Full-time Doctor

"I have confidence in myself."

Hearing what Wu Chenghe said, the quartermaster was quite surprised. He glanced at him obliquely, and seemed to be interested in him for two more points, and said with a tired smile: "Okay, since the little cutie is paying 20,000, how am I embarrassed to pay? Ten thousand?" Turned on the personal brain transfer and transferred a full thirty thousand to the waiter, plus the previous ten thousand in cash, for a total of 40,000: "I bet 40,000, and bet my good brother wins."

Forty thousand yuan, even for a high-ranking officer like him, is not a small sum, and the sound wave raised his eyebrows, and his heart was secretly happy. It seems that this person is really interested in Jin Xuan and wants to make this friend. Flew an ambiguous look at him, and smiled: "Why, as soon as my boss comes on the court, you are willing to pay such a big price. Just at the casino, who said I would buy two thousand yuan for one night?"

"Jealous?" The quartermaster smiled with his arm around his shoulder, "He is a fight for life, you can earn two thousand by spreading your legs. The difficulty is different."

The sonic fox's eyes flashed sharply, and then a fascinating water color appeared, sweeping the bulging part between his legs: "You are so big, who can eat, don't I fight for my life?"

Such a terrible compliment is that a man can't hold it. The quartermaster is so ecstatic that he can't wait to handle him on the spot, biting his ear and saying: "Okay, go to the soup house next door, you can give me a good meal. Well, I will support you for the rest of my life. Forty thousand is nothing, and I can afford four million."

Four million...Sonic's pupils shrank abruptly. Most of what a man said at this time could not be taken seriously, but certain details would reveal real information. A quartermaster in Tartaros District actually made four million at one opening, indicating that the place was definitely not just a remote military station, and Major General Kevin was definitely not an eldest son who was banished by his father.

They must be shouldering some kind of special task that is unknown.

Wu Chenghe watched them lingering beside him, like sitting on pins and needles. Sonic's clothes were pushed to his chest, revealing a thin waist and a tightly muscled abdomen. Although not as strong as Jin Xuan, it is not weak. A quartermaster is nothing to say.

Obviously they are among the elites of the Federation. NTU's thousands of selected super fighters have to endure the indecency of a quartermaster in this kind of place. The agent is really not done by humans... Wu Chenghe can't help but sigh again: True Sonic!

The bell rang, and a beam of chasing lights hit the dome. After Jin Xuan signed up, he was taken to the ring by the host. He changed into a pair of boxer shorts, showing a strong upper body, the thorns rose tattoo has long been medically concealed by the NTU plastic surgeon, and now he only sees smooth, wheat-colored skin. He has developed pectoral muscles, strong psoas muscles, and well-defined abdominal muscles. Although he is far less powerful than his opponent's "iron head", every muscle is like an artist's carefully crafted, without a trace of superfluity, without a trace of imperfections, flawless, as superior Sculpture.

"Gentlemen and ladies!" the host said loudly, "this is the first time in four months that someone has directly challenged the championship. Please applaud the courage of this gladiator!"

The soldiers onlookers once again uttered high-pitched roars, like this kind of direct challenge to the championship, you can't meet it several times a year, because most people can become the "challenge king" by defeating eight opponents in a row through a wheel battle. Eligibility for the annual championship finals. If you want to challenge directly without passing the rounds, you will have to pay a fee of 60,000 federal currency.

Sixty thousand is not a small amount. It is twice as high as the prize money to challenge the king. Normally, no one wants to do this. Besides, without the baptism of eight consecutive games, whoever has the confidence to challenge the championship, isn’t that a death ?

Now, there is such a dead cargo standing on the ring, how can the crowd around the audience not be crazy?

Jin Xuan had no expression on his face, his eyes were cold and stern, he held his hands up and cruised around the stage, roaring fiercely like a lion in his mouth, and the reverberation shocked the audience, as if he had fired a giant subwoofer. People who were not optimistic about him found out that he was a lion supernatural person, and they developed a little confidence in him. Within a few minutes, the gambling money bet on him was much higher.

