Star Iron: Imaginary numbers? Dude, I play with quantum reconstruction.

At this moment, on the arena, March 7th was facing this sword that pierced through heaven and earth.

"I surrender! I don't want to join the Alchemy Division!"

The earth-shattering blow vanished before March 7's eyes, and at the same time, the data physician removed her hat and veil.

"March, isn't it amazing? Unexpected, exciting, and fun? That's right, I'm the data doctor."

March 7th: ?

On March 7th, he unleashed a torrent of abuse at the star, yelling, "You son of a bitch, are you trying to kill me?! You scared me to death!"

"Why didn't you show yourself from the beginning! Don't you know that people can be terrifying!"

Xingjiang tossed his hat aside, removed his disguise, and reverted to his classic skin. "I told you, if I had shown myself from the start, you definitely wouldn't have been motivated to fight. So, I disguised myself a little."

"Besides, I was just checking to see if you were practicing your swordsmanship properly, senior brother. It's obvious you were only focused on running. You haven't learned any swordsmanship at all."

March 7th is speechless. "He didn't teach me either!"

"Didn't he teach you? I thought he did. Why didn't you tell me? If you had just asked him to teach you, wouldn't that have been better? I learned everything on my own. This sword technique, I mastered it in eight days, averaging one move a day."

"The last move is a bit troublesome, as it requires reversing the meridians and sacrificing oneself with the Weeping Sword. Luckily, I'm lucky, so I can use this as a basic attack."

"The test server's stats are really high. I guess it's because the last three moves are all deadly attacks that they weren't passed down."

March 7th was completely dumbfounded. Self-taught? Such a powerful deity was self-taught?

"You said you taught yourself this? Where did you learn it?"

Xing said with a tone of disappointment, "My brother's head is full of martial arts secrets. It's just that he's too stupid. Apart from a few light-foot techniques, he doesn't learn anything else. If he let those ghosts in his head learn something, he wouldn't just be using basic attacks."

Chapter 396 Luca: The Demon King, he's just the Demon King...

"So, I'm just forcing myself to suffer without any real hardship?"

"Don't say that. At least you run pretty fast."

March 7th, usually sunny and cheerful, is feeling down. She chose the wrong upgrade method, didn't she?

After Jimi announced the winner, March 7th was immediately sent to the revival match by Xing.

After witnessing Xing's actions, some players started looking for their opponents.

"You absolutely mustn't run into this devil; even if you surrender, you'll still get a beating."

"Yeah, that pink-haired girl already said she was surrendering, but this guy was still chasing after her and trying to kill her... He's inhuman."

Jinren Alley —

"Demon King, is it really necessary to be so cautious?"

"I have no choice but to hide from cyberbullying. My sister isn't answering her phone, so I have to stay away for now. Otherwise, she'll dig up dirt on me every few steps I take."

A disciple of the Valiant Guard, inheritor of the Luofu Sword Technique, disciple of the Flame Wheel Eight Leaves, and inheritor of the Zhu Ming Sword Technique—March 7th. His game started with a plane crash, resulting in a shocking elimination.

Add to that Xing's Divine Firmament Sword Technique, which can be described as invoking the ancestral master, and the artificial sea of ​​blood created on the arena by that bunch of lunatics before.

The fact that Luca shattered Cloud Rider's meniscus wouldn't even make it onto the cover of the special issue.

It's fair to say that nobody cares.

But these two are clearly a bit dim-witted, or more accurately, Qiong is a bit dim-witted.

Luca, for one, didn't quite understand. "Digging up dirt? What dirt do I have to dig up?"

"You used to fight in underground boxing matches at underground gyms, isn't that shady?"

"Nobody here...should know about this, right?"

Qiong pressed down on Luca's shoulder, "Forget it, there are too many people around, I'll take you to a less crowded place."

"Eh?"

After a dizzying experience, the two arrived at the deserted Monsoon Inspection Office.

"vomit----"

Luca knelt on the ground, his vestibular system in complete disarray, as if his brain had been used as a soccer ball and kicked around 0-7, leaving him feeling dizzy.

Qiong covered her nose and took several steps back. "No, you're already dizzy? What are you going to do after that? With this kind of physical condition, you can only fight the Cloud Cavalry. Losing even a few Demon Yin Bodies would be a life-or-death ordeal for you."

Luca didn't want it to be like this, but he really couldn't stand the torment.

"Demon King, I can't take it anymore. I think I see my father's hammer, sparks flying, smashing into my head again and again... I'm so dizzy... Ugh—"

"Oh my god, what did you eat??? What did you eat last night? Why does it smell so bad?" Qiong took a few meters back, secretly relieved that this guy didn't throw up halfway there.

"It was that expired drink. I argued with the owner for a long time, but he insisted that the soy milk was a specialty of Luofu."

"Soda-flavored soy milk? Oh my god!"

Qiong retreated to a more distant place and continued to call Xing, refusing to check the trending news in Luofu.

"Why didn't you answer for so long? We're like siblings, you can't believe I didn't answer your call?"

