I don't know how long it took, but Yang Xiao felt a smooth feeling all over his body.
That feeling, how should I put it, is like being suddenly relieved after being constipated for a long time.
As Yang Xiao gradually regained consciousness, he could feel that his fighting body was obviously different from before.
The biggest difference is undoubtedly the difference in combat power.
Yang Xiao felt that now he seemed to have endless power in his body.
"Brother shopkeeper, you have to compensate me. Just to practice my moves with you, look at how miserable I am."
At this moment, a weak voice came.
Yang Xiao looked around in shock, only to find that it was Xiaojun.
At this time, Mr. Xiao was covered in blood, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was sitting on the ground in such a miserable state. He did not look like the arrogant person he once was in the low-level martial arts field.
The corner of Yang Xiao's mouth twitched: "Did I beat you?"
"Who else can I have besides you? Speaking of which, brother shopkeeper, your transformation moves are really powerful. How about you teach me?"
Xiaojun grinned, completely leaving his face behind.
Having fought in person, he knew the power of the Holy Body of Fighting.
He felt that Yang Xiao didn't fully grasp it yet.
"Well, you can't pass this on, and I can't pass it on either."
Yang Xiao, who was slightly stunned, smiled.
A somewhat disappointed Mr. Xiao smiled bitterly: "I understand, with such a powerful method, how could the forces behind you not leave some means on your body to prevent external rumors?"
Yang Xiao said: "That's not true. It can't be passed on anyway. Whether you can get it or not depends on your luck."
Because Xiaojun helped him complete the understanding of the Holy Body of Fighting despite being beaten, Yang Xiao's favorable impression of Xiaojun improved a lot.
When he heard that it was not all hopeless and there was still drama, Xiaojun's eyes lit up: "Really?"
"Why are you lying to me? Go out and add me as a friend. I'll give you a try when I get the chance."
Yang Xiao smiled and replied.
The careless Mr. Xiao nodded crazily. It seemed that the beating he received was not in vain and his good deeds were rewarded.
Afterwards, Xiaojun chose to admit defeat and left the competitive martial arts arena.
Yang Xiao was not in a hurry to leave, he planned to play a few more games.
I have just gained a new understanding of Dou Zhan Holy Body, so I just want to try out the effect.
Soon, a new opponent came to power.
The facts did not disappoint Yang Xiao. After the transformation, he easily suppressed his opponent. Every punch and kick he fired had great power.
After defeating three people in a row, when the fourth person came on the stage, Yang Xiao was stunned. Why is this guy Wang Kuo here?
Because they were busy with their respective training matters, Yang Xiao didn't see Wang Kuo much.
At this moment, Wang Kuo was five levels higher than Yang Xiao, reaching level 39.
As Yang Xiao wins more and more games, the opponents he encounters become stronger and stronger.
When no one at the same level was Yang Xiao's opponent, the competitive martial arts arena matched Yang Xiao with someone of a higher level.
"Hey, brother, why is it you?"
Wang Kuo asked, staring at Yang Xiao in confusion.
Yang Xiao said: "Why can't it be me? Come here and let me see if you have made any progress."
"No, brother, you are only level 34, how did you match me?"
Wang Kuo was stunned for a moment, but did not reply to Yang Xiao's words. Instead, he looked at Yang Xiao's message on the screen in front of him and said in surprise.
Yang Xiao laughed: "What did you do just now? Have you been challenging in the competitive martial arts arena and not watched my competition?"
"No, I have indeed been competing just now. That guy Zhao Ritian and I have decided on ten games to win or lose. We must compete with me to see who wins more games."
Wang Kuo shook his head and explained.
Yang Xiao asked curiously: "So what's your record? How many games have you won now?"
"Fought five games and won four. How is it? Is it great?"
Hearing this, Wang Kuo showed off proudly.
Yang Xiao said: "Then now you may have to play six games and lose two."
Wang Kuo, who was stunned for a moment, came to his senses and said with a black face: "Why, brother, you look down on me, do you think you can beat me?"
"Well, that's it. Don't be dissatisfied. Brother, I have won thirty-five games in a row."
Yang Xiao nodded happily, there was new progress in the battle against the Holy Body, and there was also the furnace-refining technique to suppress the battle, it would be strange if Wang Kuo couldn't beat him to tears.
Now that this guy is reincarnated and his memory hasn't been revived, he can't just bully him.
I just forgot to ask the system, who is more powerful than the system or this guy's identity before reincarnation?
However, Yang Xiao felt that the system was more powerful. There was no reason, it was just a feeling.
"Thirty-five games? Brother, are you kidding me? I don't believe it. Come on, come on, make gestures. If you lose to me, brother, please don't cry."
After hearing Yang Xiao's words, Wang Kuo didn't believe it at all and screamed.
Yang Xiao is happy and arrogant. They say that being beaten makes people improve. It seems that he needs to teach this guy a lesson, so as not to realize that the sky is high and the earth is high.
Why should it be so embarrassing if you can lose one out of five games?
When word spreads out that other people know that his shop owner and this guy are sworn brothers, they should not laugh at his shop owner to death!
"Well, not only do I have to beat him, I also have to beat him hard!"
Touching his chin, Yang Xiao muttered.
Wang Kuo was curious: "Brother, what are you whispering there?"
"I say you're very good, Verigood!"
Yang Xiao curled his lips. At this moment, the countdown to the competition began and ended, and he launched the attack without hesitation.
In order to practice fighting against the holy body, Yang Xiao did not use a sword, but directly greeted him with his fists and kicks.
But at first, Yang Xiao did not transform.
Even so, Yang Xiao, who possesses the Holy Body of Fighting, had the epiphany just now, and punches and kicks are still beyond his reach before.
They look like ordinary fists and kicks, but they contain terrifying power.
Wang Kuo and Yang Xiao, who were disapproving, bumped into each other, and their expressions suddenly changed.
After finally regaining his balance, Wang Kuo looked at Yang Xiao in disbelief.
His eldest brother was obviously not as high in level as him, and it was still an ordinary punch. How could he be knocked back?
Could it be that thirty-five consecutive wins?
Wang Kuo was dumbfounded and felt inexplicably worse. As his elder brother, he seemed to be unable to reason with common sense.
Yang Xiao didn't care what Wang Kuo was thinking, he rushed over with fists and kicks, and greeted him with a slap in the face.
In order for this guy to progress, he must not be polite to anyone who does not disgrace him as the owner of the shop.
Wang Kuo, who didn't dare to be distracted anymore, hurriedly parried, and launched various martial arts skills.
However, it was of little use. Yang Xiao's fists and kicks were too strong and he was destroyed arbitrarily.
One punch can break all means. The current battle situation can be described with this sentence.
"I don't believe it. This is 5 levels worse. Nine Thunder Swords!"
Wang Kuo, who was a little depressed, gritted his teeth and held a sword in his hand. The electric current flashed and he struck it down.
After all, this move was one of Wang Kuo's methods to keep him under control, and Yang Xiao was not as easy to deal with it as before.
After taking two swords, Yang Xiao felt a sense of paralysis coming from his body. Looking at Wang Kuo's third sword, Yang Xiao knew that even if he took it, his body would be frozen by the electricity.
Without thinking much, Yang Xiao suddenly used the Super Fighting Holy Body to complete the transformation.
Golden aura surged up, and Yang Xiao's aura was many times stronger than before.
Facing Wang Kuo's slashing sword, Yang Xiao raised his fist and faced it with confidence.
