Global Catastrophic: My Kung Fu Automatically Cultivates

The two reached a verbal agreement, and Sambo Singh finally had no worries, but he still took a cautious stance.

"Close combat?" Lu Chong took a look and became interested.

I have heard that the close combat method of India is unique, and today I can learn it.

Let Sambo Singh get close to him, until the opponent kicked like a whip, with the attached energy, Lu Chong just countered it and used the close combat moves of the Eighteen Rolling Knife.

Bang!

A real collision, Lu Chong remained motionless.

On the other hand, Sambo Singh, although he failed to shake Lu Chong, did not retreat. Instead, he twisted his body like a flexible snake, unloading Lu Chong's force.

At the same time, Sambo Singh's body surface was covered with golden light, and he rebounded with a stronger force, using his head as a hammer to hit Lu Chong's chest.

"It is the true meaning of the body and the true meaning of strength!" Lu Chong was surprised.

Unexpectedly, in the moves of this Indian player, he felt the rare true meaning of the body and the true meaning of strength.

Thinking of the opponent's body flexibility that exceeded the normal human range, Lu Chong reacted.

This Indian martial arts is probably mainly concentrated in these two aspects, especially body training.

Realizing this, Lu Chong quickly changed his moves and used martial arts such as Golden Bell Cover and Mountain Seal to fight with the opponent.

"Practice makes perfect for the true meaning of the body, learn from it and deduce it. If you have any insights, you will improve slightly."

"Practice makes perfect for the true meaning of strength, learn from it and deduce it. If you have any insights, you will improve slightly."

A pleasant reminder soon appeared in his mind, and Lu Chong was even more delighted. "Finding this Indian player is really an unexpected gain."

The two of them punched and kicked, mostly in close combat, or relying on body protection methods to fight head-on, or fighting each other with fists and feet.

Although Sambo Singh's moves are weird and changeable, his style is very different from Chinese martial arts.

But the martial arts that Lu Chong is proficient in now are all-encompassing, and he can quickly find a way to restrain him, and even use his own way to treat others, which is more exquisite than Sambo Singh.

After hundreds of moves, Sambo Singh was almost exhausted, and Lu Chong could not feel the improvement of the true meaning of the two martial arts.

Lu Chong did not use force on Sambo Singh, but stopped in time and said, "Thank you."

Sambo Singh looked at Lu Chong, who did not even shed a drop of sweat, and was full of admiration.

"Thank you, Mr. Lu Chong, for showing mercy."

Lu Chong smiled slightly, "This is still yours. Remember our agreement. I will wait for you at Hill No. 70."

After that, Lu Chong turned around and left in style.

He did not occupy Sambo Singh's eye of the storm.

As for Hill No. 70, no one dared to take over while Lu Chong was away.

When he returned to the hill, Lu Chong noticed that his true meaning of strength had increased by one percentage point.

Although his true meaning of body was less than one percent, it did increase.

"There are a total of 28 Indian contestants on the island. If they all come to challenge me, maybe my body's true meaning can be raised to a new level."

"Even if it can't reach the heavenly level, it's almost there, not to mention that there is an Indian martial king behind me."

Lu Chong still cares about the true meaning of the body.

This martial arts true meaning represents the pure strength and toughness of the physical body, as well as the defensive power of the body-protecting qi.

Only when the defense is strong to a certain extent can he stand firm in a truly high-intensity battle and then have the power to fight back.

In short, no one can fall behind in the eight martial arts true meanings, otherwise it will form a short board.

Seeing that Lu Chong did not make any more ruthless moves and returned to the eye of the storm No. 70, the contestants who were silently paying attention to him couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

"Lu Chong seems to have a better temper today." The contestants thought in unison.

On the fifth day, Sambo Singh did not break his promise, and Lu Chong really waited for the challenge of other Indian contestants.

Moreover, Sambo Singh was very thoughtful, sending a person every half an hour or so to leave enough time for Lu Chong to communicate.

Anyway, it was just a martial arts exchange, and the inheritance would not be leaked out, so it was not a taboo for Sambo Singh.

The high-caste strongmen in India have a high prestige and influence in their own country, and ordinary people dare not disobey them.

After this day, Lu Chong's true meaning of strength and true meaning of body made great progress.

With the rise of the tide, even his middle-grade heavenly level of pulling mountains and shaking the earth directly entered the great perfection.

True meaning of strength (68%)

True meaning of body (95

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Mountain-shaking Great Achievement (12%)

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"The true meaning of the body is not far from evolving to the heavenly level." Lu Chong said in secret.

However, the Indian players can no longer learn from him for the time being, so Lu Chong has to find a new opponent.

"I have not met any ninjas from R country except Yamamoto Ichiro."

Thinking of this, Lu Chong stood up again after the night fell on this day, and took advantage of his challenge today to find Yamamoto Ichiro.

At this moment, Yamamoto Ichiro, who was practicing quietly in the eye of the storm No. 77, was almost depressed when he saw Lu Chong rushing towards him.

The painful lesson from the last time was still vivid in his mind, and he felt pain all over his body when he thought about it now.

"Mr. Lu Chong, I admit that I am not your opponent." Yamamoto Ichiro looked directly at Lu Chong who was climbing the mountain and said carefully.

"I also apologize to you for my previous recklessness."

"I hope you can forgive me." Yamamoto Ichiro said sincerely.

He really didn't want to fight with Lu Chong now. He was sure to be defeated. The key was that the end would be miserable and it would affect his training.

Lu Chong thought about it and didn't do it. Instead, he said coldly: "Invite other ninjas to come and spar with me tomorrow, and I will let you go for the time being."

This was his real purpose. After all, there was not much point in beating this guy up again.

Yamamoto Ichiro was slightly stunned, and then reacted, and said: "Okay, Lu Chong, I promise you, I will do it for you."

Lu Chong turned around and left, changing his target and heading straight to another hill.

Yamamoto Ichiro lowered his head and didn't look up to see Lu Chong off, but his little eyes were full of humiliation and hatred.

"One day, I will make you pay the price... the price of your life." Yamamoto Ichiro was ruthless in his heart.

Lu Chong didn't know whether Yamamoto Ichiro's surrender was sincere, but he didn't care.

If it weren't for the rules here, he would have killed him long ago. Why would he wait until now?

Soon, Lu Chong climbed to the top of another hill and saw Park Jin-hae, who looked frightened, and smiled kindly.

"You, why did you come to see me again?" Park Jin-hae also recalled the fear of being beaten into a mummy.