You're the driver, and you let me, the passenger, wake you up? It should be me who's supposed to sleep. What the hell is going on?
Lin Bin wanted to say a few more words.
The next second, snoring sounds were heard.
"I..."
The guy shook his head and smiled, looking at the night view outside the window and the two bright moons in the sky, and sighed softly.
“A stranger in a strange land?”
"I'm not feeling emotional at all~!"
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After returning to the martial arts gym, Meimei had a good sleep.
The next morning, when I opened the door, I felt very happy.
The second-level strengthening liquid has been injected. Although it is far inferior to Max, a "human being studied", but with his own kung fu, Lin Bin is sure that he is at least a national-level player.
If it's hand-to-hand combat, the ranking will be lower.
Because although Max is the uncrowned king of mixed martial arts, why is he uncrowned? Because he has not been crowned!
Maybe it was because he was too crazy before and was banned or something, but now Max, with only the first-level strengthening liquid, is definitely no match for those masters who have been injected with the second-level strengthening liquid.
"Speaking of which, the people of Eastern countries are really quite tragic."
"Their physical constitution is generally slightly weaker, and the boost from the strengthening fluid is far less than that of Westerners. The more strengthening fluid they inject, the greater the gap becomes."
"According to the comprehensive data online, my enhancement fluid increases my strength by 0.5 to 0.6, which is considered very high for an Oriental. Generally, 0.3 is considered passing."
"But for Westerners, a six is a loser, an eight is pass..."
“Tsk!”
"Calculated this way, the gap is huge."
The guy sighed softly.
For example, the difference between the first-level strengthening liquid is 1.3 times and 1.8 times.
The second-level strengthening liquid can improve the level by 2.3 to 2.8 times based on the first-level.
This is so fucking big!
Therefore, Eastern countries have always been suppressed by the West in martial arts. If it were not for the fact that the people of Eastern countries have better brains and invented more technologies, weapons, etc., which greatly enhanced the national strength, they would have been beaten to tears long ago.
Against this backdrop, the martial arts of Eastern countries have been seeking external assistance.
To Lin Bin...
It’s just like the football in China before I traveled through time.
Well, it's just that rubbish!
It’s just that the ancient Eastern country is not the only one whose martial arts are so rubbish, but all the Eastern countries are so miserable.
"Then again, why haven't the brains of the Eastern countries invented the strengthening fluid yet, while the Westerners have already developed the second-level one?"
The increase in Westerners is higher, which Lin Bin can easily accept.
The strengthening liquid developed by Westerners based on their own ethnic genes will of course have a better amplification effect on them.
But why haven’t we studied the Orientals who have higher IQs yet?
"Where does this problem lie?"
After much thought, I still can't come to a conclusion.
Lin Bin could only practice unlimited fighting with his apprentices while waiting for the "money" to arrive.
There are too many disciples and the martial arts school is not big enough.
Waiting for money to change location or expand!
What surprised him was that he thought Gan Zhi would come back to see him today, but unexpectedly, she had not been seen for three consecutive days.
However, the group has been extremely active in the past three days.
This morning.
Feng Yuxiu started a group live broadcast after a long absence.
"Everyone, I've found the murderer. Watch me beat him to a pulp live!"
Feng Yuxiu smiled brightly, even a little crazy.
He was so happy that he could finally release his nature!
Soon, Feng Yuxiu blocked the other party in an unfinished building.
"Who are you?"
The man was over thirty years old, with big hands and thick calluses all over his fist joints. It was obvious at first glance that he was a martial artist.
Bang!
Feng Yuxiu took a photo of the victim.
"police?"
The other party frowned. The seemingly honest farmer exuded a dangerous aura from his whole body.
"Um?!"
Feng Yuxiu's eyelids twitched.
Huang Feihong: "Something's wrong!"
In the group, all the members found the problem.
Zhang Tianzhi: "This person is definitely not simple!"
Mr. Jia Qian: "Old Feng, don't let him kill you!"
"How is that possible?"
Feng Yuxiu didn't believe it, but he felt like he was being stared at by a wild beast. The hairs on his body stood on end, and he even had a vague sense of fear.
"No, this guy!!!"
Bang!
Both sides moved at the same time.
The fight took place in this unfinished building.
catch!
The man's grappling was too powerful. Feng Yuxiu fought with him in a grappling duel, but after only two minutes, he was sweating profusely and was in danger many times.
“Oh my god!”
Lin Bin was also surprised: "Old Feng, what's wrong with you?"
Feng Yuxiu stepped back, looking at the other party warily, with cold sweat dripping down his temples.
“Something’s wrong!”
“This guy!!!”
“He’s so strong!”
"He's stronger than the Taoist priest Wudang encountered before. If it was Xiahou Wu, he would have been beaten to death just now!"
Feng Yuxiu was really shocked.
How strong is he now?!
He combined the skills of Huo Yuanjia, Zhang Tianzhi, Jia Qian Jushi and many other group members, but he was still beaten?!
"Also, when I was fighting him, a force surged into my body! It made my bones ache!"
"Could it be the bright power or dark power that you mentioned before?"
Mr. Jiaqian: “Interesting!”
"I've been looking for that person with strange powers I met before, but I haven't heard from him since. I didn't expect you to meet one."
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