Qiong made a sarcastic remark, glancing at Luca, who was almost finished in the distance.

"Since things have come to this, let's start training. If you don't train your legs when you're working out, you'll regret it sooner or later; if you train your chest but not your back, you'll end up crippled sooner or later."

"Hey, why don't you just have him carry me and run?"

Qiong took out the bracelet that she hadn't returned to Yanqing yet and put it on her own wrist.

“My weight is about 70 kilograms, so if it were 50 times that, it would be three and a half tons.”

"Demon King, what are you doing?"

"I'll give you special training. You'll carry me on your back and run 200 kilometers first."

Luca: ?

"this..."

Qiong looked at Luca's hesitant expression and said, "Your upper body only has 50% room for improvement, but your lower body has 100% room for improvement. Plus, three parts punches and seven parts kicks, so I conclude that you should train your legs."

"Are there any other equipment?"

Qiong frowned slightly, then said naturally, "Of course there is. The sect's treasure, the Fierce Tiger Bell, weighing a staggering 8,240,824 tons. It seems that the rest of the equipment was taken by my nephews for the arena competition. However, you can't use it anyway; those pieces of equipment weigh at least 2000 tons each."

"The only 800-ton barbell was used for torture... during three months of training. But since it was never used, I don't know where they threw it away."

"Wait, how much? Eight million tons? Is this your usual strength?" Luca's worldview was once again shaken.

"I don't know, but after practicing for a long time, it just becomes numbers. That's what my nephew Lu said. Anyway, he started with 1 ton, slowly trained to 2000 tons, then slowly started juggling with a 2000-ton barbell, and then he became a number monster."

"Stop talking nonsense, just tell me if you're going to practice or not."

Upon hearing this, Luca thought, "Such a significant improvement? I have to give it a try!"

"I'll practice!"

“Okay, I’ll go.” Qiong jumped up and climbed onto Luca’s back.

"Snapped--"

Luca felt as if he had been hit on the back by a minecart filled with earth marrow.

"Ouch—!"

Luca's legs trembled, and sweat dripped from his chin. He never expected that Qiong, who looked the same height as him and was not much heavier, would be as heavy as a block of iron.

"Demon King...you're so heavy...you weigh at least 100 Hookes."

Seeing Luca's slow and sluggish manner, Qiong immediately became stern. "Where am I heavy? Run, run! Move your legs!"

"Think about the people in the lower classes, think about their expectations of you. You're not going to just pass the test and then go back home looking dejected, are you? They might not blame you, but they'll be disappointed in their environment."

After thinking for a while, Qiong immediately started spouting motivational platitudes and mental energy boosters, saying, "They would think that Yalilo is just a tiny place, and that they should stay there for the rest of their lives."

"You need to change the status quo and let others know that people are not judged by their background."

"You must believe in yourself, believe that you can do it. You now carry the will of the entire Belloberg, and you cannot let it down."

After a few bowls of chicken soup, Luca immediately recalled the power of bonds. He carried Sora on his back and ran 500 meters before burning up completely.

"Demon King...you really are the Demon King...uh..."

Luca's body had no energy left, but his prosthetic limbs gripped the weeds tightly, trying to move forward in this way.

Qiong, who was sitting on Luca's back, stood up and walked to the side. "Hey, hey, hey, hey. You're done for? You're already dead? Why is your stamina bar as short as the beef offal noodles in the Immortal Boat? You haven't even reached one percent!"

“Luca...you can't stop...everyone is still…”

He lay on the grass, his will trying to move forward, but his body was completely burned out, unable to muster any strength.

"This...it's not really gone from being trained, is it? I remember this thing has healing effects. If it heals, I can continue training it."

Qiong removed the bracelet, reset the gravity, and then tied it to Luca's left hand.

Chapter 397 Flying Sky: I Really Want to Poach Other People's Kids

"His strength is recovering? This is..."

The moment he put it on, his fatigue vanished, but the next moment, Luca felt a sharp pain in his right hand.

"Ouch—! That hurts! Ah... what is this!?"

But his right hand is clearly a prosthesis, so why is it in so much pain right now?

"What is this thing?! It's tearing at my prosthetic limb... Ah—!"

Qiong was stunned. It was working perfectly fine for him, so why was Luca having such a reaction? Is it like a wild boar that can't tolerate fine food?

Just as Qiong was about to remove the bracelet from Luca, she saw Luca's prosthetic limb fall to the ground.

"Hey buddy, did you put oil on this thing? Why did it fall off?"

"What... Ah—!", because of his low resistance to the effects, Luca fell asleep on the spot.

"Is it still under warranty? Hey, hey, hey. Why are you dizzy again? Why do you like sleeping so much? Dude, don't fall asleep, your hand is going to fall off... WC, how come a hand is growing out?"

Qiong rubbed his eyes, checking repeatedly. He was now certain that Lucan's missing right hand had indeed grown back.

"It's really grown longer? This thing is so useful, I don't even want to return it."