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The man remained motionless.
Yang Chen plucked up the courage and tiptoed in front of the person. After thinking about it, he carefully walked behind the person, then stretched out a finger and poked the person in the back, but there was no response.
I poked again, but there was no response.
That person stood there like a statue. Yang Chen studied it for a while and then gave up. Since there was no threat to him anyway, he walked over to the row of hammers by the wall. The hammers were of different sizes. Yang Chen walked up to the largest hammer, held the hammer handle with both hands and lifted it.
Not moving!
Drag!
Not moving!
Shake!
Not moving!
"How heavy it is!"
Looking at the row of hammers, Yang Chen's eyes fell directly on the smallest hammer. He strode over, grabbed the handle of the hammer with both hands, and lifted it up with force.
"This hammer weighs a hundred pounds!"
"Um?"
Yang Chen¡¯s hand shook in shock and he almost threw the hammer away. In the corner of his eye, he saw the man who had been motionless suddenly start to move. He strode to the heaviest hammer, stretched out a hand and lifted it up with a slight lift, and then walked to the table in the center.
"Boom"
The stove nearby suddenly burst into flames, and the metal inside quickly burned red. The man made of tadpoles grabbed hold of the void, and a piece of red-hot metal from the stove flew up and landed on the table.
"Huh"
The huge hammer flew across the air lightly, making a heavy buzz in the room, and hit the red-hot metal hard.
"when¡¡"
Sparks were flying everywhere, deafening, like fireworks in full bloom, giving Yang Chen a huge impact on both vision and hearing.
"Dangdangdang"
The sound of hammers continued, and Yang Chen stood there stiffly. At this time, his heart was beating violently, and his blood was boiling, as if he was watching a symphony concert.
This is definitely not blacksmithing, this is art. The movements are elegant. The sound of the hammer and metal colliding is not harsh at all, but creates a unique rhythm that makes people excited.
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In front of the stage, the man was waving a hammer, like a conductor waving a baton. His movements were not rapid, but extremely stable. The man was naked, allowing Yang Chen to clearly see that every time he swung the hammer, all the muscles in his body were moving, as if he was adding strength.
Yang Chen was quickly intoxicated by the use of that kind of power, his eyes watching every move of that person without blinking an eye.
I don¡¯t know how long it took, but Yang Chen suddenly woke up because the sound disappeared.
"Om"
The man's body dispersed and turned into thousands of tadpoles, like a black cloud that enveloped Yang Chen and quickly disappeared into Yang Chen's body. Then Yang Chen felt that his body was out of control. He walked towards the table, picked up the 100 kilogram hammer in his hand, and smashed the metal on the table.
"Dangdangdang"
The sound of the hammer rang again. After the initial panic, Yang Chen concentrated his energy, recalling the rhythm of watching that man strike iron before, and gradually became intoxicated by it.
At the beginning, Yang Chen was completely passive. Not only was his body controlled, but his thinking could not keep up with the speed of the hammer. Gradually, Yang Chen's mind caught up with the speed of the hammer swing, and then he began to actively cooperate with his body to swing the hammer.
"Dangdangdang"
Amid the hot sparks, Yang Chen felt that his skin, muscles, and bones were all moving with a unique rhythm, and even his organs were vibrating with this rhythm.
One hammer!
Two hammers!
Three hammers!
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Three hundred hammers!
Yang Chen¡¯s arms were not only numb, as if they were not his, but his whole body seemed to be numb, as if they were not his. But his body was still under control, and one hammer after another passed through the air, landing sonorously on the metal on the table.
Yang Chen is a second-level martial arts disciple. An ordinary person has a strength of one hundred to one hundred and fifty kilograms. The first level martial artist has a strength of two hundred kilograms. Every fifty pounds of strength increases by one level. Now Yang Chen has 250 kilograms of strength. But just because you have the strength of 250 kilograms, it does not mean that you can swing a hammer of 100 kilograms and hit it three hundred times without stopping.
Yang Chen feels comfortableNot much money, just the ramen restaurant across the street! "
"There's really no need"
"Don't you want to give your eldest brother face?"
"Oh well!"
Inside the ramen restaurant.
Zhang Long stared blankly at Yang Chen opposite, who was eating noodles. He was not wolfing down the noodles, but rather a little shy.
There is no way not to be shy!
At this time, not only Zhang Long was looking at him with wide eyes, but also the few customers in the ramen restaurant, the boss and the waiters were all looking at him with wide eyes. On one side of his table, seven large bowls were stacked, and Yang Chen was eating the eighth bowl.
Yang Chen is also very weak. He usually only eats two bowls at most in one meal. I don¡¯t know what happened today, but he ate eight bowls. He drank the eighth bowl with soup and water, feeling that he was eighty percent full. Although I can still eat it, I am too shy to eat it anymore.
"Brother, you are still just a martial arts disciple, right?" Seeing Yang Chen put down his chopsticks, Zhang Long asked in surprise: "Is it so edible?"
"It wasn't like this before!" Yang Chen said with a frown, "For today, Officer Zhang, I will pay for it myself."
Zhang Long said with displeasure on his face: "You look down on me?"
"Officer Zhang"
"Call me brother! Otherwise you look down on me!"
"Brother Zhang!"
"Hey, that's right!" Zhang Long said with a smile on his face: "You helped me today, you are my little brother. In the future, you can come to me for anything that is not too troublesome."
Having said this, his face darkened and he said: "Actually, brother, I can't help you much. This is not before the recovery of spiritual energy. Although there were privileged classes at that time, they were still restricted. Today's privileges of warriors It¡¯s become clear. If you provoke a warrior, there¡¯s only so much that big brother can do to help you. By the way, are you from the school opposite?¡±
"Well, sophomore year of high school."
"Then it's time to choose a class! What level of martial arts are you at now?"
"Two floors!" Yang Chen said shyly.
"Tsk!" Zhang Long rubbed his teeth: "Then do you choose liberal arts or science?"
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