Chapter 52 Chapter 52

How do I get started? When I was eating teppanyaki yesterday, Bruce, who was always happy with me, was very rare. He took the initiative to discuss the strategy of capturing the king with me. Presumably he thought that this time the game should not only be played wonderfully, but also move people. Still have to win. I stood up and shook the drops of water off my face. "If I change my tactics, and I dodge every punch from him as an unstoppable man, will the tide of the battle turn around?" I asked. I went to the empty gasoline can and felt the rusted iron. "Forget it, Yujiro's feet are fast and nimble, and his fists are like two fucking cannons. With his experience, it's too easy to catch you." Bruce said honestly: "And don't forget, It’s because you don’t dodge or evade, that’s why you maintain your stamina much more than your opponents, once you start spending your stamina and thinking about dodging punches, you won’t have that kind of shit stamina to last until the ninth round.”

"Yes." I was a little annoyed. "But then again, if you dodge the only punch in the room at a critical moment, there may be a gap." Bruce pointed to his face. "And then?" I asked. I patted the barrel wall and shook my head. not enough. Far from enough. "Except for his face, Yujiro has almost no flaws all over his body. His muscles are like burning his body with a welding torch. There is absolutely no way to beat him by tricks. You need a good punch that can smash all his defenses." Bruce said bluntly. . I walked out of the ironworks, a concrete brick wall standing inexplicably next to a big tree.

"What kind of good punch?" I asked. I touched the cement brick wall, which was thick and hard. It was originally a pressure-resistant wall used to store oil. "Even a Superman guy can't resist a punch." Bruce clenched his fist and said excitedly: "One punch smashed his cross defense, hit his face, and let him fly off the stage." I close my eyes and let my fingers feel the tenacious life force of this thick wall. "Uncle Lightning?" I said slowly.The thick walls answered me coldly. "What's the matter?" Lightning Stranger was building a fire.

"If there was a kind of fist that could break a wall, would it be enough to knock you down young?" I opened my eyes and nudged the wall with my fingers. "Pressure-resistant wall? The kind of power that can destroy even a fist is enough to knock down any hero superman." The Lightning Stranger smiled. I said to the wall, "It's you." After eating the brook prawns and tilapia that the Lightning Stranger stunned from the stream for dinner, I took advantage of the remaining campfire and made some changes to the anti-stress wall. The champion was three centimeters taller than me, so I measured it on the wall and made a mark at about the bridge of my nose.

No, it should be lower. "A tenth of a second after the boxing champion threw his punches, the nose was probably here." I redid the marks, and then glued the pads one by one to the marks on the pressure-resistant wall, and punched a few times lightly. A total of five pads were added until the fist was softly protected. "What are you going to do?" asked Flash Stranger, clearing away the dishes. "I don't practice anything, just practice this posture." I lowered the center of gravity of my body, clamped my left fist in front of my face, stepped back with my right foot, stepped forward with my left foot heavily, and swept my right fist across my body from my waist On top, brush!

The pads shook a bit, and the walls were of course intact. I said: "I still have two months to strengthen everything necessary for this punch, including the muscular balance, speed, explosive power, and courage to destroy the fist that this pose requires. Learn it in two months." Lightning Stranger nodded and said, "I understand what you mean, you want to practice this rigid posture regularly." I said: "That's right, I haven't practiced any defense or attack other than this movement in the past two months, because my script is very simple. I just grit my teeth and do nothing except fall down and get up again." , lasted until the ninth round, dodged the boxing champion's punch, and then looked at his surprised expression and stuffed the punch on his nose."

The Flash climbed up the tree, lay down on the hammock I made for him, and said, "Then the game's over, belt in hand, and you're one step closer to Sonic." "I don't think about it that much." I patted my head and let my thoughts focus on the boring exercises. Aristotle lay on the ground chattering in every possible way, watching me keep swinging this punch, and the ordinary trajectory was drawn from my waist to the wall. Aristotle saw sleepy eyes and snoring sleep with. "I'm sorry, my injuries haven't healed yet, and I'll fight you in a month." I continued to bend over and punch, looked at Aristotle in the moonlight, and said, "I got one hundred and fifty Ten thousand appearance fee, I will definitely treat you to eat one hundred delicious roast rabbits."

Under the moonlight, the Lightning Stranger also fell asleep shortly afterwards, leaving only the muffled sounds of fists on the wall. Simplify the complex and practice a thousand times. All I could see was the bull's-eye on the upholstery. So I dare not close my eyes, I am deeply afraid that I will see Sister Xinxin in white gauze, holding a large bouquet of red roses in her hands, and the church bells echoing all around. Until he punched nothing and fell to the ground to sleep.