Wu Chenghe looked at Jin Xuan, who was like a **** on the stage, and couldn't help being a little dazzled. I remember when they met for the first time. At that time, Jin Xuan was still a killer. He was a bohemian artist with holes in his clothes and pants, and his hair was like a mop. He was either scolding the voyage army or scolding the federal government all day long. Nibal's blood pressure soared, and the president was screaming like a fight...

In just three years, he became the challenger standing on the stage at this moment, calm, restrained, wise, and decisive. Tribulation and pain are like baptism, washing away the grandiose and childishness from him, and precipitating his innate style of king.

He is Jin Xuan, but also a gun, he is a romantic companion, and the most dangerous humanoid weapon in the world!

"Ding——" The bell sounded leisurely, and the **** battle began!

A wild roar erupted from the stands. As the iron head took the lead, all the audience began to call his name, and those who placed a bet on him screamed: "Kill him! Kill him!"

The morale of the iron head was like a rainbow, and a fierce uppercut threw a fierce uppercut to Jin Xuan's left cheek, roaring like a beast in his mouth. Jin Xuan reacted extremely quickly, leaning back quickly, and at the same time blocking with his left arm, removing most of his strength, taking the opportunity to get short, punched him hard in the abdomen.

With a "bang", Jin Xuan's fist weighed more than a thousand catties, hitting the iron head's hard as iron abdominal muscles, and made a muffled sound like a Jin Ge hit. The sound was clearly low and short, but it seemed to hit the audience. In my heart, there was an exaggerated echo like a shock wave-no one thought that the first one to hit the opponent was the challenger!

The audience was in an uproar, and even the iron head was stunned: Impossible, how did he do it? Why is it so fast? !

Suddenly, Tietou quickly returned to his senses. With a roar of a tiger, he attacked Jin Xuan again with a thunderous anger. The huge body came over like a mountain, as if relying on his extraordinary physical ability to completely crush the thin Chinese man. broken!

Jin Xuan was still expressionless, his muscles were as tight as iron, and his dark eyes stared at the iron head for a moment, and his smallest changes were captured under his eyes. He reacted quickly, dodged, and fought back fiercely by looking at the loopholes.

On the VIP stand a few meters away, Wu Chenghe squinted his eyes, and the cloud of consciousness was as quiet as the sea. In the high-dimensional space stretched out countless tentacles of silky thoughts, precisely connecting to Jin Xuan's cloud of consciousness, while suppressing him because of being affected. The manic sparks from the attack stimulated a small silent light cluster in the center of his consciousness cloud like an electric shock.

That is Jinxuan’s potential. Like ordinary humans, supernaturalists can only exert seven or eight percent of the brain’s functions under normal circumstances. Only when a marked guide is established can they use their thought tentacles to use their brain’s potential a little bit. Initiate, activate, and play the biggest role.

Of course, not all guides can do this. Activating potential is a very dangerous behavior. In case of poor control, it will induce mania of the supernatural person. A few times down, it can make a superpower completely lose control, and even the guide can't comfort it. In addition, the stimulus requires the guide's thinking tentacles to be flexible and powerful. Simply put, it is a certain aggressiveness. This is an education method that the guide school has always avoided.

Therefore, although there are currently thousands of full-time military doctors in the Federation, most of them focus on comforting. Only a few strong guides can stimulate their own abilities and make them reach their peak state.

It was also the first time Wu Chenghe tried to stimulate Jin Xuan, and it was in such a complicated environment, so he was somewhat nervous. However, he and Jin Xuan are extremely compatible and have perfect synesthesia, so in addition to being a little messy at first, he quickly stabilized later. Through the filamentous thought tentacles, he even felt a certain resonance in the consciousness clouds of the two people, stimulating and comforting each other, and gradually moving towards a new height together.

On the ring, the first round came to an end. The iron head was an angry bull with red eyes and wide-open nostrils, chasing Jin Xuan and beating hard. In this battle, he was defending his title, and the pressure was far greater than Jin Xuan, so he played his strong and hard fist characteristics from the beginning, pressing Jin Xuan with a series of storms, trying to quickly consume Jin Xuan's physical strength. Strive to get the game within two rounds so that his fans will be more loyal and his sponsors will be more generous.

