Chapter 4 Fatty's Delusion

"Fat man, you'd better abandon your unrealistic delusions." Bill's tone was extremely incomparable: "The so-called civilian martial arts is the martial arts accumulated with the lives of countless civilians. Once you step in, you will die!"

"It's not forced into a desperate situation. No one will practice this kind of martial arts." A trace of fear flashed in Wang Debiao's eyes: "If it is a warrior who practices aristocratic martial arts, then those who practice civilian martial arts are the purest warriors! Elemental Warrior!"

"Elemental Warrior?"

"That's right! They are elemental warriors! Either become stronger or destroy! From the moment they became elemental warriors, they had no way out!"

"Elemental warriors are very scary." Bill interrupted: "At the beginning, they opened the connection with the power of the elements in the magic core with their own blood, and then swallowed the whole magic core. Although they have obtained the elemental power in the magic core and become powerful first-order elemental warriors in a short period of time, few people can withstand the counterattack of the elemental power. Under the impact of the elemental power in the body, many people will die in the first few advances!

I once heard that someone advanced to the fifth-order elemental warrior with strong power, but later, the strong man who originally had great hope of crossing the destruction and stepped into the new life suddenly became crazy. He not only killed all his close relatives, but also finally slaughtered the city where he was located. After he was crazy, his spirit was full of blood. The department collapsed and was besieged to death by the imperial army who came to hear the news! All those who practice elemental warriors only have a dead end, so this terrible skill is also known as the eighth level of death!"

"Bill said it in detail. This is what we call civilian martial arts." Wang Debiao looked at Bill strangely, but Bill smiled bitterly and explained, "I once had several companions who ventured because they couldn't stand the poor life. As a result... Even I was, I almost couldn't help suddenly becoming stronger and wanted to take a risk, so I was very deep in this kind of civilian martial arts. Solve it."

Although the two said terrible, the fat man was still interested in this strange martial arts and said curiously, "Is the eighth level of death also a martial art? Is it because the commoners don't practice the full version of the skills, so..."

"There is no such skill as the martial arts practiced by the dying civilians." Bill's eyes were full of coldness: "We only know that it is divided into eight levels and the names of each level. No one knows who named the eighth level of Death. Maybe someone has really succeeded."

Wang Debiao, who was beside him, saw that the fat man seemed to be very interested in the eighth level of death, and couldn't help saying seriously, "Fat man, this bullshit, the eighth level of death is simply used for suicide!" Just listen to it, but don't be silly to practice. That's not a joke. Once you practice, you can't even give up!"

"Don't worry, I'm just curious. I haven't lived enough yet. The fool just touched this. The fat man's words are not perfunctory. This terrible suicide skill, no matter how powerful it is, the fat man will not touch it. After all, there is only one life. If it is lost, it will be gone!

Compared with the eighth-order of Death, this qigong method, I didn't realize anything. This time highlights the benefits of the qi gong method. At least the qigong method is gradual. Even if it doesn't work in the end, it's nothing. No wonder Bill was so excited after hearing that he could practice qi gong. After all, the strong are still respected in this world. Although this is just a remnant of skills, it is enough to satisfy Bill, who originally lived at the bottom of society.

Seeing that both Fatty and Bill are willing to practice fighting qigong, Wang Debiao thought about it after teaching the specific skills, half comforting and half encouraging: "Maybe you will be luckier than me, and it is not certain that you may really be able to learn more profound fighting qigong in the future. Although there are few opportunities for civilians, things are not so absolute.

Although Wang Debiao is comforting, he obviously doesn't even believe it himself. He cheered up and said, "It's time for me to teach you. If there is anything left, you can ask me slowly. Anyway, I should not be in a hurry to leave recently. I can just teach you everything I know."

"Thank you, Uncle Wang. We will study hard. I don't believe that the two of us will definitely be worse than them." The fat man patted his chest to make a guarantee, and he had made up his mind. Although this fighting qi skill is only a remnant, he still has to learn it. At worst, whether it is stealing or robbing in the future, he must get a full version. Since God has let him come to this world, no matter what, he will live a human life! As for magic or the more weird eighth level of death, the fat man didn't think about it at this time. The former is not a chance for civilians to learn at all, and the latter has long been banned by the fat man!

Although Bill didn't say anything, he could see from his resolute eyes that his determination was no worse than that of a fat man. He, who had already lived at the bottom of the world, knew more about the preciousness of this opportunity!

After a simple lunch, Wang Debiao said goodbye to the two because he had something to do in the afternoon.

