Infinite Fighting

Chapter 15: Thirty-success Power "Iron Shirt"

Soaking in a bathtub filled with medicinal powder, Zhang Ji was also talking to Kratos.

"Large-caliber firearms and modern weapons are hard to find here. Civilian exoskeletons are more than a dozen generations old, not to mention military ones. There aren't many things that can help you." Kratos said as he counted them off.

"Can we drive a mechanical engineering vehicle in and hit them?" Zhang Ji suddenly said.

He wasn't joking.

Because in the unlimited fighting competitions that he knew, there were really people fighting with planes and tanks.

"How is that possible? Driving a motorcycle into the entrance of the Blue City Arena is already the limit."

Kratos' expression looked a little strange. He didn't know why Zhang Ji would ask such an outrageous question.

"Can we get a jet backpack? Or a small load-carrying drone? Wouldn't it be easier to attack if we fly higher and drop bombs downwards?" Zhang Ji asked.

"This is a martial arts competition, not a war. And there is a dome. You have seen it. It is only ten meters high. If it flies, it will become a target and it will affect the shooting accuracy." Kratos raised his eyebrows.

Zhang Ji took a look at Mr. Kui and felt that his thinking was a bit old-fashioned.

People are talking about a no-holds-barred fighting match, is it hard to understand why someone would wear a jet backpack to a fight?

"Are you planning to just practice here?" Mr. Kui asked doubtfully, "Is the secret medicine of "Iron Shirt" still useful to you?"

"It's useful." Zhang Ji said, "Practicing martial arts brings the greatest benefits, which is more useful than finding two more guns."

If he could develop another "Iron Shirt" fighting skill crystal, his defense would be greatly enhanced.

Now when facing ordinary small-caliber bullets, he feels that there is no difference between them and small plastic bullets. If his defense is strengthened, the extent of damage he can resist will also change qualitatively.

When Kratos thought about Zhang Ji's current skills, he had nothing to refute.

"It's a pity that when the Vajra Sect was destroyed, I was just an ordinary disciple who had just joined the sect. I didn't get to learn the advanced martial arts. Otherwise, with your talent, you might be able to practice the Vajra Sect's 'Vajra Indestructible Body Divine Art.'" Mr. Kratos sighed.

"The Vajra Indestructible Body Divine Art?"

Zhang Ji raised his eyebrows. He had seen players demonstrate this thing in videos online.

That is a blue (excellent) level fighting skill.

When practiced to perfection, one can withstand direct attacks from ordinary artillery shells, and small-yield missiles will not cause much damage.

The player who posted the video deliberately created a wanted notice, then fought a battle with the army that arrived, and finally left unscathed.

The strength of Class B is enough to ignore most modern thermal weapons.

"You know?" Kratos asked.

"I've heard that a master can withstand artillery shells." Zhang Ji said, "Are you from the Vajra Sect? How was the Vajra Sect destroyed?"

"It all happened twenty-one years ago. The Vajra Sect and the Flame Blade Sect became enemies, and then the conflict escalated, and a sect-level death duel was held," said Kratos.

"The result is that King Kong Sect lost?" Zhang Ji said.

"No, the Vajra Sect won." Mr. Kui said, "It was just a miserable victory, and then the remaining Vajra Sect disciples were liquidated by the Dongji Kingdom. None of those who helped the sect do evil things escaped. People like me who just joined and were sure that I didn't get the sect's inheritance were also thrown to Shanli Island."

"What a coincidence." Zhang Ji shook his head.

"It's quite a coincidence, but the current Dongji country hopes for a stable social order and no longer wants to have warriors and sects. All martial artists must be regulated and registered as fighters. This is the general trend." Mr. Kratos sighed.

Zhang Ji's eyes were deep.

The Dongji Kingdom was right to regulate and restrain fighters, but its approach was wrong.

The idea that they don't want too many people with strong personal power is wrong in its origin.

This method of restricting the development of fighting martial arts and directly killing them all with one blow will put them at a complete disadvantage in the future great struggles.

The sects have become a model of developing things behind closed doors, and they will destroy these sects one by one, confiscate all their martial arts heritage, and not spread them out for development, which is equivalent to directly locking down the Dongji Kingdom's fighting martial arts technology tree.

Of course, the fighting martial arts lock of [True Self Style] is not a dead end.

After all, there is also a [Rigoku School] style of play in the [Xuanxin Style], which is a fighter who relies entirely on external objects to arm himself, and is no worse than other schools.

But unfortunately, the technological development speed of Dongji Country is a little bit behind the speed of improvement of the strength of fighters from the outside world.

Zhang Ji didn’t think too much about it. He thought he could only consider the future after getting through this stage.

In twenty-eight days, Zhang Ji developed a new crystal of the "Iron Shirt" fighting skill.

His talent is improving.

As he continues to master new fighting skills, the "Aquarius" representing his potential is also growing bigger.

If he continued like this, sooner or later, he would be able to acquire the essence of the "Iron Shirt" fighting skill in one day.

He also felt that his body needed less medication.

Self-recovery ability and so on are much stronger than before.

Maybe in the future I won’t be able to practice normally without the help of these secret medicines.

With a thought, three Iron Shirt fighting skill crystals were all loaded onto his body within the limited space.

Zhang Ji's muscles were tense, and his body surface had a faint reflection, like metal or jade.

After a little adjustment, Zhang Ji took out a pistol and pointed it at his chest.

"Bang~!"

“Clang! Puff!”

The bullet hit the chest, and it actually made a sound like the collision of metal. Then part of the kinetic energy was dispersed and absorbed by the skin and muscles, and the bullet was directly bounced to the side and penetrated the mattress.

