From Fist Wisdom Blade To Muscle Daming King

After leaving the police station, a few people casually walked into a cafe and sat down.

"Old man, one thing, I only want to ask you one thing!"

Touching his burning cheek, Jotaro raised a finger at Er Qiao with fierce eyes, "You came all the way from London, didn't you just want to give me a slap?"

He is very angry now, very angry!

I have never been whipped like this in my life. If Er Qiao doesn't give him a reasonable explanation, don't blame him for being unfilial!

"This boy"

Er Qiao's eyelids jumped sharply when Jotaro stared at him.

He felt guilty. Sun Tzu's avatar was so abnormal that he couldn't control it just after it was activated. It could explode with such powerful power just by triggering the avatar's instinct.

If we fight again, the old man will definitely capsize, so he immediately retorted,

"How could I be so boring?"

"You still remember what I said to the police before, that I don't have time to mess with you, right?"

"Um"

Jotaro snorted lightly, his eyes still fierce,

"It's because something really bad has happened."

Er Qiao threw out a stack of photos from his arms, "These are photos related to the mysterious disappearance of the small boat crew that occurred in the Atlantic Ocean four years ago."

"The boat, the coffin covered with barnacles, the lock with the DIO character on it."

Jotaro glanced at the photos one by one, "What does this have to do with us?"

"It's a big deal!"

"Because the coffin in the photo was the cargo on the ship where your great-great-grandfather, my grandfather Jonathan Joestar, went to die. Although the coffin was empty when it was found, I know what is inside!"

Er Qiao pointed to the big man in red who had been following him: "Abdel and I are looking for that guy's whereabouts."

"That rascal?"

"Just wait a moment"

Jotaro's eyes were suspicious: "You want to tell me that there are living people in the box a hundred years ago? Old man, you can find a better excuse. How can a person be still alive after lying on the bottom of the sea for a hundred years?"

"Not a human to be exact, but a vampire!"

Er Qiao: "The incarnation of evil has awakened again after sleeping for a hundred years, the vampire Dio!"

"Haha. Vampires have come out. Do you think I believe it or not?"

Jotaro's red and swollen face made an expression like you are fooling a child, he stood up with his fists clenched, ready to beat his own father.

"You kid, why can't you understand?"

Seeing Jotaro's swollen face, rubbing his fists, eager to try, Er Qiao slapped the table with an awe-inspiring aura!

"Do not believe?"

"Then I'll show you the evidence!"

Then he immediately took out a camera from his pocket,

"ha!"

With a soft drink, vines emerged from the palm, and the knife fell down.

Bang!

The camera was smashed, and the only complete exit screen spit out two photos. Then he handed the photo that did not show the image to Jotaro.

"This is my stand-in ability: read and write!"

"Printing distant scenes on film to form photos,"

"The image that is about to appear is the evidence you want, and it is also the fate of our family!"

After saying that, a hint of helplessness appeared on his face: "Every time I start it, I destroy a camera worth 30,000 yen. What a waste!"

"man?"

Jotaro took the photo, and a blond man with an enchanting posture and an evil temperament suddenly appeared on it.

"Did you notice the star-shaped mark on his neck?"

"This is the unique birthmark of my Joestar family."

"That means that bastard Dio survived by stealing the body of his grandfather, Jonathan Joestar!"

"And it's probably because of him that we in the Joestar family have this demonic ability called the Stand!"

"In other words, because he took over his grandfather's body, he has some invisible connection with the Joestar family."

"And we must cut off this ominous bond!"

"Vampire, Dio?"

The sudden appearance of the evil spirit's power forced Jotaro to believe Er Qiao's words. He rubbed his fingers and revealed a corner of the next photo.

Um?

As soon as his eyes touched, Jotaro's expression suddenly condensed,

The perfect, exploding, explosive muscle shape, although it was only printed on the photo, an indescribable sense of terrifying power hit my mind.

Its dangerous, terrifying, and purely powerful aura is several times stronger than Dior's!

"Then who is this person?"

Jotaro narrowed his eyes and asked coldly,

"Who?"

Er Qiao didn't know what Jotaro was talking about. Besides Dio, who else could he read?

His eyes swept across, and the pupils of his eyes instantly shrank into black dots. His body became weak and his legs were weak, as if he had seen some extremely terrifying existence, and his body instinctively leaned back.

Bang bang!

The chair tipped over and his butt landed on the ground. Er Qiao's face was full of fear!

"How can it be?"

"Hasn't he already turned into a stone sculpture and been sent to a museum?"

"Why does it still appear in my reading and writing?"

"impossible!"

"This is absolutely impossible!"

Because of the photo, Er Qiao's memory was brought back to that period of devil training that was more difficult than hell, and his body trembled instinctively.

Mom too!

Why did this monster appear?

