When Di Yi opened his eyes again, the light cocoon flowed into his body.
He slowly raised his right hand, and the seemingly ordinary punch made the entire space tremble.
[Fusion complete! New skill acquired: Cosmic Starburst Fist (God-level 1)]
[Effect 1: Integrate the essence of Yiquan Wushu, and punch out like a starburst.]
【……】
[Effect 9: Can be infinitely improved with the length of the host's life. ]
"Thank you."
Di Yu showed a sincere smile to the corpse of the hungry snake and did not continue to attack, because he knew that the guy who could really put pressure on him was waking up.
…
dark.
As thick as solid darkness.
The hungry wolf felt himself being soaked in some kind of sticky liquid, and all his limbs and bones had lost feeling.
There was a deep heartbeat in my ears.
It was not his heartbeat, but something much larger and more sinister.
"Am I...dead? Is this the underworld?"
The fragments of memory were like fallen leaves in a storm, fluttering in the hungry wolf's chaotic mind.
The last clear picture was the bald man casually slapping his shoulder, and then there was endless darkness...
Suddenly, a powerful suction force dragged him into the vortex of memories.
"This is the secret of the Collapsing Mountain Fist..."
The white-haired old man's arms were like knives, slicing sharp whistles in the air, "Use Qi to control force, use force to shape..."
The hungry wolf didn't blink, imprinting every detail of the movement in his mind.
This was the seventh martial arts school he had sneaked into this month. Every time he did it like a thief, learning only a few moves before having to flee in a hurry.
"Who's there?!" The old man suddenly looked up, his eyes shooting towards the beams.
The hungry wolf's heart skipped a beat, but he saw that Lao Yi was just feinting and continued to demonstrate his boxing skills.
He breathed a sigh of relief, but at this moment...
“Bang!”
A wooden stick hit him hard on the fingers that were clinging to the beam.
The severe pain made the wolf involuntarily let go and fell from a height of three meters.
"It's you again, little brat!" A burly disciple held a wooden stick, his face full of anger, "This is the third time!"
The hungry wolf curled up on the ground, protecting his vital parts.
Fists and kicks rained down on him, causing him to grit his teeth and remain silent.
Then a gentle but majestic voice sounded:
"stop."
The beating stopped.
The hungry wolf saw a pair of plain cloth shoes stopped in front of him from between his arms.
"Why are you learning secretly?" The person who spoke the voice squatted down. He was a thin old man with a mustache.
The hungry wolf spat out a mouthful of blood foam: "Because no one is willing to teach me."
Bang Gu raised an eyebrow: "What's your name?"
"Gorgon." The boy raised his head stubbornly, "I want to be the strongest martial artist and defeat all heroes!"
There was a burst of laughter in the hall. But Banggu didn't laugh. He stretched out his hand and pulled up the wolf: "From today on, you are my disciple."
The scenes in my memory flow like a kaleidoscope.
At the age of fifteen, Hungry Wolf was on the fighting stage and knocked his senior brother out of the arena with a single move, Flowing Rock Crushing Fist.
There was sparse applause from the audience, but more were jealous looks.
"The Chief Senior Brother actually lost!"
"Tsk, he's just a little brat from a wild background."
Garou walked off the ring with an expressionless face.
Bang patted his shoulder, his eyes full of relief: "Your talent is the best I have ever seen."
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