands of other people like me in the future." The middle-aged man said.

Wu Xiaode was in awe, clasped his fists again and said, "Yes."

The middle-aged man took a few steps and asked, "How long have you been practicing boxing?"

"Three-no, four days." Wu Xiaode said.

The middle-aged man was a little surprised.

Wu Xiaode added: "I met Ling's teaching, and suddenly I learned the boxing technique. There are more actual fights these days."

The middle-aged man nodded and said:

"Since there is a spiritual teaching, there will be no problem with the moves, but it is still just a castle in the air."

"I also ask your Excellency for advice." Wu Xiaode said.

"All boxing techniques start with practice - if you don't lay a solid foundation, no matter how magnificent the castle in the sky is, there will still be a day when it will collapse."

The middle-aged man pointed at the humanoid practice target and said, "From now on, you have to practice straight punches here. You are not allowed to use any soul power until you hit a billion punches."

Wu Xiaode said: "Yes, but my time—"

"Don't think about time, the power of the secret realm is on you, and you only just counted your breath when you went back." The middle-aged man said.

At the same time, a small line of ice crystals appeared on the Book of the Dead:

"Don't worry about the passage of time."

Wu Xiaode has nothing to worry about.

He walked to the human-shaped training target, recalled the technique of straight punching, and reached out to punch.

thump.

The humanoid practice target made a loud noise.

"With your physical fitness, you should eat once every two days, rest once every seven days, and sleep once every twelve days." The middle-aged man said.

"Yes." Wu Xiaode said.

he continues

Punch.

The middle-aged man looked at it for a while, and then said: "You can't punch fast, don't be in a hurry, you must experience every punch carefully."

"Yes."

Wu Xiaode stood in front of the humanoid practice target, slowed down, and kept hitting.

Middle-aged men would come to point him from time to time.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the seasons change.

Year by year.

Whether it was a violent storm or heavy snow, Wu Xiaode always stood in front of the target and kept punching.

He punched punch after punch, and at the end, he gradually forgot everything around him.

Time keeps moving forward.

fifteenth year.

The middle-aged man appeared again, looked at it for a while, and said:

"Right now the punches can go faster."

"Yes."

Wu Xiaode Road.

Another ten years passed.

"Slow down on punching, slower than in the beginning."

"Yes."

Three more years.

One day, Wu Xiaode was still boxing.

"stop."

The middle-aged man finally said.

Wu Xiaode stopped as he said.

"One billion punches are full." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Please continue to teach me the next boxing." Wu Xiaode said.

"Do you know why I want you to hit a billion punches?" the middle-aged man asked.

"I don't know." Wu Xiaode said.

"In boxing, there is a simple truth - when the amount of practice you have reached a certain height, your boxing will naturally be different. This is what everyone knows, 'quantitative change leads to qualitative change,' said the middle-aged man. .

"Since everyone knows it, everyone can do it." Wu Xiaode said.

"No, knowing doesn't mean doing it, being able to do it is the beginning of practice."

"Yes."

Wu Xiaode felt it quietly.

Now, straight punches have become a part of his life. Punching is like an instinct, and the strength, angle, placement, and effect of each punch have completely surfaced in his mind.

"If a person has no talent, he can't become a peerless master, but after the baptism of quantitative changes, he can still become a pretty good boxer."

"As for you—"

"You are the inheritor of Human Emperor Boxing, and I also believe in that spirit's judgment."

"So I will be stricter with you."

"Thank you, Your Excellency." Wu Xiaode said.

"Starting today, practice swing boxing and punch a billion times." The middle-aged man said.

"Yes."

Wu Xiaode took a step forward and started punching at the target.

Time goes on.

Next, he also practiced various fighting moves such as uppercuts, jabs, punches, and elbows.

After all the movements have been practiced, practice the legs again.

Lastly is the combo punch.

The disciples of the martial arts hall came and went, but he was the only one who stayed in the martial arts hall.

Occasionally when they stopped to rest, those disciples would also say something about this world.