Jin Xuan seized his mentality, and refused to give him a chance to face off. Taking advantage of the loopholes in his actions, Jin Xuan dodged and walked around the court with his nose. Gradually, Tietou's attacking rhythm became a little chaotic. Jin Xuan's mysterious containment made him anxious and irritable. He could neither get rid of it nor defeat it—Jin Xuan's reaction was too fast and his judgment was too accurate. It seemed that every time he only needed one With energy, Jin Xuan can guess his movements, his intentions, and even his mental activities.

This is also Wu Chenghe's credit. He stimulated Jin Xuan's potential, allowing Jin Xuan to predict his movement trends through the slightest muscle line changes of his opponents, blocking them in advance, and responding quickly.

So what originally wanted to contain and consume others has become restrained and consumed by others. When the midfield bell rang, Tietou almost felt a little grateful. Fortunately, he could stop, take a breath, and organize himself. Rhythm.

A few minutes later, the referee gave the score in the first game, and Jin Xuan won by a narrow margin, temporarily pressing on top of the iron head.

As soon as the results were announced, there was a sound of air-conditioning in the audience. The battle just now was too fast and too cool. Their eyes were a bit unable to keep up, but it felt like the iron head attacked all the way and it seemed to hit Jin Xuan several times. Xuan has always kept a low profile, except for the fact that the first punch is more real, but there are some shadows behind him that can't see clearly.

Why is there such a blinding result? !

There was a noisy buzz from the stands, and it was an intense conversation among the audience. On the boxing ring, Jin Xuan sat quietly on the chair in the corner, spit out the mouthguard, and took the water bottle from the staff to drink. The iron-headed fist was too heavy. Even if he tried to avoid it, his body was still colored. The ribs were green, the knees were swollen, the eyebrows were hung, and thin bloodshots leaked out.

The doctor wiped his wound with alcohol and asked if there was anything wrong with him. Jin Xuan shook his head and looked at the diagonal iron head with his dark eyes. Tietou's face was pale and his lips were blue, but there were no obvious scars on his body. On the one hand, it was because the skin was too dark, and on the other hand, because Jin Xuan used soft energy in the attack just now, and the face was not visible and hurt It's all inside.

The Jin family used the famous "Yan's fighting method" of Chinese descent. Simply put, it is a mixture of modern fighting and ancient kung fu. This kind of fighting method is quite vicious, and there are often no traces on the surface, and the bones and blood vessels inside are broken. Jin Xuan received the true story of Jin Che since he was a child, and he dared to start with the robber who kidnapped him when he was a teenager. Both theory and practice are just new.

Of course, Jin Xuan was not going to beat an innocent boxer, but it was not too light.

Looking over the iron head, Jin Xuan swept to the VIP stand again, Yinbo sat there with his arms folded and Erlang's legs, with a cynical smile at the corner of his mouth, his expression calm. The quartermaster next to him was extremely excited, yelling at the ring again and again, than his thumbs, obviously he was quite enjoyable just watching.

Behind a seat, Wu Chenghe, he sat there quietly, like a deep pool of water, and the roars around him seemed to be shielded from his world by a strange aura, completely unable to affect his mood. .

His condition seems to be much more stable than when he was in the casino before... Jin Xuan was a little surprised, seeing him looking at him with some worry, raised his eyebrows at him, and said through his consciousness: [Don’t worry, I was warming up before. , I’m going to fight back in the next game]

Wu Chenghe smiled at him and nodded lightly.

"Ding--" The bell rang, and the second round began.

"Roar!" Tie Tou shouted, still preemptively, his huge body pressed against Jin Xuan fiercely. After the last fight, he has realized that Jin Xuan is not the rich second generation who burns money on a whim, but a master who has received rigorous training and is familiar with certain special fighting skills. He felt a little guilty, because he hadn't come into contact with this Eastern fighting style of play, but he had no retreat. He won two games in three games. Jin Xuan had already won one game. If there was another game, he would be over.

So he must take the initiative in his hands at the beginning of the game, he can no longer let Jin Xuan lead his nose, he must suppress the rhythm of the whole game!

However, to everyone's surprise, in this round, Jin Xuan did not continue his previous play style of wandering flexibly and taking the opportunity to sneak attacks, but instead launched a frontal counterattack against the iron head!