Hiss

As the cold air entered his mouth, Er Qiao suddenly felt that "Dior", which had been entangled with the Joestar family for hundreds of years, was no longer worth mentioning.

Because this monster was a terrifying pervert who used his pure muscles to beat the pillar boy into a pulp, and finally fought to the death of his ultimate body!

The so-called vampire, compared with it, can only be regarded as a slightly sweeter piece of bread at best!

The most important thing is that this pervert is still crazy. Once he gets interested, the whole world is not enough for him.

But Dio is a vampire, and he took the body of his grandfather before he was resurrected and became bound to the Joestar family. But what is going on with this monster?

How could he be resurrected?

And it appears in my own reading and writing?

Er Qiao didn't know, he really didn't know, because this was also the first time he read and wrote about Leng Kong.

"Is he scarier than Dio?"

Seeing Er Qiao's exaggerated reaction, Abdel was instantly moved.

"Dior? Haha"

Er Qiao gave a dry and wry smile, "Dio was resurrected 40 years ago, and he was not even qualified to participate in that battle."

"How. How is it possible?"

Abdel's throat was also dry.

Because in his heart, Dior is synonymous with invincibility. Four months ago, he met Dior in Egypt. Just by looking at each other, he was frightened by his cold aura and ran away.

Now Mr. Joseph actually said that the invincible Dior, who could scare him away with just one look, was just a piece of bread in front of this man?

How can Abdel accept this?

"How is it impossible?"

Er Qiao stood up tremblingly: "You must know that our enemy at that time was an ancient dark clan who had lived for tens of thousands of years, the evolved Zhu Nan!"

"vampire?"

"Haha. Those were just buns produced in batches by Zhu Nan. They were cannon fodder back then. The Germans and I killed at least three to four hundred people."

Well.

Abdel was stunned. He didn't expect Er Qiao's record to be so brilliant.

If vampire = Dior, wouldn't it mean that Mr. Joseph in his youth could rival 300 Diors?

Hiss

Was Mr. Joseph so fierce back then?

"So, you still haven't said who he is?"

Jotaro was speechless.

"Leng Kong!"

"His name is Leng Kong!"

"A lunatic, pervert, and psychopath who almost let the whole world die in order to satisfy the pleasure of fighting,"

"At the same time, he is also my teacher!"

"But he clearly died together with Zhu Nan's ultimate body more than forty years ago, and even his body was turned into a stone statue. Why did he show up?"

"Leng Kong?"

Jotaro murmured.

"Okay. Okay, Jotaro is out now, so don't talk so much."

Seeing that Er Qiao's expression was grim and her son's expression was solemn, Holly immediately stood up and tried to smooth things over, "Let's go home with mom. I'll cook a big meal for you and grandpa! Hehe."

Then he put his right hand around his son, his left hand around Er Qiao and pulled him out.

"Here it comes again, the feeling of being spied on comes again!"

After Er Qiao Nian wrote, in an ancient castle in Egypt, a vampire named Dio suddenly jumped out of bed. Under the dim candlelight, several young women who had been drained of their blood were lying on the big bed.

"Are they descendants of Jonathan?"

"Is this body transmitting some kind of soul signal to his descendants?"

"Jonathan, you are already dead, do you still want your descendants to haunt me?"

"Haha. Then don't blame me for being cruel!"

"I will kill all your descendants and end the feud between you and me!"

Dio walked out of the room, used the phone, and issued an order to kill the Joestar family to the stand-in who was implanted with flesh sprouts.

At the same time that Dio was feeling something, someone in a manor on the outskirts of Rome also felt his presence.

"So, what's going on with this disgusting bond originating from blood?"

Leng Kong, who was in the War Spirit Awakening Pose and in deep meditation, slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes looked into the deep space, and his sight seemed to pass through space and fall on some inhuman creature.

"wait for me!"

"Wait for me for two more days!"

"When I finish taking care of my physical problems, I'll take care of you!"

After the words came out, he closed his eyes and once again fell into the deepest level of meditation.

The spirit and will are highly concentrated, and the muscles all over the body expand, contract, and twitch crazily. The marks on the muscles after drawing are like the lines of wings.

This is not the case for a certain muscle, but for all muscle bundles in the body after drawing.

The horizontal drawings are present in every muscle bundle. The drawings are gathered into small wings, and the small wings are gathered into large wings, which are spread all over Leng Kong's entire body.

The huge muscular wings visible to the naked eye spread out on the chest and back, giving people a sense of ultimate power and beauty full of divinity.

But after the grimace appeared, the divinity immediately turned into a demonic one, or rather a ghostly one, which made people feel chilled!

Moreover, in addition to the two huge fleshy wings formed by the pectoralis major and latissimus dorsi muscles, there are also multiple small wings faintly appearing throughout its body.

