Chapter 13

"Fight club, you can't go again in the future..."

Sulu walked out of the fight club and looked back at the tall buildings with a little regret.

Although everyone can only harvest twice, mosquito legs are small and meat. There are so many students besides three coaches.

As long as they are hostile to themselves and become "red name monsters", they can provide at least two rounds of experience.

The most pitiful thing is that Barron, after losing once, won't come for the second time, which makes Sulu very sorry.

"At this time, everyone in the fight club must hate me. If you want to go again, it will really become a challenge..."

Sulu sighed and looked at his attribute bar and the '+' sign that appeared after [Maga fighting Lv2].

[consume 20 points of experience... Increase the level of Maga fighting skill to LV3! Physique + 0.3, strength + 0.3!]

"Fighting is upgraded from Lv2 to LV3. It costs 20 points of experience. What you just got is taken into account, but it's totally worth it!"

Sulu looks at the property bar:

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Name: [Sulu portley]

Occupation: [none]

Rank: [0]

Title: [none]

Strength: [1.4], agility: [1.2], physique: [0.9], spirit: [1.6]

Skills: [corpse Ji Chuangsheng LV1], [Maga fighting LV3]

Passive: [general Hebrew LV3], [basic physics lv4], [demon hunting LV1], [ancient Hebrew Lv2]

XP：【0】

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"Finally... The physique has returned to its previous state!"

The black sorcery performed last time has extracted vitality and finally completely recovered.

Moreover, strength has increased a lot, almost half more than ordinary people!

"It can be said that the goal of going to fight club was achieved in two days. All this is because of experience value!"

Sulu knows that he is not a real genius. His achievements like demons now depend entirely on the attribute bar and experience value.

But the attribute bar is magical. I have mastered this hard "topping" very skillfully.

"LV3's Maga fighting skill has been further improved... I even think the 'eight forms' taught by the fight club is too complex and can be simplified to' four forms'!"

Sulu closed his eyes and knew the power of this level of fighting.

What the fight club teaches is a simplified version, adding many unnecessary actions and deleting some key things.

"Because it's a civilian version after all. It's too much to kill people as soon as you shoot!"

Sulu fully understands this.

At this time, according to his experience, he immediately transformed the eight forms into a more refined 'four forms'!

His high-level fighting skills made him feel inspired, like an impromptu poet who couldn't wait to start reciting and performing.

He looked around, found a small forest with few people and began to practice silently.

"There are only two kinds of attacks, one is a strong attack and the other is a weak attack. These are two types, which can be named 'tiger type' and 'crane type'!"

"And the swimming skill and entanglement skill can be integrated, which is called 'Python style'!"

"The last is the 'turtle style' of defense!"

"When the level of fighting skill reaches LV3, I can push through the old and bring forth the new, and find out my own things. Tiger, crane, Python and turtle, this is my own 'four forms'!"

Sulu breathed.

Based on his understanding of Maga fighting at this time, a small school can be established and passed on under a name, such as "Su's Maga". No... it should be "portley's Maga".

"But I still prefer the name Su style Maga, which is a bit like 'Su Style Tai Chi'..."

Sulu slowly stopped, a little dejected.

"Good!"

At this time, a loud applause came: "it's rare to practice Maga fighting to your level!"

"Who?"

Sulu narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound source.

From the shade of the tree, a young man came out slowly, with correct facial features, blue eyes, white skin, linen shirt, casual pants, and a smile on his mouth, like the sunshine boy of his neighbor's house.

"Don't worry, I mean no harm!"

The young man came to Sulu and said, "my name is Donald. I'm the president of the University fight club. It's rare to see such a good student as you... How about? Are you interested in coming to my fight club?"

"You... Just came back from outside?"

Sulu was silent and suddenly asked.

"Uh... Yes? What's the matter?" Donald touched the back of his head with some doubt.

"If you go back, you'll find that I've almost finished the challenge, and I've knocked out the fight club by myself... At this time, you won't talk to me so well, but you should duel with me immediately!"

Sulu turned his eyes and thought silently.

However, whether Donald knew it or not, his eyes began to shine: "since you are the president of fight club, let's fight!"

There is no doubt that this is another human experience monster, which must be higher than Baron!

"Good!"

Donald rolled his eyes and promised, "I'm going to start!"

As soon as the voice fell, he rushed to Sulu, opened his big hand, swung it high and fell.

Hoo Hoo!

The strong wind blew on my face, which was very painful.

"Turtle style!"

Sulu fought hard to defend. With a bang, the two separated.

He rubbed his numb arm with a dignified look: "it's so powerful. It's worthy of being the president of the fight club!"

Their own strength has exceeded that of ordinary people, but the other party's strength is greater and faster than themselves!

"We must attack, crane style!"

With a stroke of his hands, Sulu's arms swung rapidly, like an athlete's run-up. He quickened his speed and rushed around Donald.

"Good!"

Donald's eyes brightened and the muscles on his back bulged. Suddenly, it seemed as if he had become a brick. He forced Sulu to shake his hand.

While humming, Su Lu retreated violently and felt as if he had hit an iron wall. This is similar to the effect of hard Qigong.

"Although the crane style is fast and has a high attack frequency, its attack power has decreased!"

As soon as he read this, he moved quickly. Suddenly, he shook his hand and changed his claw, and grabbed it.

Crane to tiger!

In the face of this move, Donald didn't dare to connect with his body, but roared. The bones on his arm seemed to soften and become a real steel whip. Take advantage of the trend!

Pop!

Sulu stepped back, his right hand behind his back.

Donald didn't take the opportunity to attack, but stopped at this point and said with a smile: "you're very powerful, better than the coaches in my fight club. Don't continue..."

"If we continue, we can only use the python style. Once we are close to each other, if we are close to each other and try our best, it is difficult to grasp the strength. It is too dangerous..."

Sulu also stopped. Everyone was classmates. At the beginning, he said he was just playing and didn't have to work hard.

"I think you also practice Maga, but you are much less refined than that of my fight club. It seems that you come from the army and are full of a fierce style, but you don't seem to come from the federal army... By the way, what's your name?"

Donald was a little confused, and Sulu was shocked by his eyes.

"My name is Sulu! Sulu portley!"

"Sulu? I remember! You can come to fight club to see me later!"

Donald smiled and turned away.