I Was Once a Legend

boom--!

An adult man of nearly 90 kilograms was thrown on the floor of the training room by a back. At the moment when his back hit the ground, his tongs reached the young man’s tight shoulders, sighed, and fell. Throw it out directly!

The man was so strong that the muscles of his arms swelled at the moment of strength, and the burst of power made the slender teenager who could be called in front of him fly out like a broken kite. !

Cui Zuojing curled up in the air and changed his posture abruptly. Before hitting the wall, he kicked his feet suddenly, ejected like a cannonball, and struck the back of the man who was rising from the ground. !

If an ordinary person eats this blow, he will definitely be able to fold his waist on the spot, but the man just hit two steps forward with a huge force. Before he stabilized his body, he felt a wind blow!

The man jumped quickly, and at the same time grabbed the hand behind Cui Zuojing who was about to hit his side, and pulled forward fiercely——

The force that could not be resisted on the arm directly made Cui Zuojing lie on the back of the man, and he wiped his shoulder and slid out. If he was hugged by this, in front of absolute power suppression, there was no chance to break free. Now!

I saw Kung Fu in the blink of an eye. Cui Zuojing even supported the man's shoulder with the other hand and turned his body upside down. He took the arm that was being held as his heart, and he circulated in the air with his feet. Before landing, he raised his knees and hit the man's chin!

Even if the ability is muscle strengthening, it is impossible to make the strength of the facial muscles as large as the rest of the body. Cui Zuojing, with an inertial blow, hit the man's head backwards, and the jaw issued a brittle bone dislocation Loud, blood spurted directly from the nose!

"team leader!"

"Anton!"

In the exclamation of the others in the deep dive squad, Cui Zuojing moved his knees and shoulders that were sorely hit by the collision, staring at the closed door of the training room with eyes in his eyes. This is the expectation that he didn't even notice.

"Okay, who else do you--"

Before his words fell, he felt his wrists caught.

"I still... there is wood..." The man named An Dong struggled to get up from the ground. He swayed unsteadily twice and raised his hand to "click" his dislocated jaw. Finally, I can speak clearly. "You are strong, but you haven't beat me."

Worthy of being a pilgrim whose muscles are strengthened, it is hard to beat.

Cui Zuojing turned to look at him and sighed helplessly, "Why not? You also know that you can't beat me now."

An Dong stared at him straight, with Cui Zuojing's familiar stubbornness and firmness in his eyes, and said dumbly: "Even if you know, you have to give it a try."

Cui Zuojing Ding looked at him for a few seconds, relaxed, and slowly took out his hands in his pockets, and put on a fighting posture: "Well, then I will let you know what real sport is. "

Bang Bang Bang Bang——

From the fist to the meat, the people next to me could hear the sound in his heart, sourness emerged from the root of the tooth, and the expression of flesh pain was invariably revealed.But for the two parties, the percussion accompanied by pain can only excite all the blood, and Anton took advantage of his body shape and pressed Cui Zuojing under the roll to temporarily gain the upper hand and clenched his fists. Slammed on the shoulder of the teenager!

He deliberately converged his strength, and did not use his ability to strengthen muscles. He knew that if he was a full blow, the powerful impact could directly break all the ribs in the chest of the teenager under him.

But the moment before the fist hit the teenager, the figure of Cui Zuojing suddenly flickered between ghosts and ghosts, and An Dong didn't have time to realize what happened, then the fist that would have hit the teenager fell on the floor!

An Dong was horrified. At this time, Cui Zuojing passed his hands under his armpits, pulled his back firmly, and used his legs and arms to entangle him in the same place, unable to move.

Anton tried to struggle, but every time he moved, the teenager twisted tighter, making it harder for him to breathe.

Jujitsu?!

Dong Zheng came in a hurry, and when he opened the door, he saw such a picture.

The teenager was entangled with the limbs of the strong man who fell to the ground. The round neckline of his T-shirt was pulled to the side to reveal the left shoulder socket and the bruised bruise. The sweat wet the black temples, the black eyes were as sharp as the eagle, the skin was from The neck was red until the cheeks were hot, and his arms were tightly panted, and the man strangled by him made an unbearable pain.

Dong Zheng: ...

He shook his body unsteadily, and was a bit unacceptable about what he saw in front of him. At this moment, Dong Zheng had a strange thought in his mind.

If it was him who was strangled now...

Then Dong Zheng shivered, what was he thinking!Cui Zuojing is still training less than usual!

Meng raised his head and saw Dong Zheng's figure near the door. Cui Zuojing's eyes suddenly lighted up. He released Anton Shi Shiran, backed away from him two steps, and pulled off the crumpled shirt in the fight , Proudly raised his chin to the others in the silent team of submersibles in the audience, and said coldly, "Is there any?"

The first to be beaten in the auditorium was a plain, thin man who was covering himself with his swollen left face and pitying himself. The words shook violently, and even the yellow hair sitting next to him clearly felt it.

Another young man sitting next to the woman clutched her swollen right face and shivered.

