Global catastrophe: My martial arts practice automatically

Lu Chong also noticed Chen Hao, whose winning rate ranked last.

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

He could help Chen Hao get a more advanced eye of the storm, but Lu Chong felt that Chen Hao didn't need to intervene for the time being.

"Step by step on your own is the path Haozi chose." Lu Chong thought to himself.

Moreover, he believed that Chen Hao could do it.

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

This time, even the players from Country H, headed by Park Jinhae, stopped playing.

Although no one challenged Lu Chong, almost all the players were secretly paying attention to Lu Chong's movements, wondering who he would challenge next.

After all, Lu Chongke took the initiative to go down the mountain in the past three days.

The most fearful ones are Madison from Country M and Lemon from Country E. They are currently in the eye of the storm, but they are further ahead than Lu Chong.

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

Here, everyone has a tacit understanding and is unanimous in dealing 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 Zhan, who had been practicing in the eye of storm No. 70, suddenly stood up and walked down the mountain.

As soon as he made a move, 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.

But now, they have almost all targeted Lu Chong.

"Faker, where is he going? He's not coming to find me, is he?" Madison was sitting next to the eye of storm No. 67, feeling the most worried.

Lemon, who was at the eye of storm No. 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 they also saw Lu Chong's movements at this time.

However, they are not worried.

At worst, 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?" Madison, who was about to fight with all his strength, was suddenly startled because he discovered that Lu Chong was walking in the opposite direction.

He did not turn to a higher mountain, but went directly to the outskirts.

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

Finally, Lu Chong stopped at the foot of the mountain where the eye of storm No. 81 was located, and climbed up without hesitation.

"He went to find the Indians? Why, everyone should provoke him?"

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

The strongest Sambo Singh in India is just a ninth-level martial artist. Why would Lu Chong challenge him personally?

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

Lu Chong had nothing to do now. All the players from Country H had been eliminated for the time being, and other ninjas from Country R did not take the initiative to challenge.

Therefore, Lu Chong could only choose his opponent.

As for those who can bring him the true meaning of martial arts, besides those from Country R, ​​there are more players from India.

The one closest to him was Sambo Singh who was in the eye of storm No. 81.

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

He was currently standing upside down on the platform in an extremely twisted and difficult posture.

Oh no, not handstand.

After Lu Chong got closer, he discovered that the Indian player was lying on the platform, but his lower body was folded up and his butt was pressed against his head.

In this posture, it looks like you have rolled yourself up from head to toe.

The technical content is very high.

"Is this the yoga martial arts of India?" Lu Chong thought with great interest.

Seeing Lu Chong approaching, Sambosinger almost got distracted from practicing. He quickly recovered and looked at Lu Chong with a sad face: "Mr. Lu Chong, I am not your opponent."

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

Sambor Singh is not a person who is afraid of trouble, but he has seen the battle where Lu Chong ravaged Yamamoto Ichiro, so he is afraid of being beaten just 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'm not here to challenge you."

Sambosinghe breathed a sigh of relief and asked with a smile: "That's great, Mr. Lu Chong, do you want to discuss something with me?"

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

Sambor Singh's heart that had just been put down suddenly picked up again, friendly exchanges? Doesn't this still challenge me?

But I'm really no match.

Sambo Singh's already youthful face looked even more weathered, "Mr. Lu Chong is very powerful. I know I am no match for him, so I don't need to compete."

Lu Chong shook his head firmly, "We are learning from each other, you are too humble."

"But..." Sambo Singh said with some embarrassment: "Can Mr. Lu Chong be merciful?"

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

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

But the reason why he dealt with Ichiro Yamamoto was not because he was mentally abnormal, but because he had a grudge against Ichiro Yamamoto.

Unexpectedly, this Indian player was frightened like this.

Lu Chong was waiting for an explanation when his thoughts suddenly changed and he came up with a plan.

He showed what he thought was a cold smile and said in a solemn tone: "It's not impossible to be merciful if you want me to."

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

"Secondly, I heard that you are a high-caste person in India and your status is respected there, right?"

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

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

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

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

This was Lu Chong's impromptu idea, because this way, he wouldn't have to waste the opportunity to challenge and compete with Indian players one by one.

And with Sambo Singh, a strong man from a high caste, taking the lead, Lu Chong believed that it would not be difficult to do it.

The influence of strong men from high castes in India is even greater than that of disciples of financial groups like Park Zhenhai in their own country.

"I'm really a little genius. Isn't this a good way to solve it once and for all?"

Sambosinghe was a little dazed. 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, Sambosinghe finally reluctantly agreed, "Then I'll ask Mr. Lu Chong to give me some advice."

He had no choice. If he didn't accept this so-called exchange and discussion, Lu Chong could challenge him every day and make him unable to practice here.

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