The previous "Iron Shirt" only dispersed and absorbed kinetic energy and did not have the effect of rebounding.

After reaching thirty levels of power, it seemed to have some rebound effect.

There is a certain rigidity.

Moreover, Zhang Ji vaguely felt that with the practice of the breathing method, the rebound force would become stronger, but it would require a stronger strike force to activate it.

With a slight movement of his mind, Zhang Ji attached the essence of the skill of "Cat Claw Kung Fu" in the limited space to himself.

The ten fingers of both palms also changed again.

The nails become longer and the front ends are a little sharp.

Although I only learned the "Cat Claw Skill" and it is just the entry level, I have only achieved a certain level of strength.

But with the 30% strength of the "Iron Shirt" as a foundation, these claws should not be easily broken, and the strength alone can penetrate deep into the bone.

Zhang Ji stretched out four fingers and poked the wall casually.

"Puff~!" It was like being inserted into the sand, with no obstruction at all.

He easily inserted half of his palm.

Most of the credit goes to the "Iron Shirt", but the effect of the "Cat Claw" is also very obvious, and the two have a complementary effect.

Zhang Ji pulled his hand out, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he was quite satisfied with the result.

At this time, there was still one day left before the martial arts competition in Lancheng District began.

Zhang Ji doesn't plan to practice anymore.

After practicing Qigong, the body needs some time to recover and cannot maintain its best condition.

What he needs to do today is to have a good rest, relax his mind and body, and recuperate his body.

Wu Chen found him a game console from somewhere. Zhang Ji found a few fighting games in it and had fun playing with Kratos for the whole day.

The two men seemed to have no awareness of facing a life-and-death duel and looked very relaxed.

Halfway through the game, Kuiye suddenly said, "How about I go."

"I want to fight!" said Zhang Ji.

He knew that Kratos was afraid of his death, so he thought that he could take his place and die.

But Zhang Ji didn't think so.

He must seize this opportunity, he must strive for victory, he must obtain the resources of the Five Form Sect and the official status of a disciple, and he must leave Shanli Island with dignity.

If you don't fight, you have nothing. If you fight, you can get everything you want.

It was Kratos who told him this truth.

He enjoyed the roast duck rice very much. If he had the chance again, he would kill the dog without any hesitation to get the rice.

Mr. Kui looked at Zhang Ji, feeling quite emotional.

Once upon a time, he had such ambition!

It’s a pity that the world is unpredictable and his spirit has been worn away to the point where there is not much left.

"Go on, this time I choose the one that can push the wave!" said Kratos.

"It's useless. You'll lose if you cheat." Zhang Ji said.

Blue City District.

After Zhang Ji, Kui Ye and others arrived, they came all the way to the Colosseum viewing area.

The arena is quite big, enough for playing football.

There are seven-meter-high walls on both sides, and there are only two narrow entrances below. Once someone enters, the iron gate will be lowered, completely cutting off the retreat. The only way to leave is to be alive.

The previous rulers of the Blue City District would hold fighting competitions from time to time, so they built this arena.

Of course, it is a fighting event that is very bloody and has no rules.

Most of the time, only one makes it out alive.

This kind of event attracted a lot of people to watch.

After all, there is a lack of entertainment in this place.

When Zhang Ji arrived, other leaders had already arrived.

These leaders are more or less equipped with some weapons and wear modified full-body bulletproof vests.

Wang Quan is also here, and there is a young man with long hair beside him.

The young man was about 1.9 meters tall, taller than Zhang Ji's 1.85 meters, and about the same height as Kratos.

Zhang Ji noticed that Wang Quan was slightly behind the young man.

This means that young people are the ones in charge here.

There was also a crowd of people on the other side of the viewing area.

Those are also the leaders of Shanli Island.

But the leader among them was an old man with long white hair.

The old man sat calmly on the chair, with two beautiful young women beside him massaging his shoulders and legs.

"Elder, are all the people here?" Li Long asked Wang Quan.

"Everyone is here." Wang Quan nodded.

"Let's start." Li Long said.

Wang Quan nodded and made a gesture.

Immediately, someone brought two signature boxes.

The person on the other side walked to one of the lottery boxes and started drawing lots.

The people on Zhang Ji's side also gestured and drew lots.

Zhang Ji found a number three ball in his hand.

"Go to the field in the order of the numbers you draw. You can leave if you win, or you can stay and play. If you win a game, you can obtain the status of a formal disciple of the Five Form Sect and leave Shanli Island. After you get out, the Five Form Sect will also give you an estate worth tens of millions. Even after you leave here, you will still be the best of the world. If you win two games, you will get an extra ten million." said Lord Quan.

"Win more?" Zhang Ji suddenly asked.

Just as Mr. Quan was about to speak, Li Long looked over and said, "There is no upper limit. If you win three games, you will get 30 million. If you win four games, you will get 40 million."

"What if I want to obtain a higher position in the Wuxing Sect?" Zhang Ji looked at Li Long and said.

He already knew Li Long's identity from Mr. Kui.

The current Daozi of Wuxingmen is equivalent to the next heir.

If he could get his permission, Zhang Ji would get more than just money.

Li Long looked at Zhang Ji, his eyes stayed on his ten fingers for two seconds, then he smiled and said: "Okay, if you can win five games, I will let you be my true disciple."

Daozi's true disciple, this status is not low in the Wuxing Sect, which is equivalent to the team of elders trained by the next leader.

Wang Quan was somewhat surprised by Li Long's promise, but did not interfere.

In his opinion, if anyone among Zhang Ji and others could really achieve this record, he would be worthy of this status.

(End of this chapter)