There are monsters in this world.

Human beings have been attacked by demons and have suffered a lot.

So the martial arts hall is always full of people.

Everyone wants to learn boxing to protect themselves and their families in troubled times.

time flies.

Finally one day-

There was a lot of noise outside the martial arts hall, and there were even endless spell fluctuations.

Wu Xiaode woke up from the immersed state of martial arts practice.

The middle-aged man stood beside him.

"Your Excellency, what happened?" Wu Xiaode clasped his fists.

"The monster is coming - we'll be evacuating this place soon, but you don't need to worry about it."

The middle-aged man went on to say, "In the past 100 years, your boxing skills have already laid a solid foundation. With a solid foundation, you will achieve something in the future. I have nothing to teach you."

"—You go." Wu Xiaode was silent.

He looked around and found that a single disciple was gone.

All have left.

Do not.

There were bursts of blood outside the martial arts hall, accompanied by the roars and screams of human men, and the desperate weeping, whimpering, and screaming of women.

boom--

The tall buildings in the distance collapsed.

Firelight illuminates the sky.

Wu Xiaode took a few breaths and said:

"Master, I'm leaving."

"You don't need to call me Master." The middle-aged man shook his head.

"You taught me boxing for thousands of people in the future, no matter what, you are my master." Wu Xiaode said.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "As it is said, you will have many masters in the future."

"What Master taught me, I will pass on to future generations."

"Well, that's fine, it's not in vain for me to teach you a lesson - you go."

Wu Xiaode turned around, walked slowly off the ring, and walked towards the front door.

"Wait - the monster is almost at the front door, don't go out from there, go through the back door, and leave our world." The middle-aged man said loudly.

Wu Xiaode said, "I came from the front door, so naturally I have to go from the front door."

"There are too many monsters, and this city can't be saved, unless there are thousands of troops and horses to protect this place - so if you can't get through, and you will die here, then you have learned a martial arts in vain."

The middle-aged man persuaded seriously.

Thousands of troops…

Wu Xiaode smiled, put on the gloves, and said softly:

"To tell the truth from Master, I learn martial arts just for this moment, regardless of life or death, it's not a waste of time to use it at this time."

He pushed open the door.

The long street outside the door is full of monsters.

Bloody eyes.

A magic cow more than three meters high rushed towards the gate of the martial arts hall.

Wu Xiaode put on a boxing frame, UU reading www.uukanshu.com took a step forward and struck a punch against the void.

Straight punch.

When this punch came out, there was an insight in his heart.

Once the punch has been released, you can immediately determine the location of the bull's punch, the degree of damage, the follow-up reaction, and how to deal with it.

It was an unpretentious, but almost inexplicable punch.

The Demon Bull rushed straight to the front of his fist, centering his forehead impartially, and his huge body was shocked, and it actually floated in mid-air.

- The skill of force, almost miraculous.

Wu Xiaode was expressionless and punched again.

Straight punch, straight punch, straight punch, swing punch, uppercut, jab.

Every punch looked bland, but the demonic bull broke out with a terrifying howl, and rolled out backwards, knocking countless demons flying along the way.

More monsters looked towards this side one after another.

Wu Xiaode was not afraid, closed his fist, turned around and bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man:

"Master."

"The disciple can't even pay the tuition for the first half of his life, so he can only hang out on the streets."

"Now I am fortunate to have the master to teach martial arts. Today, the disciples know how to get started in boxing, and I have always been grateful."

"Today, the living beings here are ruined, if there are no thousands of troops and horses to resist the demons for this city-"

"A disciple is an army of thousands of horses."

After he finished speaking, he walked out of the gate of the martial arts hall and walked along the long street to the densely packed monsters.

Taking a step, a pair of bronze hands appeared behind him, clenching their fingers into fists.

Pairs of bronze hands emerged one after another, clenched into fists, and appeared in the void behind him, lined up like lotuses in full bloom.

Countless bronze hands appeared behind him, like thousands of human race masters who had come from the future to fight side by side with him.

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