Please ask the dream.

Chapter 560 Who would understand this?
"The muscles are obviously beyond the level of normal training. Muscle modification? No, not that advanced. Judging from the unnatural bulge in the abdomen, he must have used muscle-enhancing drugs. Can such a person be trained to fight at the grandmaster level?"

Feng Xue was wondering in confusion, but the burly man in the fin de siècle style did not give him much time to think. He just roared in a rather rough and loud voice:

"You bastards, get up!"

With a roar, Feng Xue was suddenly confused, because almost instantly, his friends who seemed to be in a coma before woke up faster than the other, but in the last second, Feng Xue didn't even realize that they were pretending to sleep!

"Is it because of my child's body that my perception is reduced? Or have I recently relied too much on the G·I force field, causing my senses to become dull?" Feng Xue tried to find the reason from himself, but in the end, he could only face one problem -

These kids are all experts at pretending to be dead or asleep!

"This is interesting..." Seeing that the dream that he thought would be unchallenging suddenly became different from what he expected, Feng Xue curled up the corners of his mouth, looking forward to the next changes.

There was no unnecessary opening remarks, which should be the result of the training inserted in the middle. Feng Xue did not worry about it. Through his strong acting skills and perception, as well as the good quality of this body itself, he imitated other friends and quickly caught up with the progress.

But soon, Feng Xue found something wrong. It wasn't a problem with the intensity of the training or the quality of the instructors, but...

This teaching method is not the kind of long-term training, but a method of teaching newcomers. However, there is no guidance throughout the whole process. It is completely an attitude of "I do it and you learn, if you can't learn it, you can count the balls." This makes Feng Xue very suspicious whether he is simply possessed by a gifted genius player.

After all, under this kind of instruction, being able to practice fighting to the master level is as outrageous as a country where the average person drops out of prenatal education and is considered too urbanized, producing a great scientist who has never been abroad and has never studied.

It’s not a question of whether he can be trained or not, but before he can be trained, he must first solve the problem of how he can survive.

"Anyway, I hope it's not too outrageous." Feng Xue muttered to himself as he followed the instructor to practice those projects that were a bit child's play for him. However, he was concentrating his energy in his mind to imagine the two powers of the small universe and the god of poverty.

Although there is a huge difference between assassination and fighting, Feng Xue is not lacking in melee combat skills. Rather than training to become a master of fighting, he prefers to use this time of accidentally entering a strange dream to understand the environment and system of the Star Ring, and at the same time turn the two random abilities of Kao Ge's Wrath into his own structure.

"Asshole! How dare you let your mind wander? Come up here!"

Just when Feng Xue was arranging the nine stars of the Big Dipper according to the feeling of the microcosm in his body, he suddenly felt a huge force coming, and then he heard the angry voice of the instructor. This situation made Feng Xue deeply doubt whether there was something wrong with his perception. He didn't even notice such an obvious action of this rookie instructor.

"No, no! Even if I was concentrating on practicing the structure, I couldn't be so careless. And the fact that those little brats pretended to sleep before was definitely not a coincidence! But shouldn't this ability to block breath be part of the assassination technique? Why does it appear in the fighting ability?"

As an assassination master, thief, and magician, it was hard for Feng Xue to understand why someone could mislead his perception. "You still dare to be in a daze? Are you itching for trouble?"

Feng Xue's small body of about 1.3 meters was picked up by a man with a fin de siècle style who was as strong as a bear. Under the gloating eyes of the surrounding friends, he was thrown into the open space in the middle. Feng Xue instinctively made a move to avoid the damage of landing. The instructor who threw him out was rubbing his hands together at this time, revealing a ferocious smile.

"This roll is quite interesting. Come on, attack me. Let me see what confidence you have to dare to speak in my class..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Xue suddenly rushed forward. The alternation of fast and slow steps made him immediately out of the instructor's sight, and he swung his fist from the blind spot of his vision.

"You have so many tricks. Where did you learn them?" To Feng Xue's surprise, the instructor clearly noticed his attack, but did not show any intention of dodging. He used his somewhat fat belly to resist Feng Xue's attack aimed at his liver, then twisted his shoulder and slapped him!

At this moment, Feng Xue actually had a feeling of hallucinating a fierce fight with a killer whale, but compared to the pure power of the killer whale, this seemingly casual swing was not lacking in skill. He lowered his body and used the advantage of his size to avoid the attack. Feng Xue suppressed the idea of ​​using the structure, put his left palm together, and suddenly raised his knees, heading straight for the instructor's lower three routes.

"That's right! Don't try those fancy fighting methods, they are useless!"

The instructor seemed to be standing still, but Feng Xue's knee strike inexplicably hit his thigh. Given the weight difference between the instructor and Feng Xue, under this attack that did not hit his vital points at all, he leaned back abnormally, and showed a look of pain as if he had really been hit in the balls.

But at the same time he fell down, Feng Xue felt a sense of suffocation.

"What kind of weird fighting style is this?" Feng Xue, who did not understand the instructor's fighting ideas at all, felt very aggrieved. The instructor was not strong or not. Although his skills were weird, if Feng Xue really wanted to kill someone, the instructor would have been dead the moment he used his belly to block the attack. He didn't even need the structure. Just by controlling the muscles of his hands, he could tear apart the muscles and fat that seemed to have full defensive power.

But the problem is that this fighting style is completely contrary to the fighting skills mastered by Feng Xue, and it is impossible to understand why he fights like this.

The opponent can clearly dodge but just doesn't, and there is clearly a way to win with one blow but he just doesn't use it. That feeling is like an FPS player seeing the enemy's head in the crosshairs but not pulling the trigger, a mobile game player seeing a favorite card pool but being able to resist drawing, and an LSP seeing the silky eyes of a peerless beauty but being able to resist touching. It's just as outrageous - he didn't even refuse to touch, he even pretended to be Yang Wei!

"I can't understand it! I can't comprehend this battle strategy at all!"

Feng Xue looked at the instructor who had fallen to the ground and was about to chase him, but the instructor grabbed his ankle like children fighting.

But this time, Feng Xue finally sensed the danger in advance. When he tried to get out of the way, he found that the instructor suddenly jumped up and said with a dissatisfied look on his face:
"Why are you hiding? Why are you running around like a monkey? Don't be so fancy. We are not in your stinking ditch! When you hit someone, hit them hard. When you get hit, take it! Do you understand?"

(End of this chapter)