I'm really not a dark Ultraman

Chapter 155 The Source of Strength Comes from Love
Did the MAC team members have to undergo such arduous training?

This is definitely aimed at killing Feng Yuan!

The burly man punched and beat Feng Yuan mercilessly, treating him like a piece of jelly. The more he trained, the brighter the smile on that man's face became.

Thinking of this, Masaji Omura's hair stood on end.

"Bang!" With a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw that even he couldn't find any fault with, Feng Yuan was thrown heavily to the ground.

Zhou Hong clapped his hands, "Do you remember how I attacked just now?"

Feng Yuan took a deep breath of fresh air. The dryness in his throat made him swallow a mouthful of saliva. He responded to Zhou Hong in a hoarse voice, "No."

The answer was very dry and wrong, simply admitting one's own weakness.

This was not unexpected for Zhou Hong. It was the same when he first started training with Jonias. Zhou Hong didn't remember anything at all.

"The place where your body hurts is the target of the enemy's attack. Remember that position well and you will understand." Jonias said so at the time, and then he raised his fists and hit Joestar again.

Muscle memory is the best teacher. If you remember the pain, you will react instinctively to dodge or parry.

Zhou Hong conveyed Jonias' words to Feng Yuan.

The iron fist of light is passed down from generation to generation, and it beats the next generation.

“Stand up, there is not much time to waste, you must seize every moment to become stronger.”

Feng Yuan seemed to be thinking about something, and struggled to stand up from the ground.

The weight of his whole body gave him a good defense, but the heavy pressure made it difficult for him to move. Even through the defense, Zhou Hong's heavy punch still made him feel extremely chest tightness.

Omura Masaji stepped forward and asked hesitantly, "Is it really okay to practice like this? It will hurt your body, right?"

"When facing aliens, such training is meaningless, right?" Yamaguchi Baizi looked at Feng Yuan with some heartache and said quickly.

Zhou Hong didn't say much, and threw a heavy punch straight down, landing on Feng Yuan's shoulder and knocking Feng Yuan to the ground.

Feng Yuan was lying flat on the ground, breathing and recovering his strength. Yamaguchi Baizi hurriedly sat down next to Feng Yuan and gently wiped the sweat and a little blood from Feng Yuan's forehead.

"Feng Yuan, now that you have listened to what they said, what is your choice now?" Zhou Hong stood beside Feng Yuan, looking down at him.

Feng Yuan's violent heartbeat gradually calmed down under Yamaguchi Baizi's caring gaze. Feng Yuan's big hand full of calluses tightly grasped Yamaguchi Baizi's right hand.

"Hundred Sons."

"I'm here." Yamaguchi Baizi responded to Feng Yuan's call gently and placed Feng Yuan's hands on her chest.

"I will protect you." Feng Yuan's eyes were full of determination, and his slightly brown eyes seemed to be burning with flames.

“So, I can’t stop here.”

“It’s really distressing.”

"Feng Yuan-san, since you've said so, I can only support you." Yamaguchi Baizi tilted her head and smiled slightly, gently brushing Feng Yuan's forehead with her soft hair, "I will always stay by your side and support you."

"Thank you, Baizi."

Suddenly, an inextinguishable flame surged out of Zhou Hong's body, which had been trained like mud. This flame supported Feng Yuan to slowly stand up.

Behind the figure who was lowering his head, a fantasy illusion like slightly hot and distorted air gradually rose up.

His hands slumped on both sides of his body. He staggered and raised his head. His voice was a little hoarse, but the meaning he conveyed was extremely strong. "Let's continue training, instructor."

The words just fell.

The howling wind blew Yamaguchi Momoko's beautiful hair wildly, and the raging wind made her close her eyes and put her right hand in front of her face.

A dull sound as if hitting a sandbag suddenly rang out.

After Yamaguchi Baizi moved his right hand away, the figure he saw was no longer Feng Yuan.

Zhou Hong's feet were spaced apart, and the ground was slightly dented by his right foot as he leaned forward and stomped hard. His right hand was straight and parallel to the ground, and wisps of white smoke were slowly floating on his clenched fist.

The fierce blow almost made Yamaguchi Momoko scream. She quickly moved her eyes away in worry and glanced to the other side.

Feng Yuan crossed his hands in front of him. The silk cloth in the weight-bearing area at the crossed position had disappeared, and bits of fine sand slowly fell to the ground from the holes, but he still stood steadily.

His hands were shaking violently, as if he were having an epileptic seizure, but he was still standing.

After being hit by the "No Second Strike", Feng Yuan was still able to stand. There was a hint of surprise in Zhou Hong's eyes.

"Very good, that's it." A smile gradually appeared, "Defend, dodge, and counterattack!"

The swift footsteps formed a series, and the body, dragging its afterimage, quickly approached Feng Yuan.

"Beep, beep." A sound suddenly came from Feng Yuan's watch.

Zhou Hong tapped the ground with his toes, slowed down, and stood firmly in front of Feng Yuan.

The heavy punch filled with the breath of death stopped in front of Feng Yuan's nose, causing cold sweat to run down his face.

Feng Yuan carefully moved his head away and answered the phone.

"A monster has appeared. Please return to the base as soon as possible."

Feng Yuan turned his head and looked at Zhou Hong, "Instructor."

"The job of the MAC team members is to fight the monsters. Go ahead," Zhou Hong said, "get rid of the monsters cleanly."

"Yes!" Feng Yuan's voice was loud and clear. He wanted to run directly out of the club after answering.

Zhou Hong originally planned to ask Feng Yuan to take off his weight, but he ran too fast and reached the door in a flash.

He didn't say anything more. After all, even if he didn't take it off, it wouldn't be of any use after he transformed into Leo.

Wearing weights will only help Feng Yuan get a better workout.

It's good for him.

The fighter jet needs to bear weight that it should not bear.

The MAC team’s headquarters is in the universe, and Zhou Hong doesn’t know how Feng Yuan managed to get there in time and fly a fighter jet.

Anyway, everyone's speed is so fast when the team gathers.

Everyone was already on the fighter plane, and they made a quick and beautiful back and forth.

"The monster has been spotted! Attack begins!"

The flying shells hit the Canedras that was plowing the land, and began a real scraping journey on its sturdy body.

It is similar to a beetle, but there is a sharp sword on the top of its head. The biggest weapon of the evil sword monster Canedras is the sword on its head.

Feng Yuan is a L77 alien and is very unfamiliar with this monster.

Not to mention the players on the MAC team.

When the fighter jet lowered its altitude, the sword above Canedras' head suddenly separated from its body.

It transformed into a stream of sharp sword and easily hit the rear tail of Feng Yuan and his fighter plane.

Even the Victory Flying Swallow series fighters could not withstand such damage, let alone this old-fashioned fighter.

I am back to being single.

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(End of this chapter)