Eight-pack abs are the eight pairs of wings, the perfect shark line and the back muscles of the waist, and also show the pattern of flying high.

There are also the trapezius muscles of the neck, shoulders, arms, forearms, wrists, thighs, calves, and ankles. The muscle traces after drawing are all in the shape of wings.

And that’s not even the most outrageous thing!

Perhaps because he was afraid that he would not be able to fly, Leng Kong found that after exerting his utmost strength, the egg sac underneath stretched out the wrinkled skin, and also assumed a posture as if I wanted to fly.

Simply invincible!

However, the numerous wing patterns all over the body not only did not show a trace of chaos, but were extremely perfect and smooth. Every scratch was like a carving by the gods, showing a strange and ultimate beauty.

And this is the physical problem Leng Kong mentioned!

A year ago, Dio awakened his substitute, and the fused Joestar family's physique was touched, and the petrified body was activated.

Originally, it was completely impossible for Leng Kong to be resurrected after more than 40 years.

Because of his immortality, the maximum time limit is only one week.

But the petrification released by Wamu can keep the body in the state before petrification. This means that in 40 years, the cold sky is equivalent to sleeping.

Resurrection has become a matter of course!

However, it was not without side effects. The moment his body was activated, Leng Kong felt as if he was possessed by an evil spirit.

That's right,

Because he didn't know the existence of the substitute, Leng Kong, like Jotaro, regarded it as an evil spirit.

And because of his super physical senses, his perception is more sensitive and intense than Jotaro's!

As soon as the body's strength began to stir, it was immediately sensed by Leng Kong.

Because this thing is actually devouring his spiritual power and life energy, (conditions for the birth of a substitute)

How can this be?

After the consciousness dissipated, a group of experiencers in the pure white space practiced day and night for decades before they could condense their spiritual will again.

How could Leng Kong let unknown energy swallow up his spiritual power?

Immediately, the most determined confrontation began with the inexplicable "restlessness".

The "restlessness" came very violently, and its source came from deep within the body. In the past, Leng Kong would never have been able to resist it.

But after experiencing death, the spiritual body has sublimated and transformed, reaching the true "one"!

This is the realm of the golden elixir mentioned by the sages!

In other words, it is the ultimate realm of martial arts!

This is not the realm of cultivation in novels, but the supreme state of mind described by sages and martial arts masters.

Therefore, Yuandi's own "restlessness" was suppressed by Leng Kong's powerful mental power.

Because the restlessness originated from himself, it lasted for a full month before Leng Kong completely eliminated it.

That's why it took a month for him to disappear from the museum after his body was activated.

But this is not the end, because

Because after leaving the museum, Leng Kong dug out the land deeds buried in the ground, used documents and fists to take back the manor he had bought before, and while nourishing his body to its peak state, the muscles that had been trained to the extreme changed again! (When a certain skill is practiced to the extreme, a substitute will be born.)

Just like the previous feeling, my own muscles began to crazily devour the life energy and spiritual power in my body.

As a last resort, Leng Kong once again started a new round of confrontation with the body's instinctive "restlessness" in order to keep his mental (soul) integrity.

But I don't know if the muscles were exercised too hard, but the "restlessness" caused this time was countless times stronger than the last time. Even Leng Kong's mental power, which had reached the ultimate level of martial arts, could not suppress it.

The external performance is that the muscles are drawn to create strange lines!

In this case, Leng Kong could only let his muscles devour life energy crazily and implement the tactic of abandoning the car to save the handsome man.

However, what he gave up was not the "car" but life energy, and what he kept was not "handsomeness" but spiritual integrity.

The physical body assumes the battle soul awakening posture, the will sits cross-legged in the square of pure white space, and the mind clings to the "one".

Anyway, Leng Kong is happy to use life energy to strengthen muscles!

In this way, his purity can be greatly enhanced!

This time it lasted longer than last time, lasting several months. After the muscles completely absorbed the ripple energy born from the breathing method, they even began to devour the energy of other tissues and cells in the body.

And because the spiritual body sits cross-legged in the pure white space, in the constant confrontation between the will and the muscles, the physical body also follows the connection with the spirit, and has a slight connection with the pure white space that only the spiritual will can enter.

But now that it was almost over, Leng Kong felt that as long as he persisted for a day or two, he would be able to completely suppress his muscle restlessness.

At that time, it will be time for another showdown with Wamwu!

Ha ha

By the way, we also need to get rid of the nausea that comes from our bloodline.

This bastard thing interrupted his deep meditation several times, almost causing him to lose his mental integrity.

It must pay the corresponding price when the time comes!

It was originally written before 12 o'clock, but because it involved a stand-in for the protagonist, the revisions were delayed for another hour.

It’s fine now. This month hasn’t even started yet and I’ve run out of leave requests. I’m crying to death.