Fist of Imagination

The sound of crushing withered trees and rotten wood was deafening, and a hideous dent as thick as a railroad track and as thick as a giant centipede appeared on the ground of the Lu School Martial Arts Hall.

At the end of the broken earth, stone and wood, Liang De still maintained the posture of punching forward, the Ren and Du meridian engines burned to red, muscles were tense, and the heat from his body was boiling, like a nickel ball of a thousand degrees immersed in cold water.

His stabbing fist was tightly grasped by Chang Duanxuan's right hand.

This time, the fist was not crushed.

Chang Duanxuan leaned back with his shoulders, and saw the shock wave formed by the gray and black mottled internal energy suddenly erupted from his back, breaking down a large area of ​​the wall behind him, and the smoke and dust collapsed.

At this point, the strength contained in Liang De's full-strength punch was completely removed by him.

The collapsed wall revealed the blue sky outside the hall, and fresh air poured in, and the sound of birds chirping made it even quieter.

"Ade, what is the most important thing for a martial artist?"

"It's martial virtue, Master."

"What is the martial virtue of our sect?"

"It's to respect life, practice the most difficult kung fu, and be the person who respects life the most."

Chang Duanxuan patted Liang De's shoulder with satisfaction, and the latter fell down directly, lying flat on the broken groove he had crushed, gasping for breath.

"You can become a master now. I have taught you all the killing punches of the ancient boxing of the East Country and the Broken Water Stream Karate. You should heal the arm bones and internal organs that were damaged by my Yin power after I caught your fist just now, have a nutritious breakfast, and go to the teaching area for class.

Remember, you must win people over with virtue."

The seven-day hell tutoring ended here. At seven o'clock in the morning, the sky was clear.

Liang De put on the military green uniform of the Lu School Department, holding a cup of Mortal Cultivation Coffee that he had just taken from the vending machine, and walked slowly towards the teaching area of ​​Sheng Wuxu Private High School.

After being extracted and becoming a unique commodity, Liang De only needs to input extraordinary power to make this kind of liver emperor coffee and store it in the vending machine and supply management space, and then take it out and drink it when needed.

The management system attached to the self-nature supernatural power also has a pricing function. There is only one customer like me, and I don’t know what it is for.

Liang De set up an automatic production mode to consume the extra extraordinary power every day to produce coffee. The meridian dantian fuel tank of his hybrid car is so big, and the progress of widening is slow. It can’t hold more extraordinary power. It’s better to make coffee and save it for emergency use.

Ah, what a good man who is frugal and manages the family. I don’t know who will benefit from it in the future.

Speaking of which, if I meet a girl who I fall in love with at first sight in this world of Sword Immortal Ruins, but she is unfortunately in another department, we love each other but have to fight each other with swords, the increasingly collapsing Sword Immortal Ruins, the first and last love, the tragic farewell stained with blood on the battlefield, the adventure of wandering in the heavens, the fateful reunion, the original swimsuit episode...

Wait a minute, there is a problem, why is the swimsuit episode in the sixth episode, no, the problem is not here!

Liang De, Liang De, you are no longer a nerd who lives in a peaceful society and can daydream freely. Don't you understand your dangerous situation? At least two-thirds of the people in this school want to kill you. You still have time to think about these things, these things... I will think about them after class and return to the safe area of ​​the dormitory!

Anyway, I will survive until the final exam to participate in the graduation trip, and find a way to travel back to my hometown.

Liang De held a straw in his mouth and walked through the campus full of vermilion ghost fire. It was deserted and there were few people around.

The three departments of the navy, army and air force are hostile to each other, and they are in groups. They will gather separately after the wake-up bell rings every day and go to the classroom from the safe area of ​​the dormitory together. No one will come out alone to give themselves up. For example, Liang De walked alone from the martial arts hall of the land department to the teaching area early in the morning because of tutoring.

"Oh my god... no one will use this to ambush me." Liang De's footsteps suddenly became sneaky, tiptoeing, looking left and right, and his obscene snake-skin movement made Yuan Chang and the other two who were secretly observing laugh.

Because credits are related to life and death, different departments are enemies with no room for compromise.

Now the credits of the strongest first-year department of air are firmly at the top of the list, so there is no need to send people to take risks.

If fewer people are sent to ambush, they will worry about being counter-ambushed or missed. If more people are sent, the other students who stay in the classroom will be at risk of being surrounded and annihilated by the two departments of land and sea.

The same is true for the other two departments.

It is normal for the three departments to confront each other and be vigilant and restrain each other.

Therefore, during the time outside the unified test, the three departments are almost in a state of grouping together. If a war breaks out, it will be a group battle. Even the strongest department of air has no room to send out surprise troops.

So, of course, Liang De did not encounter an ambush enemy until he walked to the door of the large classroom where the first-year general education class was held.

The air was fresh, and his body was light and relaxed. Liang De felt that he was much better than when he just crossed over. He might feel pain or death, but he was no longer so scared.

The classroom door was left a crack, and Liang De walked gently and stopped.

The time when I was attacked by a JK uniform girl with a rubber bomb just now was not counted. Today was my debut battle, a key battle to determine my status in the school.

How did those arrogant high school students start? They put their hands in their trouser pockets and kicked the door open with one foot, holding a toothpick or straw in their mouths, then tilted their heads and challenged in a very unruly voice: "Who is the boss of this class? Come out with me."

It would be better to replace "I" here with "this uncle", but "this uncle" exudes the old-fashioned flavor of the campus romance in Taiwan in the last century. Using "young lord" is too damn sour. If I don't say it, I can't balance the sour taste of this word.

It's so hard, it's so hard to debut in high school. Should I dye my hair blonde or make a soaring aloe vera hairstyle? I haven't been to high school for more than ten years, and I have no idea at all!

Are there any seniors with twenty years of high school experience who can guide me on how to create the fashion value of the king of beasts in the hot-blooded high school, how to say "Before you are killed by me, remember my name, I am Qingyue High School, the evil ghost strategist, Gu ０" and complete an unprecedented high school debut.

Forget it, the revival of literature and art must return to tradition and sublimate tradition, so I will use the most classic form.

Liang De put his hands in his trouser pockets and kicked open the classroom door. The steel-soled military boots specially made by Lu Xuebu kicked the door directly into two pieces, and the broken piece flew directly into the sky.

The action is sharp and the scene is exciting, worthy of me.

Liang De maintained the sideways high kick posture, took his right hand out of his pocket and covered his right eye, as if suppressing the restless king of beasts in his heart.

"Hey, who is the boss here, come out with me!"

The unruly voice, the immature sound tail is the youthfulness that cannot be hidden under the fierce publicity, worthy of me.

"The boss here? Are you talking about me?"

The half of the classroom door flying in the air suddenly stopped like a frame, and with a certain cold and ruthless sight, the wooden door was divided into dice-sized cubes by the cold invisible sword energy, and scattered all over the ground in an instant.

The middle-aged teacher with black hair, black-framed glasses and white shirt on the podium walked down the podium, holding the school rules of Sheng Wuxu Private High School, also known as "Seven Prohibitions and Fifty-four Cuts" under his armpit, and approached Liang De step by step.

3:7 hair style, forty or fifty years old, with an indifferent expression on his face, and zero kindness and patience in his cold dead fish eyes.

Jiang Chi, the general instructor of the Department of Space Studies and the director of Sheng Wuxu Private High School.

Breathing suddenly stopped.

Murderous intent was everywhere.