Infinite Fighting

Chapter 7 Detonation
"Pfft~!"

The bullet was pulled out of the chest with needle-nosed pliers.

Some blood oozed out of the wound. Zhang Ji exerted a little force and moved his muscles to block the wound.

After the Iron Shirt was perfected, another function it gained was a more sensitive control over the tempered muscles all over the body.

Zhang Ji then took out another bullet from his right arm.

He looked closely at the wound on his right arm.

The bullet just hit the head and was stopped directly.

Generally speaking, it is a skin injury.

It's even lighter than the injury Kratos suffered before.

Zhang Ji sprinkled some medicine, wrapped a bandage on it, then sat down and started eating the roast duck rice.

This was his first murder.

No nausea, no fear.

At that moment, he felt angry and a little excited.

Is it because of the power?

What is the saying that when you have a sharp weapon, you will naturally feel the urge to kill?
Zhang Ji paused swallowing for a moment.

Then he looked at the little bit of medicine paste that had not been used up.

His injury is not a problem, and he should be able to practice two more essences.

The next day.

The atmosphere in the unloading warehouse was somewhat solemn.

A dead body, covered with a dark blue cargo sheet, lay on the ground.

Uncle Cheng was smoking there, and his expression changed slightly.

It was the first time that Zhang Ji saw Uncle Cheng with such an expression after arriving here.

"What's going on? Who died?"

Zhang Ji was a little confused, and he wanted to ask Gu Ming.

But Gu Ming, who usually arrives here early, has now disappeared.

Zhang Ji's heart sank slightly.

He had a guess, but he hoped it wouldn't be true.

Stepping forward, no one stopped Zhang Ji.

Until Zhang Ji lifted the cargo cloth.

That familiar face appeared in front of Zhang Ji.

Zhang Ji's hand paused in the air. After a moment of silence, he covered the bag with the cloth again.

Gu Ming died just like that.

The cruel reality made Zhang Ji re-recognize this place.

Good island.

One, has left the place of goodness.

All good will be destroyed here.

Zhang Ji hadn't had time to tell Gu Ming about his son yet, and he was just about to let Gu Jie study on his own.
For some reason, I felt a little angry.

The rabbit is dead and the fox is sad?

There is also anger at having one's friends killed!
Although Gu Ming had some small calculations, overall, it helped him adapt to life here.

After a while, Gu Ming's family came.

No one knew who Gu Ming's father was, and his mother had died of illness a long time ago.

Now there are only his wife Mu Duo and son Gu Jie.

His wife looked to be about thirty years old, but in fact she was only twenty-four, and only looked a little old because she had to work so hard.

Mu Duo did not cry after seeing Gu Ming's body.

She also grew up here.

She also experienced the days before Kratos came.

After Kratos came, there was a period of chaos before the relatively peaceful environment was restored to what it is today.

Having experienced a lot, she naturally wouldn't cry and make a fuss like ordinary women when encountering problems.

Even Gu Jie didn't cry, he just stayed quietly beside the corpse.

Uncle Cheng paid some money and asked everyone to help take care of Gu Ming's funeral. They burned him and turned him into a handful of ashes.

During this process, Zhang Ji also found out about Gu Ming's general situation.

Gunshot wound, died in an alley.

That alley was exactly the place he passed by last night.

In other words, he might have already avenged Gu Ming.

In the residence.

Zhang Ji whipped his body quickly with a wooden stick.

Once the "water bottle" is expanded, it will be much easier to pour water into it.

The effect of the same amount of medicine paste can be 10% to 20% stronger than before.

Zhang Ji could feel that he might not really need three days to acquire the essence of the skill of "Iron Shirt".

Even if he continues to practice, his body will adapt and his potential will increase, and he won't need the help of drugs, and maybe his body will be able to recover on its own.

Originally, the ancient method of "Iron Shirt" did not contain these medicines, and it relied purely on the body's own recovery and repair capabilities to practice.

But that kind of training is very laborious.

Therefore, as long as his recovery and repair abilities are strong enough, he will definitely be able to practice without the help of drugs.

"Dang Dang Dang~!"

There was a knock on the door. After confirming the situation, Zhang Ji carefully opened the door.

Standing outside the door was Gu Jie.

Gu Jie did not enter the room. When he saw Zhang Ji, he said, "Teacher, I won't come here anymore. My mother asked me to tell you something."

"Okay, I understand." Zhang Ji nodded after a moment of silence.

"Goodbye, teacher." Gu Jie turned around and prepared to leave.

"and many more!"

Zhang Ji called him.

Then he turned around and took a box from the house.

Inside were most of the batteries he had saved.

"Take them all, it will help you hold out for a while longer." Zhang Ji said.

His idea was simple: to help wherever he could.

Without Gu Ming's income, Mu Duo was unable to support herself and Gu Jie, and inevitably fell into darkness.

This money should be able to help her get by for a while longer.

As for after this period of time
Zhang Ji didn't know either.

Now he can hardly protect himself.

He had just killed someone, and he didn't know whether the other party had investigated him.

"Thank you, teacher."

Gu Jie bowed, took the box, and turned to leave.

Zhang Ji looked at his receding back, silently closed the door, and then continued practicing.

