Global Cataclysm: My Martial Arts Practice Automatically

Lu Chong also noticed Chen Hao, who was last in the winning percentage.

"Haozi is putting pressure on himself." Lu Chong understood Chen Hao's thoughts in seconds.

He can help Chen Hao fight for a higher position in the eye of the storm, but Lu Chong feels that Chen Hao does not need to intervene for the time being.

"Going up step by step on your own is the path Hao Zi chose." Lu Chong said secretly.

Moreover, he believed that Chen Hao could do it.

...

On the fourth day of the special training on the island, Lu Chong could not wait for the challenge of others.

This time, even the players from country H, led by Park Zhenhai, died.

Although no one challenged Lu Chong, almost all the players were paying attention to Lu Chong's movements secretly, not knowing who he would take the initiative to challenge next.

After all, Lu Chong took the initiative to go down the mountain for the first three days.

The most worried are Maddison from country M and Lemon from country E. The eye of the storm they are currently in is ahead of Lu Chong.

As for Gao Ganjun and Luo Changhe, who are also from Huaxia, they have no such concerns.

Here, everyone has a tacit understanding and agrees with the outside world.

You can compete for rankings, but you can't compete internally.

Time passed, and in a blink of an eye, it was eleven o'clock that night.

Lu Chong, who had been cultivating in Eye of Storm 70, suddenly stood up and went down the mountain.

As soon as he moved here, the players from all over the world immediately woke up and became nervous.

Everyone can watch the movements of others through the monitoring attached to the electronic map.

And now, they almost all locked Lu Chong alone.

"Fakeer, where is he going? Isn't he coming to find me?" Madison sat next to the eye of Storm No. 67, most worried.

Lemon, who was at the eye of storm 68, was also watching Lu Chong's every move.

Gao Ganjun and Luo Changhe were located in the eye of storm No. 66 and No. 69, respectively, and also saw Lu Chong's movement at this time.

However, they are not worried.

The big deal, just give it to Lu Chong, there is no need to compete here.

Everyone wants to know where Lu Chong is going.

"Huh? How did he get there?" Maddison, who was preparing to fight with all his strength, was suddenly stunned, because he found that Lu Chong was going in the opposite direction.

Instead of turning to the higher hills, he went straight to the periphery.

But the eye of the storm in that direction is obviously not as good as No. 70. Why did Lu Chong do the opposite?

In the end, Lu Chong stopped at the foot of the mountain where the eye of storm 81 was and climbed up without hesitation.

"He went to the Indians? Why, no one provokes him?"

Not only Madison and Lemon, but also Gao Ganjun and others from Huaxia were a little confused.

The strongest Sangbo Singh in India is only a 9th dan martial artist. Why would Lu Chong challenge it himself?

The eye of the storm he was in was obviously not as good as the eye of storm No. 70 where Lu Chong was before.

Lu Chong can't do anything right now. The players from country H have been wiped out for the time being, and the other ninjas from country R have not taken the initiative to challenge.

So, Lu Chong can only choose his opponent.

And those who can bring him the true meaning of martial arts, in addition to R country, there are more players from India.

The closest to him is Sambo Singh at Eye of Storm 81.

Sambo Singh is really panicking now, "Why, I didn't mess with him when I was in the global competition."

He is standing upside down on the platform in an extremely twisted and difficult posture at the moment.

Oh no, not a handstand.

After Lu Chong approached, he found that the Indian player was lying on the platform, but his lower body was folded up and his butt was on his head.

In this posture, it looks like he has rolled himself up from head to toe.

High technical content.

"Is this the Indian martial art of yoga?" Lu Chong thought with interest.

Seeing Lu Chong approaching, Sangbo Singh almost lost his temper while practicing. He quickly recovered and looked at Lu Chong with a frown: "Mr. Lu Chong, I'm not your opponent."

"If you want it here, I can give it to you now."

Sangbo Singh is not a person who is afraid of things, but he has seen the battle in which Lu Chong ravaged Ichiro Yamamoto, so he is afraid that he will be beaten as badly by Lu Chong.

In his opinion, Lu Chong is the kind of devil in Indian legends.

Lu Chong said a little embarrassedly: "I misunderstood, I am not here to challenge you."

Sangbo Singh was relieved and asked with a smile, "That's great, Mr. Lu Chong, do you have something to discuss with me?"

Lu Chong nodded of course, "Yes, I just want to have a friendly discussion with you."

The heart that Sangbo Singh had just put down suddenly came up again, friendly exchange? Isn't this still going to challenge me?

But I'm not really an opponent.

Sangbo Singh's face is already young and mature, and he looks even more vicissitudes. "Mr. Lu Chong is very powerful. I know that I am not an opponent, so I don't need to learn from each other."

Lu Chong shook his head firmly, "Learn from each other, you are too modest."

"But..." Sangbo Singer said with some embarrassment: "Can Mr. Lu Chong be merciful?"

Sambo Singh looked at Lu Chong as if he was looking at a pervert who likes to abuse the weak.

Lu Chong was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the other party must have seen the picture of himself ravaging Yamamoto Ichiro, so he was afraid.

But the reason why he cleaned up Yamamoto Ichiro was not because he was a psychopath, but because he had a grudge with Yamamoto Ichiro.

Unexpectedly, it scared the Indian player into this.

Lu Chong was about to explain when suddenly his thoughts changed and he came to his mind.

He showed a smile that he thought was cold, and said in a solemn tone: "It's not impossible for me to be merciful."

"But, first of all, you have to go all out and have a good communication with me."

"Secondly, I heard that you are a high caste group in India, and your status is respected on your side, right?"

Sangbo Singh nodded quickly and said, "Yes, yes, Mr. Lu Chong, if you have time to visit India, I will definitely entertain you."

"No." Lu Chong shook his head and said, "I just need you to tell other Indian players."

"Let them leave the challenge opportunity to me tomorrow, and come to me to discuss and exchange in turn."

"Don't worry, it's really just a friendly exchange, I won't hit them hard." Lu Chong emphasized again.

This is Lu Chong's temporary idea, because this way, he doesn't have to waste the opportunity to challenge and go to those Indian players one by one to learn from each other.

And with Sambo Singh, a high-caste strongman taking the lead, Lu Chong believes that it is not difficult to do.

The powerhouse of the high caste has even more influence in India than the disciples of the consortium like Park Zhenhai.

"I'm really a little genius, isn't this a good way to do it once and for all?"

Sambo Singh was a little stunned, but he didn't expect Lu Chong to have such a hobby.

Is it really just a friendly discussion?

If that's the case, it's not a bad thing.

So, Sambo Singh finally agreed reluctantly, "Then I will trouble Mr. Lu Chong to give instructions."

He couldn't do anything either. If he didn't accept this so-called exchange and discussion, Lu Chong could challenge him every day so that he couldn't cultivate here.

Sambo Singh really doesn't dare to offend the devil Lu Chong now.