Volume 2 That World Chapter 3 The Origin of the Alien
Seeing Zhang Zizai looking at him seriously, Qi Ji nodded. He was not mentally retarded, so how could he not understand what Zhang Zizai meant.
To put it simply, his beating of Pei Xingjian was like an ordinary adult beating a junior high school boy, but this boy was a professional fighter.
When the power gap is not that big, the technical advantage can allow a junior high school fighter to crush an adult in one encounter.
In Zhang Zizai's opinion, no matter how talented or powerful Qi Ji is, it is simply a pipe dream for him to defeat Pei Xingjian in just one month.
Qi Ji touched his chin. If there was no Tower of Transcendence, there would be no way he would win.
With the Tower of Transcendence, it’s hard to say whether the time will be a month later.
At present, the most important thing is to find a way to kill the Jianma that is currently blocking him.
So he called Zhang Zizai, who was not inferior to Jianma in terms of technical skills, and forced him to practice with him for a whole day.
Roll! Roll everyone to death!
In the evening, Qi Ji left Zhang Zizai, who was exhausted by his abuse, and returned to the hotel happily and relaxed.
Zhang Zizai said that he would be able to arrange a special apartment for him in two days, so he wouldn't have to stay in a hotel anymore.
Qi Ji didn’t care. Living in an apartment was so troublesome and he had to do his own laundry and cooking.
Staying in a hotel is different.
Anyway, the money is paid by the club.
After washing up, Qi Ji looked at himself in the mirror. Although he was still a little thin, he could already see the lines of muscle. This showed that the effect of the strength training over the past twenty days or so was quite obvious.
Next, he will continue to gain weight and strengthen strength training according to professional diets. After all, there is still a lot of potential to be tapped in his real physical foundation.
Boxing is not like unarmed combat sports where you have to control your weight. As long as the shape of the weapon is as required by the competition, you can participate in various competitions unconditionally even if you are a three-meter-tall giant.
When his own strength is improved to a level close to that of the top combat players, and when his strength is surpassed by an increased degree, he will be the real bulldozer in the combat world!
I checked my phone and sure enough, there was a text message notification.
Qin Zijin: [Are you done with your work? I'll come find you tomorrow? ]
Qi Ji thought about it and thought that there didn't seem to be anything else to do tomorrow other than training, so he typed a reply: [Sure, where should we meet?]
Qin Zijin: [Where are you staying now? Zang Feng? ]
Qi Ji: [No, it’s in a hotel near Zang Feng.]
Qin Zijin: [Send me the address. What time would be a good time to go there tomorrow? I have something important to tell you.]
Qi Ji: [This user shared an address with you]
Qi Ji: [Just let us know half an hour before coming. ]
Qin Zijin: [Got it! I won’t bother you anymore, good night~——bye emoji]
Qi Ji put down his phone, lay on the bed and thought about what this Sword Pavilion walker was planning to do next.
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[Tower of Transcendence, Fierce Stage, Second Floor]
[The evil-level obstacle has characteristics beyond ordinary people, it is recommended to be cautious when facing the enemy]
[Current Transcendence 125, Spirituality 90/100]
After opening his eyes, Qi Ji appeared in the yellow sand desert again, and the sound of a child counting came from the wooden house in front of him.
This is inferred based on what Qi Ji learned yesterday.
I think it was Jianma's bad taste that made the children count while fighting, so that the fight could be over , and he wanted his children to show off.
After a while, the door of the wooden house was pushed open, and Jianma and his children came out.
"Jianma, look, there's another person!" his child pulled Jianma's cloak.
Jianma looked up at Qi Ji with a calm smile on his face: "Who are you?"
Qi Ji thought about it and answered him directly: "Yi Ren, I came to ask you for advice."
"Oh?" Jianma's expression was obviously interested. He motioned the child to hide aside, put the knife bag behind him in front of him, and asked with a smile: "Few aliens will take the initiative to reveal their identities. I have always been curious, where are you from?"
Qi Ji remained calm and asked calmly, "You wouldn't understand even if I told you about the outside world. Have you seen many strange people like me?"
Jianma leaned his hands lightly on the knife bag, holding his most skilled head-spine broadsword lightly, and replied with a relaxed expression: "Not many, but I did kill a few."
Qi Ji immediately asked again: "What is their level?"
Jianma tilted his head and thought for a while: "That's it, every alien seems to have a secret skill, either extremely strong or extremely fast, but you are a little different from them."
Qi Ji asked curiously: "What's the difference?"
Jian Ma stared at Qi Ji for a long while and grinned: "They look at us with condescending eyes, as if they were looking at pigs and dogs, not as peaceful as you."
Strange people, look at people like pigs and dogs...
Qi Ji thought about it, has there been anyone with such characteristics in the history of Daxia?
"Stop talking nonsense and tell me how you plan to seek advice?" Jianma asked calmly and loudly from the other end.
Qi Ji nodded: "Lend me a knife, and we will fight to the death."
Once there is a chance, there will be a second one. He asked the enemy to borrow a knife again, and this time Qi Ji remained calm.
"Haha, you're such an interesting person!" Jianma laughed. "You clearly want to fight me to the death, but you're asking me to lend you a knife?"
Then, he suddenly pulled out his favorite skull-carrying broadsword, and with a flick of his hand, threw the knife bag towards Qi Ji.
Qi Ji reached out to take it, then placed the knife bag on the ground and spread it out, revealing the weapon inside.
The longest one was a ring-handled sword, the next largest was a broadsword with a wide blade and a pointed tip, and then there were two short knives with sheaths and an axe tied with a rope.
"Pick one, and the money will be paid with your life." Jianma's voice was calm and unhurried.
Qi Ji still picked up the ring-handled straight sword, then rolled up the sword bag and threw it back to Jianma.
Jianma took it, and took out the axe with a rope from it, holding it in his left hand, while his right hand was still holding the big knife with the head.
Dual Wielding!?
Qi Ji looked at Jianma in front of him, his heart sank, and he silently gripped the hilt of the knife and pointed it at the other party.
"Aqi, stay away." Jianma suddenly spoke, and the child named Aqi immediately laughed and ran to the side.
"Do we have to count with our eyes blindfolded this time?" he asked loudly.
Jianma laughed and said, "Not this time. Just watch carefully."
Qi Ji waited in silence.
The more calm and leisurely the opponent's Jianma was, the greater the pressure he felt.
Thinking back to the afternoon's constant sparring with Zhang Zizai, restraining my strength and feeling the way his opponent seemed to be able to see through my moves, it really made me feel very frustrated.
The Jianma in front of him is an enhanced version of Zhang Zizai, who is young and strong, experienced in hundreds of battles and has killed countless people.
Can he defeat his opponent this time?
Amid the flying sand in the desert, two figures holding knives faced each other silently.
The next moment, he rushed out!
