As soon as the Human Emperor Banner came out, I became the Lord of the Old Ones
Chapter 124 Crazy Iron
Chapter 124 Crazy Iron
The style of the Crazy Iron Club is completely different from the other dozen or so Spirit Card Clubs in Dawn City.
There are neither so many guardian spirits of various shapes and sizes nor a wide range of modern spirit-controlling equipment. Not even the lowest-level Black Iron Civilian Cards are sold here, and naturally there is no business of repairing or trading seal cards.
Looking around, the club, which was transformed from an abandoned steam locomotive foundry and has a rough and wild decoration style, is filled with large barbells made of scrap iron and rivets; it is like a medieval torture device, specially used to bombard muscles, and is a training equipment that only iron-blooded tough guys can enjoy; there are also various gears, levers and even steam pipes connected together, which can operate as purely mechanical testing instruments without the remnants of the old souls.
The surrounding walls, simply painted in industrial gray, were riveted with steel plates, branded with lines of murderous characters:
"Sweat is the only ticket!"
"Guardian spirits will betray you, but your muscles never will!"
"Enjoy the pain! Enjoy the sacrifice! Enjoy the victory!"
The powerful and bold characters exude an iron-clad smell, which, mixed with the strong smell of rust and sweat in the air, transforms into male hormones visible to the naked eye. It makes people unable to open their eyes and also brings a strong illusion - even a delicate young lady will grow chest hair within three seconds if she steps into this unique club.
Those who are willing to train in such a hardcore club must be tough guys with broad shoulders, bulging muscles, iron skin and bones, beards, pubic hair and black leg hair.
The fists and kicks of dozens of tough guys were as indestructible as the steam hammers displayed in the display case in the corner.
They did not have card readers on their arms, which were thicker than ordinary people's thighs.
Instead, he squeezed out the power unique to humans from the deepest part of his flesh and blood. With his muscles and iron fists, he brutally ravaged the boxing target, barbell and steam-roaring testing equipment in front of him, constantly emitting beast-like howls and "pa pa pa pa" bombardment sounds.
Today, seal cards have entered thousands of households and almost everyone has more than one guardian spirit.
Such a passionate scene can only be seen in the "card-free" training venue.
Firmly believe that mankind must rely on its own strength to create a brand new tomorrow.
He firmly believed that the remnants of the old souls contained deadly toxins that would only corrode human will and even destroy the entire civilization.
I firmly believe that only sissies sign contracts with guardian spirits, and tough guys will use the weapons they were born with to fight their way out of the fucking world with their fists and kicks.
This is the fucking "card-free flow"!
"boom!"
"Bang bang bang bang!"
A series of thunderous explosions suddenly erupted in front of a steam fist force testing machine in the center of the training ground.
Most of the cardless practitioners are tall and strong men. Looking around, there is no one who is less than 1.8 meters tall.
However, the burly man who was bombarding the steam fist force test machine still stood out from the crowd, at least half a head taller than others, like a majestic black iron tower.
Although he is nearly two meters tall, because he has too many hard muscles under his dark and shiny skin, his shoulder width exceeds the terrifying 1.5 meters, giving people a strange feeling of being "short and strong".
When he hit the Target with all his might, the scars crisscrossing his body and the mechanical bull tattoo covering his entire back were trembling violently, as if the bull's nasal cavity and the Target were spewing steam together, and brutal power was about to burst out from his flesh and blood.
"Squeak squeak!"
The steam darts fixed to the ground with rivets as thick as fingers could not withstand the strong man's bombardment and groaned with metal fatigue.
And when the strong man bent his left leg and tensed his right leg, his body made a "crackling" sound, as if several dragons had awakened and twisted into a ball, and when he delivered a thunderous final punch, the punching force testing machine weighing several tons jumped up like a frightened animal.
As the gears spun, the metal digital display board above the test machine rotated like a slot machine, swaying and showing four incredible numbers.
"Nine hundred and seventy kilograms?"
"Brother Wang actually unleashed nearly a ton of force with his bare hands?"
"How is that possible? Even many Spirit Masters who have contracted with Power-type Guardian Spirits may not be able to unleash such astonishing ultimate punch power when firing at full power!"
The sharp explosion attracted the attention of the strong men around.
The strong men's eyes moved back and forth between the numbers on the metal plate and the steel-like muscles of "Brother Wang", wishing they could turn into glue and stick to "Brother Wang's" fist.
Wang Dali himself was also very satisfied with this punch.
Blowing a breath on his burning fist, he shook his hand, ignoring the strong men who rushed over, and cast his eyes towards a corner of the training ground.
In the corner, a handsome young man wearing a blue staff vest was holding a broom and a dustpan, cleaning up the debris left by the previous group of members, tidying up the messy dumbbells and barbell plates, and throwing the packaging bags of nutritional supplements into the trash can.