Jin Xuan's body is not as sturdy as the iron head, but his muscle strength is not worse than that of the iron head. He punches it out, and the speed is several times that of the iron head. The heavy iron fist, coupled with the fierce speed, allowed Jin Xuan to completely grasp the initiative in the ring. He no longer takes tricks blindly, but uses the fast punches unique to Eastern Fighting, coupled with sturdy legs, to push the iron head to a dead end again!

Only two-thirds of a round, the rhythm of Tietou had been completely shattered by Jin Xuan. His huge body was hit by Jin Xuan little by little like a collapsed mountain. He struggled to fight back and wanted to get up. But it was incapable. Jin Xuan was like a raging lion, roaring in deterrence, while pressing him to burst out rounds of combos, as if his strength was inexhaustible, and he would never get tired.

Iron hair howled of collapse, slapped the ground with his palms, signalling to admit defeat, his coach threw the towel into the court, and at the same time said to give up the game. The referee blew his whistle to announce the end of the game and rushed to pull Jin Xuan away from Tietou. There was a boo in the stands, and many people were still immersed in Jin Xuan's few rounds of storm-like combos just now, and it took a long time to talk about it.

The referee was also afraid that Jin Xuan would pass the **** off and could not control himself, and signaled to the staff next to him to be ready to give him a balance agent at any time. Unexpectedly, as soon as Jin Xuan left Tietou, his calmness was restored, his eyes were clear, his breathing quickly calmed down, but he seemed a little excited, raising his fists high and shouting towards the stands. Those who bought him naturally responded to his roar. Some who bought iron heads were also impressed by his skill and stood up and applauded.

Wu Chenghe quietly retracted his thinking tentacles and looked at the bruised man on the stage. Jin Xuan's body was **** and sweaty, half of his face was covered with bruises, and the old injury on his right arm tended to recur and swelled up in a circle. He looked terribly embarrassed, but when the chasing light of the dome hit him, his scarred body glowed with a shocking unique charm.

He is like a warrior rising up in the flames of war, full of fierce masculinity, people can't look away at all!

Wu Chenghe's eyes lit up, and he stretched out **** into his mouth and blew a very loud whistle. In the whistle, he unknowingly used his consciousness, and the ending trembled, which lasted for a long time. Jin Xuan heard his voice, one eye was swollen, he squinted and looked in his direction, and gave him a wild kiss.

"Good job! Great!" The quartermaster was about to burst high, separated everyone and rushed to the ring, hugged Jin Xuan who came down from the stage, laughed, and slapped his back. "It's so enjoyable, so exciting, I didn't expect you to have such a good skill, brother! Amazing!"

Jin Xuan smiled and gave him a high-five, and took the ice bag that Wu Chenghe handed over and pressed it on the swollen right eye, and said, "Fortunately, I haven't punched for a long time. It's unfamiliar." The host next to him motioned to him to receive the bonus. He shook his head and said to Yinbo: "Let them charge half of my account and half of them to my eldest brother." He patted the quartermaster on the shoulder.

"This, this, this doesn't work." The quartermaster's expression changed and he shook his hand quickly. He loves money, but the military has military rules, so he can't accept bribes blatantly.

"Don't worry, they will take good account." Jin Xuan smiled slightly and whispered, "Gambling will be made for you, and the tax will be paid as usual. No one can find out."

"Oh, brother, you are too polite." The quartermaster smiled. He had just dropped 40,000 on Jin Xuan. He had already doubled and earned it back. Now there is an extra 150,000 federal coins, even in addition to taxes. Large sum.

"It's hard to buy a daughter and I'm happy." Jin Xuan picked up his eyebrows and said, "It's too noisy here, go, go to the VIP room upstairs and sit down."

The quartermaster had already reached a tacit agreement with him, so naturally he would not refuse, and walked upstairs on his shoulders. Looking at the hundreds of thousands of federal coins that suddenly appeared on the account, Wu Chenghe's legs trembled a little, and he pulled Yinbo and asked in a low voice, "By the way, I won with the 1,000 public funds. Do you want to put it all in the account? ?"

Yinbo gave him a blank glance: "Are you okay? Do you think the federal government wants you this money?"

