In half an hour, Flesh had been lying down seventy-three times.

Now he doesn't even want to stand up.

Yan Yuan also found it strange that Flesh's various fighting skills were quite powerful, but when combined together they were very strange. The originally very lethal moves became all kinds of strange when they fell into his hands, as if they were too powerful to be used.

, he couldn't change his moves even if he could, and then he fell down inexplicably.

Looking at Flesh lying on the ground meditating, Yan Yuan couldn't help but speak.

"You fell down before I could do anything?"

Flesh: "I'm down, you still want to hit me last?"

The two looked at each other in silence.

Then Yan Yuan helped him up.

Before Flesh could thank him, Yan Yuan continued to punch.

"!

!”

Flesh dodged but missed and was punched in the face.

"Ouch!"

Fight back, and then Yan Yuan dodges naturally. He doesn't need to think about it or react in other ways. He can dodge them all by just keeping wandering around.

It should be said that it is a miracle that this kind of attack can hit.

After that, Flesh repeated the process of being injured, then being healed, then being injured again, and then being healed again.

Later Zuo Fei also came.

Then Zuo Fei also joined in the fight against Flesh. Zuo Fei's fighting skills were relatively more like mixed martial arts skills, including beating, grappling, and various methods.

But in terms of fighting skills, his fighting skills are still not as exquisite as Zuo Fei's.

The result was no different. Flesh was beaten in various ways when facing Zuo Fei.

He has many ideas, but none of them can be realized. Whether it is fighting skills, reaction speed or physical strength, Flesh is not weak. He is like a newbie when he fights.

Even Zuo Fei was confused at this time.

"I haven't even exerted much force yet."

Flesh: ".

.”

Flesh now also realizes that he seems to have some problems.

But he couldn't tell what the problem was for a while.

Not only could he not explain clearly, but even Yan Yuan and Zuo Fei couldn't figure out what his problem was.

It's like a person who always makes mistakes when calculating one plus one. If I can't figure it out, others won't be able to figure out where the problem is.

How can one plus one not work out?

Yes, how can one plus one not work out?

Yan Yuan: "Why can't you dodge my punch?"

As he spoke, Yan Yuan punched again, and Flesh dodged with an extremely exaggerated movement.

Then.

Still not able to dodge, he was punched on the bridge of the nose.

Then Yan Yuan treated him again.

Yan Yuan felt the pain of being a teacher, and was glad that he did not have many disciples. If there were more disciples like Flesh, Yan Yuan would go crazy.

Zuo Fei: "Flash."

"Um?"

When Flesh heard Zuo Fei calling him, he turned around and saw a fist getting bigger and bigger. He instinctively wanted to dodge, but he also failed to dodge.

This feels like an enemy is discovered, and then the information is uploaded to the brain, and then the brain processes the information, and then the brain starts to issue commands, and finally it is communicated back and starts activity.

This process doesn't take much time for normal people, but it seems to take a lot of time here in Flesh.

Yan Yuan suddenly suggested: "Flesh, try punching while we are not paying attention."

Flesh: "You must be waiting for me to punch, and then punch me back, right?"

Yan Yuan: "How could that be? I'm that kind of person.

.”

Before he finished speaking, Flesh suddenly took action. Yan Yuan tilted his head and easily dodged it. He also fired back uncontrollably with his right hand and punched Flesh.

"Crack!"

.

.

Flesh covered his nose and looked at Yan Yuan quietly.

"You lied to me!"

Yan Yuan: "You made the move before I even finished speaking. It's not a lie."

"I repeat, I am not this kind of person. If you punch me, I will not fight back, absolutely."

As soon as he finished speaking,

Flesh suddenly took action, and seeing his fist getting closer and closer to Yan Yuan's face, the corners of Flesh's mouth were about to rise.

Then.

.

"Bang!"

Before his fist could touch Yan Yuan, Flesh was kicked by Yan Yuan and flew several meters away. When he landed, he couldn't stand firm and fell to his knees on the ground with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Ugh!"

Yan Yuan: "My kicks are faster than your punches, what's wrong with you?"

Flesh: ".

.”

Suddenly I didn't really want to talk to this person.

Yan Yuan stepped forward to treat and then came to the conclusion

"How about you develop your light skills?"

"After all, I have the gene of m87 Light, so my lighting skills will not be any different no matter how bad I am."

Zuo Fei nodded: "Yes, Flesh, my fighting skills are average, but I can still be invincible with my light skills!"

Flesh: "But fighting skills determine the lower limit of Ultraman! Grandpa, haven't you been defeated by various strange low-level monsters?"

Zuo Fei: “.

.”

Yan Yuan immediately defended Zuo Fei: "In fact, I haven't lost a few times."

"Besides, look at me, my fighting skills are so powerful, but I still rely on light skills to kill the enemy? What does this mean?"

Flesh: "It means you haven't mastered your fighting skills yet! Did you still succeed when you competed with my father in fighting skills?"

Yan Yuan: "But my fighting skills are not good enough to torture you like this, which means you are not suitable for this path."

Come on, let’s hurt each other!

"Then your light.

.”

Flesh originally wanted to talk about the lighting problem, but after thinking about it carefully, Yan Yuan's lighting skills seemed to be really powerful.

I don’t even know where to start.

"Anyway, I just want to be the fighting king and inherit my father's mantle."

Zuo Fei patted Flesh on the shoulder, his face full of advice.

"If Blaze could use light back then, he would have used it long ago."

"You have to believe me."

When Yan Yuan and Zuo Fei went out, Flesh fell into deep thought.

Is light really promising?
To be continued...