Chapter 107 Come, Hit This Way (Monthly Ticket Requested!)

Chapter 108 Come, hit here (monthly votes requested!)

Lu Yuan didn't wait long before Lin Zhiqin came back with a bag of things in his hand.

Behind him were three or four tall and strong young men.

They were probably called from the martial arts hall at this moment, and two of them were still yawning from their afternoon fatigue.

"Huh?"

Lu Yuan unexpectedly saw a familiar face.

It was the boy who was standing at the front desk and chatting with the girl at the front desk when he entered the door.

This man had acne all over his face, so he had an impression of him.

The acne-faced man obviously recognized him, and Lu Yuan nodded to him as a gesture, but the other party turned his face away directly.

"Use this first."

Lin Zhiqin flipped the bag in his hand to the ground and poured out several black sticks more than two feet long.

It was the kind used for security, with solid steel bars hidden inside and a thick layer of rubber wrapped outside.

What is the specific lethality?

Lu Yuan has never been hit and doesn't know.

But since it was brought by Lin Zhiqin, there should be no problem.

"One for each of you, take it yourself."

Lin Zhiqin called a few young men, pointed at Lu Yuan and said to them: "We will use this to hit him later.

But don't hit the vital parts."

"Coach Lin"

A young man with a buzz cut shook the stick in his hand in astonishment, "You are not kidding."

Lin Zhiqin glanced at him coldly, "Just hit me if I tell you to, why are you wasting your words!"

Then he looked at Lu Yuan and said, "Are you ready?"

"Sure."

Lu Yuan moved his body a little, felt in good condition, and nodded.

"Are you sure you don't want to wear protective gear?"

"No."

Lu Yuan glanced at the young men.

These men were not strong, all amateurs among amateurs. If they really missed or hit him in the vital parts, he was confident that he could easily dodge.

Anti-strike training is anti-strike training.

He is not dead.

"Okay."

Lin Zhiqin gave a look to the young men holding sticks, "Go ahead."

Although Lu Yuan himself and Lin Zhiqin had given permission, the young men were still hesitant.

After all, this was a fight for no reason against a person who had nothing to do with him. No matter what the reason was, normal people would have some psychological barriers.

In the end, the acne-faced man was the first to stand up.

He walked up to Lu Yuan with a stick, turned around and glanced at the surveillance camera on the top of the room, and said half-jokingly: "Brother, this is you who asked us to beat you up. Don't blame us if something happens. There are surveillance cameras."

"Yeah."

Lu Yuan nodded, spread his legs slightly, waved to the acne-faced man, and signaled him to start at any time.

"Okay."

The acne-faced man narrowed his eyes, raised his hand suddenly and hit Lu Yuan's arm with a stick.

Lu Yuan snorted lightly, waved his arm, and said calmly: "Continue."

The acne-faced man frowned, followed by another stick.

"Bang-bang-"

The sound of the rubber stick hitting the flesh continued to ring, and the remaining young men were stunned for a while.

Finding that Lin Zhiqin had no reaction, they joined in with sticks one after another.

The beating sounds in the room soon became dense.

"Bang!"

Lu Yuan was hit in the waist and abdomen, and it hurt a little.

But in the past week, he practiced the Spirit Crane Body every day and felt the pain of his skin and flesh being torn.

This little pain was nothing to him.

The few people called by Lin Zhiqin were not very strong, and each hit was only about 100 kilograms.

With his 15-point physique and his successful leather training, he didn't care at all.

While enduring the stick attack, Lu Yuan opened his career panel.

[Spirit Crane Body lv1 (89/100)]

His Spirit Crane Body was almost upgraded to lv2, but the experience value increased a little slowly in the past two days, so he was thinking about whether to use some external pressure stimulation.

Lu Yuan stared at the experience bar of the Spirit Crane Body on the panel.

Suddenly.

The experience value jumped from the original 89 to 90.

"It really works?!"

Lu Yuan was delighted and couldn't help but whispered: "Everyone, please hit harder."

"Hu——"

A stick shadow whistled in, and the sound of breaking through the air became significantly louder.

Lu Yuan used his trapezius muscle to block the blow gently, and felt that the force was still within the tolerable range.

When he looked up, it was the acne-faced man with acne on his face again.

At this time, his lips were tightly pursed and his face was expressionless, which was completely different from his polite appearance before.

With the acne-faced man taking the lead, the other three people's attack force and attack frequency gradually increased.

Lu Yuan seemed to be "beaten up". He forcibly restrained his desire to fight, and watched the experience of the spiritual crane body on the panel increase little by little with bright eyes.

Pain and happiness.

This is probably the feeling.

"Bang!"

The acne-faced man hit Lu Yuan in front of him with a stick.

Feeling the impact transmitted back by the rubber stick hitting the other person's flesh, his eyes unconsciously reflected a bit of pleasure.

It feels great!

There are actually people in this world who actively ask to be beaten. Isn't this a fool!

This is not how martial arts are practiced. Coach Lin's mind is not very clear.