Wang Dali's temperament suddenly changed, from the ferocious look a moment ago to the one that could stop a child from crying at night.
He lowered his head and smiled, and the bull tattoo with scars crisscrossing between his features seemed to have a much kinder look.
"Master Xu——"
The black iron tower took small steps and trotted all the way to Xu Yan, snatched the broom and dustpan from his hands, and diligently helped him clean up.
"Aren't you the new Spirit Card Maintenance Technician here? Why are you doing odd jobs?"
Wang Dali swung the broom vigorously, "This kind of heavy work is not suitable for you, I'll do it, I'll do it!" His masculine hormones were too strong and his body was too huge, giving people a strong sense of oppression.
Xu Yan calmly took a half step back and said with a smile, "It's okay. The Crazy Iron Club just completed its expansion and added several more training areas. They're also hiring new cleaners and coaches. I happened to be free, so I helped tidy up. It's just a small favor."
"Did you see it?"
Wang Dali finished cleaning the squat rack and the gantry rack, and finally couldn't help but tell Xu Yan the good news, "I just punched out with nearly a ton of ultimate force!"
In terms of body shape, there is a huge difference between the two.
Standing together, it was like a brown bear standing up facing an unarmed elementary school student.
If they met on the street, no one doubted that Wang Dali could easily deal with ten people like Xu Yan who were handsome and had no lethality.
But for some reason, the black iron tower with a face full of flesh and tattoos all over his body could not muster even a trace of murderous aura when it came in front of Xu Yan. It felt like he was being suppressed by his natural enemy.
"Almost a ton?"
Xu Yan thought for a moment and said, "Then there must be some problems with your power generation method. You need to practice more!"
"Hey?"
Wang Dali was dumbfounded.
His eyes, like copper bells, rolled, gushing out an increasingly intense joy. He grabbed Xu Yan's shoulders and stammered, "Master Xu, are you saying that my ultimate punching power is far more than one ton?"
Xu Yan frowned slightly.
Wang Dali then realized his recklessness and quickly retracted his hand, blushing and saying, "I'm sorry, Master Xu, I was too excited. Did I hurt you?"
Xu Yan looked at the two large wet handprints on his work clothes that had just been hung out to dry, and sighed helplessly.
There is no way. In this era when sealing technology is becoming more and more advanced and guardian spirits are becoming more and more powerful, practitioners who still insist on the "cardless flow" must have some shortcomings in their brains, and we can't bother with them too much.
"I told you that day that your biggest problem right now isn't a lack of strength, but rather the scars from your early years fighting on the streets. They've damaged your fascia, causing you to have limited range and poor power transmission."
Xu Yan stretched out his hand.
Before Wang Dali could react, he felt a flash before his eyes and his hands were empty. Somehow, the broom and dustpan returned to Xu Yan's hands.
"That's why I suggest that you stop doing strength training and stress resistance training. Instead, you should use my modified [Deep Sea Electric Eel] to stimulate the acupuncture points throughout your body, stretch your tendons and fascia, and open up the power transmission pathways in your limbs.
"Don't rush to make excuses. I know you used the 'Deep Sea Electric Eel,' but you certainly didn't listen to me and add heavy-duty strength training while stretching your fascia, right?"
Xu Yan looked at Wang Dali seriously, his eyes as sharp as a scalpel, making the black iron tower weighing more than 300 pounds feel creepy as if it was being dissected.
"I, this, this is not something I can't help, it's an addiction. I feel uncomfortable if I don't do strength training for a day."
Wang Dali said embarrassedly.
"You're feeling uncomfortable all over because you're adjusting your inherent power patterns under the stimulation of the 'deep-sea electric eel.'"
Xu Yan said, "Trust me, stop strength training and do stretching for the next three days. Even if you lose a little muscle and strength, it doesn't matter. Test again after three days. I believe your maximum punching power can be improved, maybe even break through one ton."
"Break through one ton?"
Wang Dali took a breath.
Even with the support of a guardian spirit, a punching force exceeding one ton is a number that many low-level spirit masters dream of.
Can human flesh and blood really do such a thing?
Before he could ask for specific training details, dozens of burly men rushed forward and submerged Xu Yan in a sea of muscles.
These strong men with burly build and strong muscles, who could make guardian spirits retreat when walking on the street, all looked at Xu Yan with awe and expectation.
All senior members of the Crazy Iron Club know that the club has recently welcomed a new spirit card maintenance technician.
Although he is just an unremarkable card-making apprentice, he has an extremely sharp vision and unique card-making skills.
He can help everyone choose the most suitable training card based on the characteristics of each member.
We even fine-tune the training cards to ensure that every drop of sweat shed by members can be converted into 120% gains.
Many members have been training in the Crazy Iron Club for many years, and after reaching a certain level of strength, they are still unable to break through their limits.
After his guidance, people often have sudden enlightenment and make rapid progress.
(End of this chapter)
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