Global Cataclysm: My Martial Arts Practice Automatically

"Master Park, what should I do now?"

A younger brother next to Park Zhenhai stepped forward and asked, "We have no chance to challenge today."

Park Zhenhai looked at the time, it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon on the 18th.

He didn't care about the tunnel: "Don't worry, he has already wasted a lot of time today, how much can the remaining time be improved?"

"Wait until tomorrow, you can continue." Park Zhenhai ordered, "With the accumulation of time, his training time in the eye of the storm will be less than half of my time."

"At that time, it will not be sure who is stronger and who is weaker."

"Now, let's each go to practice."

Immediately, Park Zhenhai also went to find a relatively backward eye of the storm, and went to practice on his own.

No. 76 Yuanneng Storm Eye, Lu Chong sat on the high platform, feeling the more intense Yuanneng, and felt extremely happy.

"This place is really wonderful, it deserves to be called a place of opportunity." Lu Chong secretly said.

What he earned here in one day was worth half a month in school.

Looking at his own cultivation progress at this point, Lu Chong even felt unreal.

Name: Lu Chong

Rank: Wuzong 5th dan

Martial arts——

Top grades: the true meaning of cutting, the true meaning of power, the true meaning of life, the true meaning of speed, the true meaning of God, the true meaning of body

The lower grades of Tianjie: the true meaning of softness/big tree roots, qi rushing bullfighting

Heavenly Rank Middle Grade: The True Meaning of Explosion

Top grade in the sky: Fire Plume Meteor Dacheng

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"The cultivation base will soon break through to the sixth stage."

"In the true sense of martial arts, with the sparring of these people, it is also steadily improving."

Lu Chong estimated that if he continued to scour the wool, after three months, in addition to the true meaning of God and the true meaning of body, other martial arts should have the hope of reaching the level of heaven.

"It's a pity that there are too few martial arts that contain the true meaning of God and the true meaning of body, and it is even rarer to see them abroad." Lu Chong secretly regretted.

In the quiet and high-speed practice, Lu Chong could hardly feel the passage of time.

In the blink of an eye, a new day came again, and his cultivation was one step closer to breaking through the sixth stage.

However, before Lu Chong could look for a new challenge, a player from country H who was beaten yesterday came to him again.

"Mr. Lu Chong, please enlighten me!" The young man approached cautiously, not daring to offend Lu Chong with his words.

Lu Chong grinned, "Okay, do you have any new tricks, just use them."

The young man didn't know why, but he said honestly: "No, I did my best yesterday."

The smile on Lu Chong's face suddenly subsided, and he said with cherished words: "Then get out!"

A rolling word was spit out, like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring, and abruptly shook the young man of the eighth rank of the martial artist in front of him, rolled his eyes and fainted.

From start to finish, not even a minute was lost.

Without new martial arts and progress, Lu Chong was too lazy to accompany them.

The next climbers to challenge Lu Chong were still the dozen or so players from country H.

But today, Lu Chong was not polite to them. Most of them tried two tricks to find out their trump cards, and then stunned them and sent them away.

He just made it clear to them that if there is no progress in martial arts, don't come to me, and the young master will not accompany him.

In the infirmary of country H, there were many young players who were injured or fainted. When Park Zhenhai heard the news, he was a little confused.

"Master Park, I don't know why, he has become so cruel today, he doesn't waste time with us at all." A contestant complained.

"All of us together, we couldn't hold on for half an hour."

Park Zhenhai's face was gloomy, his hands were clenched tightly, but he quickly calmed down, "It now seems that he wants to learn the martial arts heritage of our big H nation through you."

"But this Chinese man is too conceited, thinking that he can really learn our extensive and profound martial arts by fighting for a short time?"

"Don't worry. Next, you will improve your cultivation and practice martial arts, and then go to delay his time."

Park Zhenhai said viciously: "I want him to understand until the end that he can only fight for nothing."

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At the eye of the storm on No. 76, Lu Chong was a little dissatisfied with today's harvest. These players from country H could no longer bring him the improvement of the true meaning of martial arts.

"Fortunately, my challenge opportunity today has not been used, so let's go to the next lucky audience."

Lu Chong flipped through the electronic map and quickly found a suitable target - Ichiro Yamamoto.

He wouldn't forget that last time in the virtual space, this seemingly polite Yamamoto Ichiro wanted to kill him while he was weak.

In order to save himself, Chen Hao was stabbed by the opponent.

Although it was in a virtual space and Chen Hao was not dead, Lu Chong knew that it would be very painful, just like the pain in reality.

If this revenge is not repaid, Lu Chong is in vain as the captain.

So, an hour later, in the infirmary of country H, there was another person covered in bandages, and it was Ichiro Yamamoto.

Because there are less than 30 players from country H and country R combined, the camps of the two countries are shared, after all, some funds can be saved.

Park Zhenhai looked at Ichiro Yamamoto, who was even worse than himself, and suddenly felt that he seemed to be lucky.

"Today's Lu Chong may have a bad temper." Park Zhenhai suddenly shuddered, and the players next to him who saw Yamamoto Ichiro's tragic condition were silent.

Ichiro Yamamoto, the dignified ninjas of the fourth level and fifth rank are not even Lu Chong's opponents, and they were abused so badly, why would they challenge others?

Not only them, everyone who paid attention to this battle understands that Lu Chong is even more terrifying now after half a year.

Of the 300 players who came here, I'm afraid no one can shake Lu Chong's status.

No. 1 in the global martial arts competition, once again proving to them who is the boss.

Lu Chong doesn't care what these foreign players think, he is now occupying the No. 70 eye of the storm, and he is fascinated by his practice.

People like Ichiro Yamamoto and Park Zhenhai have long been ignored by him.

His current targets are not even among Wu Zong or fourth-level powerhouses, but those Wu Wangs who occupy the eye of the storm in front of him.

If it wasn't for the purpose of learning the true meaning of martial arts from individual players, Lu Chong wouldn't even bother to waste time with them.

"King Wu!" Lu Chong thought to himself, "When I challenge them, the rewards should be even greater."

At this time, Lu Chong didn't know how much influence his winning streak, especially after defeating Park Nihui and ravaging Yamamoto Ichiro, had brought to the people on this small island.