1440: C1440 Muscle Memory

C1440 Muscle Memory

Mu Chen couldn't even breathe properly.

"Cough, cough, cough... I admire these guys from the bottom of my heart..."

"Only by mastering the rules of power to the acme of perfection can one achieve this level, and not simply pursue the gap between the output."

Ouyang Bai, whose face was swollen and swollen, could not even utter words of praise.

Only then did he understand the principle of if there is no diamond, don't embrace porcelain.

Cultivating by the side of His Highness the Heavenly King did not necessarily mean that he would have to suffer a lot.

The sword light was waved so tightly that it was no longer useful.

The opponent's punches and kicks could always find a suitable gap, allowing him to break through easily.

Ouyang Bai and Mu Chen decided not to make any more moves.

They focused all their strength on their legs, hoping to use their extreme speed to break away from the enemy's attack.

The phantoms of these ancient experts also had the advantage in numbers. It was very convenient to surround and block the two of them.

Mu Chen asked while panting.

"Is there any way to rest for a while?"

"The two of us are about to die of exhaustion, and these guys don't seem to need any physical strength to move freely."

As an instructor, Nether Sacred Hands began to criticize the two of them severely.

"Only a battle between life and death can stimulate the greatest potential of a warrior."

"The two of you should not treat training as laziness. Only when you see blood will I stop these sparring partners."

These words frightened Ouyang Bai so much that he felt his hair stand on end.

Before they set off, the few guardians had already warned him repeatedly.

No matter what the situation was, he had to ensure the protection of His Highness the Heavenly King.

Even if he had to sacrifice his life, he couldn't let Mu Chen suffer any minor injuries.

He roared and rushed towards the enemy.

"Your majesty, please rest for a while. I will stall for time."

"When did you become so brave? Don't try to be brave."

"No problem."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ouyang Bai's stomach received a few more punches.

With a backhand move, an incomparably dazzling sword flower spread out in all directions.

Mu Chen didn't understand what he was thinking. He thought that Ouyang Bai was just trying to increase the intensity of his training.

With a belly full of questions, Mu Chen came to Sacred Nether Hand's side and spoke.

"I keep feeling that these sparring partners are just playing around. They should have a higher level of attack, right?"

"That's right."

" When you want to steal the treasure from here, the true body of the corpse will break through the stone bindings on the surface and unleash its strongest combat power to eliminate the invader. "

Mu Chen raised his head and looked at the Seven Star Illusionary Pearl embedded in the palace lamp.

Wasn't this the treasure that Nether Sacred Hands had successfully stolen a few years ago?

Could it be that this little old man had already fought with the strongest existence in the underground palace?

"Senior, when you stole the pearl, what method did you use to escape from the siege?"

"Hahaha, you don't need to doubt my strength, right? Of course, it's to fight these guys head on."

The old man's ambition was thousands of miles ahead.

Ever since Sacred Hands Nether awoke, it was impossible for his strength to recover to its peak state.

It was already very rare for him to be able to preserve his life in the long river of time.

Everyone was bound by the laws of nature. They could not defy the heavens.

Before they could even speak a few words, the sword in Ouyang Bai's hand had already been sent flying by the enemy.

"You should come back and rest. It's my turn."

"Your Highness, please be careful. These people are unbelievably strong."

Ouyang Bai scrambled to the edge of the underground palace. Mu Chen flashed and blocked in front of the enemy.

Since the Son of Heaven Sword was useless, he might as well compete with them in martial arts.

Since the opponent was in a phantom state, and only the strength of the fist was real, Mu Chen would no longer look at anything fancy.

He slowly focused his vision on the few fists. As for how the other parts of his body twisted, it was purely an interference.

As his concentration increased.

Mu Chen's moves could also fight back against his opponent.

The fist and the fist collided, creating a dull sound. However, the opponent's phantom image would not be affected by any rebounding force.

Tens of thousands of shadows were crazily attacking.

No one had any intention of stopping, and they continued to fight to the death.

Ouyang Lai sat cross-legged, using his fastest speed to adjust the flow of energy in his body, hoping to settle these business matters.

"His Highness the Heavenly King's stamina is almost at its limit. If this continues, he will really be injured."

"Don't underestimate Mu Chen, alright?"

"I saw the moves of both parties with my own eyes. At least tens of thousands of punches were exchanged."

"His Majesty did not hold back. It was all his power."

The rules that had been set could not be easily changed. Sacred Hands did not move an inch as he sat by the side and watched the show.

There were too many of this old fellow. He was nearly angering Ouyang Bai to death.

If not for the huge difference in strength, he would have had to beat Sacred Hands to vent his anger.2

"You little fellows have no idea where the limits of your body lie. How great the benefits will be after a breakthrough."

" In the process of repeated attacks, the muscle cells will constantly deepen the impression. "

"If Mu Chen's brain is seriously injured and he enters a coma, the enemy will not be able to take the opportunity to sneak attack him, because his body will still instinctively resist according to the combat memory."

The scene that Nether Sacred Hands described was completely unheard of and unheard of.

It was much better than a vegetable lying in bed participating in the sports meet and obtaining a good ranking.

Mu Chen had already entered a state of extreme exhaustion.

He felt that he had punched more than a hundred thousand times.

In order to avoid the soreness and pain transmitted to his brain through his muscles, Mu Chen consciously cut off the neural connection.

He relied entirely on the subconscious movements of his muscles to deal with the enemies.

When Nether Sacred Hands saw through the trick, he could not help but cheer from the side.

This meant that he had successfully passed the threshold of training.

"Awesome, awesome!"

"This little fellow's aptitude is really not bad. He managed to grasp muscle memory in such a short period of time."

Mu Chen mustered up his strength and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.

"Hurry up and think of a way to make them stop. Otherwise, I will go crazy."

"Destroy the entire underground palace and completely infuriate them. You old bastard, don't even think about staying alone."

Sacred Hands slowly walked to the side of One Finger and tapped a few times on the mural with his finger.

The scarlet figures seemed to have been pressed with a pause button before completely dissipating.

"Wheeze... Wheeze..."

Mu Chen lay on the ground, and just like that, he fell asleep.

It was rare to see a person's physical strength being squeezed out of his body.

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