Pick Up Attributes Martial Arts

"My normal strength now is 690 pounds."

At this moment, Chen Yu was a little excited: "That is to say, relying on the basic boxing method, I can break out nearly 760 pounds of boxing power during the battle!"

"On the strength of this boxing and the status of an intermediate martial artist, I can be admitted to any major university!"

"And, this is just the beginning."

"As long as I keep working hard and pick up attributes every day, I can become a formal martial artist before the college entrance examination."

"At that time, what kind of scene will it be?"

After thinking about the future.

Chen Yu was ready to continue his great career of picking up attributes, picking up the wool of his classmates.

But right now.

The previous martial arts teacher, who had been heavily fattened, came over cursingly: "Chen Yu, you don't train well, and you are still wandering around, do you want to go out and run a hundred laps of the playground!"

The teacher's name is Zhou Bo, and he would punish people to run a hundred laps on the playground at any time, so the students gave him a famous nickname - Zhou Baiquan.

It is said that Zhou Bo was a senior martial artist at the peak of his life.

Unfortunately.

More than ten years ago, in a fierce battle with monsters, he was seriously injured, and his strength has been greatly reduced since then, and he can only play the level of an intermediate martial artist.

"that……"

Chen Yu hurriedly found an excuse to explain: "Mr. Zhou, I'm looking at the resumes of the characters on the wall that you introduced, to find out what brilliant deeds the official warriors from our Red Sea Middle School have!"

"It's useless to pay attention to these!"

Zhou Bo immediately taught a lesson with a sullen face: "What you have to do now is to seize all the time to become an intermediate martial artist! If you can't become an intermediate martial arts apprentice, you can't be admitted to a key university, and your life is very likely to be dark..."

In the sound of Zhou Bo's scolding.

Chen Yu replied calmly and calmly: "Mr. Zhou, I'm already an intermediate martial artist."

As soon as the words came out.

Zhou Bo froze in place, as if he had heard some ghost story.

"You? Intermediate martial artist?"

When he came back to his senses, Zhou Bo immediately curled his lips and said, "Last semester, your strength was only over 300 kilograms. Do you think the teacher would believe your nonsense?"

"Mr. Zhou, I'm really an intermediate martial artist now."

In Chen Yu's confident tone, there was obviously a bit of helplessness.

Because he knew that at this moment Zhou Bo must think he was talking nonsense and evading training.

"In Teacher Zhou, how dare you speak hard?!"

Zhou Bo stared, it seemed that if Chen Yu didn't go to training honestly, he would punish Chen Yu to run a hundred laps on the playground under load.

In response, Chen Yu shrugged and replied, "Mr. Zhou, I'm really an intermediate martial artist! How about we try to fight each other?"

"Dare to fight with the teacher? Well, then the teacher will let you know immediately, the intermediate martial artist is amazing!"

At the same time as the voice fell, Zhou Bo shot.

With his right arms together, he directly threw an extremely simple, yet extremely ferocious jab at Chen Yu's face.

As the saying goes: hit people don't hit the face.

But Zhou Bo likes to slap the face the most, and often beats some disobedient students with bruises and bruises, crying father and mother.

And Chen Yu naturally wouldn't be foolish enough to take this jab. He reacted in a timely manner, and instantly swept to the left to dodge.

However, as a martial arts teacher, Zhou Bo's actual combat experience is naturally far more comparable.

I saw that his waist suddenly twisted, followed by a sudden turn of the fist, and there was no sign of slowness.

At the same time, he moved his right foot, slashed the floor, leaned his body to the left, and the huge fist chased Chen Yu's chest like a poisonous snake.

In the face of such a rapid change of punches, Chen Yu knew that it would be too late to dodge, so he quickly sunk his weight.

Followed by the right fist like a giant hammer, slanted out!

boom!

The two fists collided, and immediately there was a dull sound similar to the broken eggshell.

This punch, although Chen Yu delivered it hastily, can definitely be said to be a full-strength blow.

The strength of 6.9, under the 1.1 times the strength amplitude of his basic boxing mastery level, broke out with a strength close to 760 pounds.

Such power is enough to crush Zhou Bo!

"Um?!!!"

For a time, Zhou Bo was stunned.

Because, although he held up Chen Yu's counter-attack, his fist and his entire arm felt a strong pain at this moment.

It was as if he had just been hit with a giant hammer.

That terrifying force not only made his arms tremble and numb, he almost lost consciousness.

It was even more shocking that the qi and blood in his body surged, and his internal organs were extremely uncomfortable.

Forget it!

The most unacceptable thing for Zhou Bo was that after the punches, Chen Yu looked like nothing was wrong, and there was no painful expression on his face.

"This kid, stronger than me?"

Zhou Bo's eyes suddenly widened to become round, looking at Chen Yu like a monster.

Anyone who was beaten by their own students almost vomited blood would feel their hearts collapsed.

I can't keep my face down!

but.

Zhou Bo has always been very thick-skinned and knows how to be flexible.

So after a while, he withdrew his fist, signaled to stop fighting, and then coughed twice and said:

"Chen Yu, among the students in this school, there are not many people who can tie with my teacher."

"It seems that you didn't lie to the teacher, you are indeed an intermediate martial artist."

"Well, that's it for today, there are still some things to do on the teacher's side, let's go first!"

After that, Zhou Bo turned around and left, his face full of bitterness.

no way.

If he left later, he would be unable to hold back and spit out a mouthful of old blood in front of Chen Yu...

Moreover, his fists and arms hurt so much that he had to go to the infirmary to take a film to see if there was any bone fracture.

"Did I just hit a little too hard?"

Looking at Zhou Bo's dingy back, Chen Yu couldn't help muttering to himself.

It was at this time.

Chen Yu found that two attribute bubbles appeared at the position where Zhou Bo was just now:

【Strength +19】

[Basic Fist +25]

"so much!"

Chen Yu's heart jumped: "Could it be that by defeating a person, more attributes can be released?"

"Is this the correct posture for my golden finger?"

Realizing this, the corners of Chen Yu's mouth turned up slightly, as if he had discovered a new continent.

Without any hesitation, Chen Yu reached out and picked up the two attribute bubbles.

Swish!

His own attribute panel changed immediately:

【Strength】: 8.8

【Speed】: 6.4

[Physical]: 6.7

[Martial Skills]: Basic Boxing Technique (Proficient at 46/200), Basic Movement Technique (Proficient at 13/200), Basic Leg Technique (Proficient at 52/100)

【Knowledge】: Chinese (full marks)...

At the same time, Chen Yu felt that his muscles were tighter than before.

The understanding of the various applications of basic boxing is also more thorough.

"Becoming an official martial artist before the college entrance examination is not a dream at all!"

Clenching his fists and feeling his current strength, Chen Yu was full of confidence in his martial arts path.

And the next half of the martial arts class.

Chen Yu found that the attribute bubbles "dropped" from the students were no longer as many as they were at the beginning.

Chen Yu was not surprised by this.

Because he could probably understand that those attribute bubbles came from the hard training of the students.

The harder you train, the more attribute bubbles will drop.

Just like miners go to dig, the harder they dig, the greater the harvest...

But everyone is tired, and it is impossible to continue a high-load, high-intensity training state.

Therefore, the number of attribute bubbles gradually decreases, which is normal in his opinion.

"Um?"

Just when Chen Yu thought that he could barely pick up dozens of attributes in the second half of the class.

He was surprised to find that Zhang Yang, who was running back and forth on the infrared sensor runway, was like a hen laying eggs, constantly dropping the speed attribute.