The thin man was the first to "learn" with Cui Zuojing. His ability to stretch his limbs at will allowed him to gain a lot of advantage in the past, but the little devil-like teenager came up and punched him directly. Beaten up.

Afterwards, the invisible youth confronted Cui Zuojing. He thought that the enemy's combat power would be greatly reduced when he could not see the enemy. Cui Zuojing had discovered him as if he had double infrared eyes. His position also beat him up.

Later, the captain of the team with the strongest fighting power was forced to play. The few people who knew Anton’s fighting power had been relieved a lot. I did not expect that the captain was not even the opponent of that teenager!

The most important thing is that until now, they have not been able to see what Cui Zuojing's ability is.

Could it be that the manifestation of this man's ability is not in combat?

In that case... it's too scary!

When An Dong got up from the ground and looked at Cui Zuojing, there was a bit of dread and awe in his eyes. After spending a long time in the realm of pure white land, the pilgrims' worship of powerful forces was almost inscribed in everyone's instinct.

"this--"

Dong Zheng knocked on the door in a timely manner, and when everyone looked over, he asked, "Dear everyone, can I return my team members?"

The captain named Dong Zheng wore a black combat uniform. He hadn't had time to change his clothes. His fingerless gloves were inevitably stained with some stains from the box, blood and mud mixed with others.He has a stiff figure, a little messy hair, and the tightness of his lips naturally, which appropriately dilutes the temperament of the social elite on his body, and even seems to have a kind of bravery.

I saw the just crazy young boy shouting "Captain" at the man, and then said: "They want to discuss with me, but I didn't just run around."

Dong Zheng nodded to the captain who was wiping his nose and said, "If there is nothing else, I will take A Zuo back. He has been in the box for more than a week and is very tired."

Already tired...

Dong Zheng's words echoed in everyone's ears. It was such a young boy who had been in the box for a week and was very tired. The three men with the highest combat effectiveness in their team had swollen noses and blue faces?!

An Dong's face was red and green, black and yellow, and Cui Zuojing glanced at him, ignoring him, stretched a big lazy waist, and walked towards Dong Zheng.

"Wait!"

Cui Zuojing turned his head and An Dong took a deep breath and asked, "Can you tell me your name?"

Cui Zuojing smiled: "I thought you guys came to find me after asking for good news. Did you know nothing but the name of our captain?"

He continued to walk towards Dong Zheng, and his voice echoed in the ears of the deep diving team members.

"My surname is Cui. If you don't mind, you can call me Brother Cui. As for the rest... check it yourself."

...

Silently walked along the corridor for a while, making sure that a few people from the training room could not hear their conversation, Dong Zheng pulled Cui Zuojing into the nearby free room, closed the door with his backhand, and said, "Give me Look."

He frowned, as serious as to reprimand. In short, there was nothing good. In Cui Zuojing's heart, there was an immediate alarm bell. He immediately raised his hand to cover his chest. After thinking for a while, he moved his hand down to cover his crotch. At the same time, he warned: "What do you see?"

"Injured." Dong Zheng was suddenly crying and laughing because of him. The only remaining question was why the teenager didn't want to fight regardless of his physical condition. He looked at Cui Zuojing from head to toe. His eyes stayed at last. The place he covered with his hands was meaningful. "Of course, if you want me to look at another place, I'm very happy."

"Fuck!" Cui Zuojing was put on by him, and he could only scold a dirty word, and his mouth could be skimmed to the horizon. He unwillingly opened the hem of his T-shirt and showed Dong Zheng that he had just been beaten by An Dong. Come out hurt.

Just now, Anton punched him at the position under his ribs, and Cui Zuojing avoided him in a timely manner. The fist barely rubbed his skin, but even so, the position under the teenager's ribs was still a big piece of blue, and it hurt to look .

"That guy's ability is muscle strengthening, and his strength is very strong." The adrenaline that soared during the battle gradually subsided. Cui Zuojing saw the injury and felt the pain afterwards. He took a sip and took a cold breath. " Bare-handed boxing is not my strong point, and skills are not effective in the face of absolute power, so he was beaten twice."

He said nothing. Seeing Dong Zheng's face was unpleasant, he seemed to have a cloud in his eyebrows, and quickly said: "Of course, I beat him even worse, and my chin was almost broken, hey! You should have come a little early, See how I taught them."

"Also." Dong Zheng, across a thin layer of fabric, gently pressed the Wu Qing on the shoulder of Cui Zuojing's shoulder, and unexpectedly harvested a puff.

"Hurry back and let your uncle treat you. You have been in the box for a week and you are in such a bad state. How dare you go and discuss with others?"

"There's nothing to dare," the teenager muttered dissatisfiedly, "just that kind of weak chicken, I can fight ten more!"

Speaking of the half, Cui Zuojing yawned greatly, his whole body collapsed in a relaxed manner, and the tail voice was ambiguous in his sleepiness.

He is really tired.

"I know." Dong Zheng pinched his back and whispered: "But remember to call me earlier next time, and don't hurt yourself."