Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 448 Let Wang Luo suffer a little longer, he can still struggle!

After saying that, Wang Zhenjiang didn't waste any more words. With a slight movement of his consciousness, he recalled the three punches that the black-robed man had used to kill him.

"Hehehe, even if I can't do it now, I still have a way to tell you - your father is still your father after all!" Wang Zhenjiang thought to himself.

In an instant, time and space changed, and little Wang Luo arrived at a deep, dark and unknown place in the blink of an eye.

There is no up, down, left, or right here, only endless emptiness and starlight. Nebulae are spinning in the distance, and meteors are streaking nearby. The beauty is breathtaking.

In front of him, there was a senior in black robe who was very familiar to him, displaying a boxing stance that he was very familiar with.

The man stood in the void, his black robe fluttering without wind, and the star patterns embroidered on it seemed to be really twinkling.

"Come, listen to the sound of the galaxy shattering!" the black-robed senior said to Wang Luo in a faint voice.

The next moment, Wang Luo saw a scene that he would never forget.

Countless stars gathered into a river, and then collapsed and exploded in an instant! The bright starlight turned into a torrent of destruction, and every point of light was the annihilation of a star.

Time and space were twisted and shattered by this punch, as if the entire universe was about to return to chaos under this blow!

"Do not!!!"

Wang Luo's scream echoed in the void.

His small body trembled violently, and tears flowed uncontrollably. This was not because of the pain, but because the "principle" contained in this punch was too huge, far beyond the limit that a child could bear.

In the real world, Wang Luo’s body suddenly stiffened, his eyes rolled back, foam came out of his mouth, and he fell straight into the backyard of the farm house.

In a trance, he saw an incredible scene: in the center of the annihilation of stars, there was a point of light that never went out.

The light was weak but tenacious, and in the midst of absolute destruction, it created a brilliant galaxy!

"What is this?" Wang Luo's consciousness murmured.

"This is 'Galaxy Starburst', the first punch that the black-robed man used to defeat me."

Wang Zhenjiang explained, "It contains the truth of the creation and destruction of the universe. Now, you have to use your body to try to remember its trajectory little by little."

Wang Luo tried hard to concentrate. Although he could only understand one billionth of it, it was already a miracle.

For a ten-year-old child, being able to look directly at such boxing intent without breaking down is a talent in itself.

"Dad! Stop! Stop now!"

Wang Luo cried out, "I'm going to die! I'm really going to die!"

"Don't worry, he won't die!" Wang Zhenjiang said calmly, not caring at all about his younger son's desperate look.

This fist mark comes from one's own memory and coexists with one's own spiritual will. As long as one is there, it will be there!
But the same is true in reverse, its power will never exceed the limit of one's imagination, and it will never be able to really kill itself with one punch.

And now my consciousness is residing in my youngest son's sea of ​​consciousness and living with him.

Naturally, no matter how powerful this fist mark was, it was impossible to kill Wang Luo with one punch.

Of course, it is hard to say how many times Wang Luo will be forced to experience life and death...

But in Wang Zhenjiang's opinion, it's all worth it!
His own secret magic skills were of filthy and bloody origin, and when he broke through to become the "God of War", he received help from the demon gods in the world of gods.

Well, although I turned against them directly afterwards, and even their ashes were scattered by me...

But this does not mean that Wang Zhenjiang is willing to see his youngest son go down his old path again! If Wang Luo really practices magic skills and becomes muddleheaded, heartless and ruthless like himself, and cuts off all emotions, he can't expect the black-robed man to come down from the sky again and give his youngest son three iron fists to make him set things right again, right?
He is not his own father, so how could everything revolve around his family?
Originally, Wang Zhenjiang was still thinking about how to train his younger son, but now with the three fist prints that came from his memory, this problem was easily solved.

With the three fist marks in his memory as a guide, coupled with his own Martial God-level realm and will to deliberately imitate, and then readjust his cognition and transform it into a martial arts system, Wang Luo's future is limitless!
Well, it doesn’t matter if you can’t learn it right away.

Anyway, these three punches came from his memory across time and space. As long as he was in Wang Luo's mind, he would have to endure these three punches together with him again and again.

After being killed so many times, Wang Luo could naturally adapt to it in his subconscious mind, and might even be able to imitate a thing or two.

Just based on this point, Wang Luo has definitely surpassed more than 99.999% of the proud sons of heaven and a peerless genius in the entire Han Federation's martial arts civilization!

what is this?
This is the greatest opportunity in the world!

There are countless martial saints and gods in the world, but even if they want to be beaten up, they don't have the qualifications!

"Hold on, Luo."

Wang Zhenjiang's voice echoed in the void, "Feel the true meaning of this punch, don't resist, try to understand it"

Wang Luo's consciousness drifted in the torrent of destruction, like a small boat in a storm.

"I can't take it anymore." Wang Luo's consciousness began to fade.

"No, you can."

Although he felt a little sorry for his youngest son, Wang Zhenjiang still wanted to say, let Wang Luo suffer a little longer, he can still struggle!

As long as he struggles enough, Wang Luo may have a chance to participate in the peerless competition in a month that will gather countless strong people from the past, present and future!

At the very least, it can prevent Wang Luo from being eliminated in the primary election by the aftermath of the battle between those powerful men!

After an unknown amount of time, the illusion finally dissipated.

Wang Luo collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, as if he had just walked through hell.

His clothes were soaked with sweat and his hair was sticking wet to his forehead.

"I-I survived?" he asked weakly, his voice as thin as a mosquito's.

"Well, the first time is always the hardest."

There was a hint of relief in Wang Zhenjiang's voice, "It will get easier in the future."

"Ah, there's a future?!"

Wang Luo almost jumped up, but his weak body only allowed him to twitch slightly.

His little face was full of fear, just like a little Hakiro who was frightened by thunder.

"You're just getting started. There will be plenty of times in the future when you'll need to struggle." Wang Zhenjiang didn't care and directly announced Wang Luo's future training plan.

"No! I don't want to! I have sweated for Nong Jia Le, I have shed blood for Nong Jia Le, I want to see Daddy! I want to see Daddy!" Wang Luo struggled.

"Hehehe, this is not up to you! Son, let's start adapting and imitating the second punch now!" Without waiting for Wang Luo to speak, Wang Zhenjiang thought about it and instantly pulled little Wang Luo into the illusion of the infinite universe and sea of ​​stars again.

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(End of this chapter)