The fat man wanted to take the opportunity to go out to see this prosperous city in another world, but Bill seemed to be more interested in fighting qi skills. After dinner, he went back to his room alone and began to practice.

The fat man looked at the closed door and opened his mouth. It was too boring to go shopping alone. In addition, Xiaofei could not be seen casually. After thinking about it, the fat man also gave up the idea of shopping and went back to the room honestly.

"The fourth level is the fourth level. Let me see what this fighting spirit is." The fat man gritted his teeth and recalled the practice points about fighting spirit. During his breathing, the fat man closed his eyes and began to feel it.

Fighting qi is a kind of power. According to Wang Debiao, everyone has a factor of fighting qi in their body, but this factor is strong and weak, and most people don't know how to use it.

It's like an unintelligible three-year-old child with a million dollars, but because the child himself does not know the preciousness of money, he is likely to starve to death because he can't afford a big cake of 50 cents. Fighting Qi Gong is a medium to open this ability. At the same time, according to the method marked in the skill, only To practice persistently, the fighting gas factor in the body will become stronger and stronger, until it finally reaches the height of the fourth-order green warrior after several transformations.

The perception of the fat man at this time is to find those mysterious fighting qi factors in his body. If possible, it is better to have some tentative contact with this fighting qi factor.

Although it sounds simple to understand the fighting qi factor in the body, it is extremely difficult to do it. The fat man worked hard all afternoon and still couldn't figure out what those so-called fighting qi factors are!

"I'm paralyzed. After coming to the alien world, shouldn't I be a super genius who knows how to learn and become a genius in a while, and will be known as a genius!" The fat man is depressed. There will always be a certain difference between ideal and reality, and the most annoying thing is that the difference happens to himself.

"Forget it, go to his bullshit factor, who you love, I'll go to dinner!" The fat man is broad-minded and fat. When he encounters a problem, he is not stupid enough to face the difficulties. Anyway, Wang Debiao will come tomorrow and ask him what he can't figure out.

He went to knock on Bill's door, but he just knocked for a long time but there was no reply. He asked the attendant of the inn, but was told that Bill had never left the inn, at least he had never gone downstairs.

Bill's cultivation is more crazy than he thought. The fat man feels that although he can't practice anything, Bill may still be a genius for practicing fighting spirit. Maybe it's the critical moment for him to practice, and he can't be easily disturbed.

With this thought, the fat man didn't knock on Bill's door again. He ate some food hastily. After eating, he found that he had no place to go.

In this huge Maple Leaf City, I don't know what interesting places are at night. Thinking of the Spring Festival Courtyard I went to yesterday, the fat man was quite moved, but when I thought about it, I felt bored. It was dark and I didn't want to go out. After all, the otaku spirit in the previous life played some effect. In the end, the fat man still didn't go anywhere. Finally, he chose Continue to nest in the room.

In the previous life, as long as there is a computer and a network cable, not to mention staying at home for ten days and a half months. As long as there is food and drink, the fat man will not be bored. But after all, this is not the previous life, and the computer and network cable will always say goodbye to him.

At the beginning, the fat man tried to feel the gas factor again, but after sitting there for a long time, he felt too stuffy. He simply stopped his bullshit perception and started practicing the 'automatic pick-up' skill on the plug-in again.

'Automatic pick-up' is still not working. According to the current progress, if nothing special happens, I'm afraid that if I want to raise 'automatic pick-up' to 100%, there will be at least half a year.

Although the time is long, the good thing is that the fat man is also a person who is not impatient. He has nothing to do, so he runs downstairs again, takes a few bottles of good wine and four or five kinds of wine dishes. While practicing 'automatic pick-up', he drinks and eats with Xiaofei one by one bird. Listening to Xiaofei's 'jig' call, there is no other Interesting.

There was nothing to say all night, but the next morning, the fat man got up early. Looking at Xiaofei lying drowsily at the head of the bed and getting drunk, the fat man smiled. Although Xiaofei is good at drinking, after all, he is still too young. A large bottle of spirits goes down. Even if he is a cub of S-level Warcraft, he is not drunk.

Leaving Xiaofei in the room to continue to sleep, the fat man knocked on Bill's door again.

It didn't take long for the door to open this time.

Standing in front of the fat man was Bill with red eyes, dishevelled hair and a haggard and dull face.

"Uh... How did you become like this? By the way, what... Did you feel the fighting factor yesterday?"

Bill nodded and turned a fat man's excited face red: "Do you really feel it? Tell me, what do you feel?"

"Hungry..."

Fat man: "..."