He didn't know what the situation was like outside, but as long as he practiced, he could feel safe.

That night.

Zhang Ji, who was lying on the bed, heard gunshots again.

"Bang~!"

"Bang~!" Some of the sounds were very far away, while others were very close.

Uncle Cheng has given them two days off.

The cafeteria is still open though.

But the food standard has dropped a lot.

He did not continue to practice because his medicine paste was used up.

Can't find anywhere to buy it yet.

“Bang! Clang!”

The sound was very close to Zhang Ji and might even have hit his container.

Zhang Ji's movements paused, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

He sat up, grabbed the edge of the bed with both hands, and couldn't help but exert a little more force.

The cardboard was deformed and twisted by his squeezing, and his bones were making crackling sounds.

"Bang~!"

Zhang Ji raised his head and looked across the container in the direction where the sound came from.

Chu Xiangwen stood in the tall building and looked down.

That's where the fighting broke out.

The team trained by Kratos is fighting with the people brought by Hong Kang.

As Mr. Kui's registered disciple, Chu Xiangwen has great respect for Mr. Kui, even though he is old.

But he also believes in the law of the jungle.

The situation now is that the tiger wants to eat the vicious dog, and he wisely chooses to join the tiger.

But Kratos is not smart. He is still fighting with the vicious dog sent by another tiger.

Little did he know that even if he won, it would only attract another more ferocious dog, or even the tiger itself.

Suddenly, he saw a figure rushing out from the darkness.

Amid the hail of bullets, a crowbar hit one of the men's head.

In an instant, the man's head became a mess.

Zhang Ji was about to hit the second person when a gun was aimed at him.

"Bang~!"

The bullet landed on the surface of the skin, and the qi and blood naturally gathered under the stimulation of breathing, and the tough skin blocked the bullet.

Apart from feeling a pain, Zhang Ji did not experience any other changes.

Not only did he master the "Iron Shirt", he also developed two additional essences!
That is, the power of twelve successes!
It even exceeds the limits of the theory of martial arts.

“Is this ever going to end!!!” Zhang Ji roared.

The sound exposed him and attracted everyone's attention.

Zhang Ji picked up the crowbar and rushed towards the group of people.

"Hoo~!"

The crowbar swung out and hit a man.

In an instant, bones broke and tendons were broken!

"Bang~!"

The man hit the wall and fell down.

"Bang bang bang~!"

Zhang Ji protected his eyes with one hand, ran quickly, and rushed towards another person with a crowbar in his right arm.

The man was startled when faced with Zhang Ji rushing towards him, but he couldn't escape.

He could only shoot.

The bullet landed on Zhang Ji, his movements were somewhat distorted, but he was still able to keep running.

"Hoo~!"

"Pfft~!"

A head exploded like a watermelon in front of Zhang Ji.

"Hoo~!"

"Bang~!"

No one can withstand this crowbar.

And Zhang Ji can withstand the opponent's gunfire!
"Go! Retreat quickly!!"

The remaining dozen or so people fled in all directions. Zhang Ji did not chase them. He looked at the people opposite with the crowbar in his hand, then turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

On the tall building, Chu Xiangwen fell silent.

Even Kratos doesn't have this level of horizontal training skills.

The two warring parties were even more confused.

It's totally unclear where this expert came from.

Wu Chen stared at the figure that disappeared into the darkness and felt that it looked familiar.

Then I suddenly thought of something.

"He hid it so deeply?"

He could never have imagined that a person who stole the dog's food could have such strength.

With such strength, why would you want to steal other people's food?

This time, the man stood up, not to help either side, but more like he was disturbed and wanted to vent.

"We have to talk to Mr. Kui. It would be best if we can get him here!"

"What? He rushed up to you while under gunfire and killed the four of you?" Hong Kang said in disbelief.

It's not like he hasn't seen masters of horizontal training before, but at least Zhao Kui couldn't do it.

In other words, how come such a master of horizontal training suddenly appeared out of nowhere?

The variables suddenly became so much greater.

The man gave him only two months.

If he fails to take over Kuicheng District, he will be dead.

"Investigate it. I'll go there myself!" said Hong Kang.

Impulsive and refreshing
Zhang Ji took off his somewhat tattered clothes, revealing a lot of bruises on his sturdy body.

Even though he rushed forward so fiercely, he was not able to escape unscathed.

Most of the bullet's force was reduced, but some of the impact was still transmitted to the body.

So there were bruises all over his body.

But it’s good enough that there is nothing scattered here and there.

Zhang Ji now has a rough idea of his own level of strength.

It should be time to step firmly into the D-level.

That is the level of a professional fighter.

But it's only at the first or second level of professionalism.

It was very powerful in the era of cold weapons, but in this era of hot weapons, although it has some combat power, it cannot rush around.

His strength is still too weak!
After taking some medicine, Zhang Ji changed into a new set of work clothes and lay down.

The sudden time travel, the inexplicable attack, the death of his friend, all these made his nerves so tense that at the slightest trigger, they would explode like a barrel of explosives.

Of course, the premise for the outbreak is that he now has some strength to protect himself.

If he was still in his original fragile state, he would not rush out so recklessly facing the muzzle of a gun.

"Dangdang~!"

There was a sudden knock on the door.

(End of this chapter)