Wu Chenghe choked, sound wave patted his head, and said, "Just go back a thousand, let Longbow do the bill for you. This is the advantage of being a spy. You can make some private money without being lucky, and you can sleep a lot if you are lucky. A beautiful man..." Thinking of the quartermaster, he pressed his chest and vomited, pointing upstairs and saying, "Then what, I didn't mean him."

Before he finished his words, Jin Xuan's lion suddenly protruded its big head from above, and gave a low "bluff". Sonic's black panther was immediately on the verge of an enemy, although it was still unclear whether the owner had said something about his illness, his claws tightened and he was ready to run away at any time.

[Calm down! Soundwave hates iron and grabs its top skin, and said to Wu Chenghe: "I'm not talking about guns either."

Wu Chenghe didn't care whether Jin Xuan was a beautiful man or not, because that was an indisputable fact. Holding hundreds of thousands of federal coins was still a bit dreamy, and he gave a silly "Oh" and floated upstairs.

In the VIP room, Jin Xuan put on a bathrobe and sat on the sofa, Wu Chenghe knelt down beside him, sterilized and bandaged the wound on his body, and applied an ice pack to the swollen area. The quartermaster had cooled down from his previous excitement, holding a goblet, watching the red wine rippling in the glass, and a suspicious look slowly appeared in his eyes: "Brother, you are so good at it. Have you practiced before?"

"Huh huh." Jin Xuan smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said casually, "It's a family heir. I have learned oriental fighting from my father since I was a child, and I played professional games when I was young."

"Oh?" The quartermaster rolled his eyes and said, "Eastern Fight...Is it Yanshi Fight?"

Jin Xuan's expression froze, and for a long time he nodded reluctantly and said, "Yes."

"Are you a descendant of the Yan family?" The quartermaster was extremely surprised, his eyes glowing, "Are you the Yan family?"

The so-called Yanshi fighting is a fighting genre founded by a master of Oriental Chinese Studies more than 300 years ago. The master of Chinese studies was surnamed Yan. It is said that he was a high-ranking naval officer when he was young. He later retired from the military for some reason and established the "Yan Shi Guoxue Hall" to study oriental martial arts with great concentration, and finally founded the "Yan Shi Fighting" which is both internal and external .

This kind of fighting technique is very magical. It is completely different from traditional Western fighting. It integrates aggressiveness, artistry, and ideology. Soldiers can improve their combat effectiveness by training, ordinary people can strengthen their bodies by training, and those thinkers can use it to study the mysterious. Eastern culture cleanses the soul and cultivates sentiment. This fighting was listed as an Olympic event shortly after its appearance, and it was also included in basic school physical education textbooks. It can be said that more than eight of the ten Dunkel Federation members can compare with each other.

But this does not mean that everyone can practice Yanshi fighting well. On the contrary, because of its complex system, the difficulty of practice increases geometrically as it goes up, so most people just stop at the skin, even those in the Olympics. Champions and high-ranking military officials can only practice up to seven out of ten of the outer martial arts.

The true quintessence of Yan's fighting is its inner strength mental method. This set of mental methods is the secret of Yan's unfamiliar. For three hundred years, only Yan's direct blood can be studied. In the century-old Yan family, in this generation, the people are slightly withered, and only Yan Ling, the curator of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, remains. Yan Lingyu has a son and a daughter. The eldest son is a famous mecha master who works at the Federal Academy of Sciences, and the younger is a ballerina. It is a pity that these two people are not cold about fighting, and none of them is willing to inherit the secrets of the family.

However, there are rumors that Yan Ling has a mistress who gave birth to an illegitimate child for him in his early years. Many people have rumored that this illegitimate child is the true descendant of Yan's fight.

The quartermaster looked at Jin Xuan thoughtfully. He noticed during the fight just now that this legendary rich second generation uses a certain mysterious oriental boxing technique, which is a bit like Yan's fighting routine, but better than the army. The one that is popular here is much smarter, and it seems to have something special in terms of breathing.

Yan Ling is a mixed race of Chinese and German. The young man in front of him has black hair and dark eyes, but his facial features are very deep, especially the high protruding eyebrows, which feels a bit German.

Could he be... that bastard?