But

Who cares!

Isn't it good enough that someone is begging me to beat him up?

Thinking of this, the pockmarked man hit him with the stick again.

This time he deliberately aimed at the opponent's shoulder. The rubber stick was wrapped with a solid steel bar. If he was hit hard this time, he would suffer.

“Bang!”

Just when he was about to hit, the opponent suddenly leaned forward, and the stick only hit the muscle behind his shoulder.

It was like hitting a thick tire skin, which was far from the expected pleasure of hitting.

The acne-faced man began to feel a little unhappy.

“Damn, I hit you and you dare to hide?”

Unconsciously, he was angry.

“I told you to hide! I told you to hide again!”

Long-term intense exercise caused the blood flow to speed up and the blood to surge.

Perhaps even the acne-faced man himself did not notice that he was getting more and more ruthless and his hands were getting stronger and stronger.

There were even faint bloodshot in his eyes.

This anger triggered a deeper resentment.

The humiliation he had suffered at the front desk before came out all at once.

“With your face, I can’t bite it even with my eyes closed!”

“I’ll give you the movie ticket back, so just give up on this idea.”

The acne-faced man saw from the corner of his eye that Lin Zhiqin’s figure in the training room had disappeared without a trace.

Looking back, he saw Lu Yuan's face, which was slightly wet with sweat, with clear outlines, fair and handsome.

The cold and contemptuous face of the girl at the front desk flashed through his mind, and every pimple on his face seemed to be aching.

A burst of evil thoughts suddenly surged in his heart.

The rubber stick in his hand also quietly changed its direction.

"How is it, he looks handsome, right?"

Handsome?

Handsome to your mother!

Bitch!

This kind of pretty boy. I can beat ten with one hand! !

Thinking of this, the pimple-faced man's eyes were full of anger, and he hit Lu Yuan's head with a stick.

"Bang!"

[Your skill Linghe body is improved, experience value +1]

Accompanied by a new prompt, Lu Yuan watched the lv1 sign behind Linghe silently change to lv2.

In an instant.

Lu Yuan felt that his skin suddenly tightened.

The pain of the beating on his body disappeared instantly.

"Bang-bang-bang-bang"

The heartbeat slowed down, the sound became deeper, and it seemed that a stream of blood that was thicker than before could be pumped out of it.

Did I train my skin? !

"Bang!"

"Pa!"

Two sticks hit my chest and back in succession.

Lu Yuan lowered his head and could only feel a faint pain, as if he was accidentally hit by something insignificant.

"The pain has eased a lot, and my skin seems to have undergone some new changes."

"We have to study it carefully to know how much the defense has increased."

Lu Yuan thought, and was about to ask a few sparring partners to stop.

But at this moment, a stick shadow suddenly whizzed in and hit him in the face

"Bang!"

A strange sound rang out.

The dense and dull beating sound in the room suddenly subsided.

All the sparring young men stopped their movements and stared blankly at the scene in front of them.

The handsome young man who asked them to cooperate with the anti-strike training was standing there with a calm face.

A rubber stick was quietly fixed on the forehead.

The one holding the end of the stick was a ruthless man with acne on his face.

"Liu Liu Xiangyu, you..."

The hoarse voice pulled the acne-faced man back to reality from his immersion.

He woke up from a dream and panicked.

"I... I didn't pay attention. I missed it!"

The acne-faced man took two steps back, not daring to look at the eyes of others, his eyes flickering.

"He told us to hit harder. It's hard to control the force. It's normal to miss it occasionally."

"Fuck!"

A boy next to him shouted, "Hit harder, not to kill you! Didn't you hear what Coach Lin just said?

Buddy, are you okay? We'll take you to the hospital!"

As he said that, he hurried to check the wound on the forehead of the boy in front of him.

Unexpectedly, the boy shook his head and indicated that he was fine.

"He's right. You were indeed too gentle."

"Uh"

The others were stunned, but the acne-faced man seemed to have heard something and suddenly became alert.

"Right, he said it himself, we were too gentle.

I was just following his words, it's none of my business."

The acne-faced man hadn't finished his words yet.

The boy in front of him suddenly looked towards the door of the training room.

Then he took a deep breath.

The next moment.

"Crack, crack--"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of bones, the boy's muscles surged like waves, thick blue veins emerged, and his fair skin turned slightly red and black.

In the blink of an eye, the boy's whole body swelled up and turned into an exaggeratedly strong and majestic figure.

"Huh--"

The boy's thick arms, like a giant python, suddenly stretched out and reached the side of the acne-faced man's face.

The big hand like a palm leaf fan grabbed the back of his neck and head, and pulled him to his side.

"Come on."

The handsome boy pointed at his forehead with his face twisted slightly.

He looked down at the acne-faced man face to face.

He said calmly, word by word, "Use all your strength.

Go ahead and hit him here."

Instantly.

The young men in the huge training room were as quiet as if they were dead.

A few seconds later.

"Pah--"

It was the sound of a rubber stick falling to the ground.

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