I died and became a god in the game

This boss Fang is quite sensible.

Shen Senguang gave him a special look before leaving the bathing center.

After leaving the bathing center, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon. When Shen Senguang was about to go home, he passed by a martial arts gym that taught Taekwondo. In front of the door was a photo of the owner of the martial arts studio and the 9th Dan of Dahan Mingguo Taekwondo, who is also the president of the Taekwondo Association. .

In this group photo, the master of the martial arts gym is kneeling on the ground, bowing to the ninth dan of Dahan Ming Kingdom.

The title is exactly "The purest and most classic Taekwondo martial arts gym. The gym owner worships Han Guo Jiuduan and the president of the Taekwondo Association as his teacher. The muscles trained in the gym are all dead muscles. Traditional martial arts gyms are all dance routines. Here you can Only then can we cultivate the masculine nature of boys.】

Shen Senguang blinked, what a grand slogan for a martial arts gym.

He then looked at the small sign hanging next to the vertical sign at the door [Want to learn Han language to immigrate? Please call XX...]

Shen Senguang said with a certain amount of annoyance: "That guy William gives me a headache. I just need to find someone to practice my skills with."

"Isn't this just delivered to your door?"

Shen Senguang pushed open the door and entered.

When you enter the door, there is a wooden board for slippers and a shoe rack for changing shoes.

"That man, you have to take off your shoes when you come in." A man wearing a Taekwondo uniform said rudely. "Hurry up."

Shen Senguang glanced at him. The arrogant man suddenly became as silent as a rabbit meeting a wolf, with the hairs standing up on his back.

The coach didn't know why, but he suddenly felt guilty and didn't dare to speak.

Shen Senguang looked around. This martial arts gym was quite big, about the size of two basketball courts. There were children training inside, teenagers practicing sparring, and a lot of coaches.

Shen Senguang saw the name of the martial arts gym director on the sign at the door. There happened to be several parents surrounding him, asking him how to sign up.

A parent said to the director: "I heard it's very troublesome for you to come in here. I don't know what conditions you need to meet?"

The curator was a young and strong young man. He glanced at the parent's child and shook his head disdainfully. "We have no shortage of students here. Your child is too weak. Let him go home and learn to skip rope."

"We don't accept it here."

The children practicing Taekwondo on the side laughed loudly and were full of ridicule.

The parent suppressed her blush, but she still wanted her child to enter this famous martial arts gym. "My child can do it with practice. Give my child a chance, okay?"

The martial arts master stopped talking and turned around to leave.

He bumped into Shen Senguang's body, and the martial arts master raised his eyebrows and glared dissatisfied, especially when he saw that Shen Senguang didn't take off his shoes and stepped directly on his original wooden floor worth tens of thousands of yuan.

"You also want to come over and become a disciple? Take off your shoes first."

Shen Senguang couldn't help but laugh. "You feel so good about yourself."

"I'm here to play."

"I think you are too bad. You are misleading others here. Let's do this. All of you will worship me as your teacher. Kowtow to me three times here and I will let you leave."

Shen Senguang said this on purpose, and all the martial arts practitioners were filled with evil spirits.

When facing ordinary people, of course he must use force to stop fighting and cannot bully them at will. But when facing these people who are also practicing martial arts, the evil dragon hidden in his heart awakens.

"Looking for death!" said the martial arts master: "Fuck you, another martial arts enthusiast who feels good about himself, you don't even count how much you weigh."

He had seen many people like this who had practiced Taekwondo for several months, and he felt that he was a fighting genius, so he dared to challenge people like them who had been practicing Taekwondo since childhood.

In fact, the strength of such people is often beyond the ability of even their teenage students who have studied for one or two years.

However, the person who came to play today is definitely the most arrogant person.

The master of the martial arts gym performed a forward kick to Shen Senguang in a standard manner.

He deliberately attacked Shen Senguang's arm so that he could kick the person down without hurting him. He could defeat the enemy with one move and make this person look like a joke.

After all, this is a legal society. If someone is injured, he will have to pay medical bills and may be detained.

Therefore, the martial arts master believes that he still has a sense of proportion.

When Shen Senguang saw this man performing the standard Taekwondo high-leg side kick, his pupils suddenly shrank, and the internal force flowed through every muscle and vein in his body. The sleeves of his shirt actually felt bulging under the internal force.

He raised his right hand, trying to block this sudden 'violent' blow, but after taking it, he showed a hint of disappointment.

Because the strength is too light!

This kick probably weighs more than 150 kilograms. Compared to ordinary people, one kick may indeed be enough to kill a person's descendants, and most people will basically be unable to stand up after being hit by this kick.

Faced with Shen Senguang, this kick was too light, too light.

Shen Senguang even withdrew his right hand and let his side kick hit his chest.

Shen Senguang looked at him helplessly. "Is this your full strength? You're a waste."

The martial arts coach was stunned, "How is that possible!"

He directly doubted his own life.

Who is this person!

Shen Senguang withdrew his inner strength and slapped him in the face with his right hand. Immediately, the martial arts coach spun around in the air, then knelt down and landed on the ground, as if he was kowtowing to Shen Senguang.

"You all come together, otherwise I won't even finish warming up!" Shen Senguang punched the cotton with a punch. Even without using any internal force, these people were definitely no match for him.

If these people come together, they probably won't be able to defeat the chainsaw murderer he met in the sewer!

Ten minutes later, Shen Senguang looked at the coaches and said to them: "There is no need to kowtow to me. If I had apprentices like you, where would I put my face?"

Shen Senguang looked at the young martial arts master who was kneeling on the ground. The arrogant young man was frightened by the beating and crawled back quickly. "You... don't come over."

Shen Senguang sighed: "You should go home and farm. Are you still teaching students?"

He turned around and left the martial arts hall. Damn it, these pieces of rubbish can't keep me entertained at all.

Now I feel what it means to be lonely as a master.

In the martial arts gym, a group of shocked teenagers looked at the tough coaches who used to show off in front of them. They were lying on the ground one by one and could no longer stand up. They went from surprise at first to disbelief to contempt. , and then the way they looked at these coaches felt something was wrong.

Parents who were still waiting to see whether to spend huge tuition fees to join this martial arts gym immediately made a decision and left the martial arts gym directly.

However, Shen Senguang spared his hand, only inflicting pain and not killing, so these people could feel relieved after a while.

After Shen Senguang left the martial arts hall, the bad breath in his chest was not released at all. These people were not his opponents at all.

"Having killed various BOSSes, I can't be satisfied with this kind of childish fight."

"These sheep will never see a real fight in their entire lives. How can they still be considered warriors?"

That person in the Taekwondo gym is probably not as good as the most ordinary Demonic Cultist from the third place in the world.

An ordinary wanderer in the Jiaofang Department that day could kill through the martial arts school just now.

Trash, they are all a bunch of trash, they can’t make me happy at all!

Shen Senguang held down his right hand, suppressed his excitement, and hurried back to his home. He looked at his laptop. If he wanted to know his own strength and have fun playing, he had to go find the zombie William from Bad Omen 1. .

"Here I come, William."

"As agreed, I'm here to give you your destined death!"