[Sato's kicking, a savage fighting technique. When attacking with bare hands, gain +1.0 Strength and +1.5 Coordination. Your kicks are deadly, breaking the will of your enemies with your feet and tearing their flesh apart. All enemies will fear your power]

Li Mu took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and digested the knowledge and skills that came out of his mind.

After a while, he stood up and began to do some simple stretching movements.

Although Sato kicking is a very young martial arts, one of its origins is the Hindustan traditional martial art with a history of nearly 2,000 years.

In the midst of the brutal wasteland, the development of any martial arts has advanced by leaps and bounds. Moreover, the Hindustani people have always been oppressed. Gunpowder weapons were scarce, and a large number of gifted and gifted individuals devoted their energies to the development of psionic and martial arts. All of this gives them a lot of unique features about their professional heritage.

Many prisoners in the dungeon looked at Li Mu with idiot-like eyes. In their opinion, Li Mu, who consumes physical strength at will, is not far from death.

Li Mu still went his own way and ignored them. Sato kicks require a high degree of flexibility in the joints, requiring the martial artist to fully mobilize the tiny tendons that are scattered throughout the body.

The fascia of the human body is all over the body, and there are three types of fascia, superficial fascia, middle fascia and deep fascia. Among them, Sato's kicking technique focuses most on the exercise of the deep fascia.

The deep fascia is located on the deep surface of the superficial fascia and is made up of dense connective tissue that is found throughout the body and is connected to each other. The deep fascia, located in the limbs, extends between the muscles and attaches to the bones. They provide attachment to the muscles or serve as a starting point for the muscles to exert force. It plays a vital role in the strength of the muscles of the martial artist.

Sato's kick is borrowed from the traditional Hindustan martial arts, which work on the fascia. In-depth study, you can reach the realm of moving the whole body, a punch and a kick can bring the strength of the whole body, exert a power far beyond the physical attributes, destroy the withering, invincible. At that time, the specific moves became a minutiae.

It's just that in order to reach that level, at least the level of Sato's kicking technique must be raised to level forty or above.

With the practice of fists and feet, Li Mu compared the knowledge and skills instilled in his mind one by one, and confirmed them through practice. Continuously improve where mistakes are missed.

This is the advantage of the system, and the place where the practice is wrong can be corrected in time. Ordinary beginners, without the guidance of a master, rely on books to practice, and it is easy to go down the wrong path at the stage of laying the foundation. Not only will it affect future achievements, but in serious cases, it may even lead to physical disability.

Practice makes perfect, and gradually Li Mu's movements became smoother. The myofascia of the whole body seems to be soaked in warm water. In the past, the movements that could not be made because the muscles and bones were not active enough are now done smoothly and naturally.

Practicing with full concentration over and over again, immersed in the thrill of practicing every fascia in his body, he even forgot the passage of time. It wasn't until I practiced until my whole body was hot and dry that I realized that I had been practicing for too long.

Because of the huge amount of heat, practitioners of the traditional Sato kick technique will take off their clothes all over their bodies, wrap only a strip of cloth around their waists, and then apply a thick layer of oil to the skin of their whole body to help dissipate heat. But he obviously doesn't have this condition now, but fortunately the dungeon is very cold, so he won't have symptoms of thermoregulatory dysfunction.

Rao is so, he is now sweaty and heavy, and his breath is disordered. The evaporated sweat turned into a steaming white gas and came out of his body.

Sato's kicks focused on his back muscles, which made his back wet as if it had been splashed with water.

The other prisoners in the dungeon turned a blind eye to Li Mu. The dreary and desperate environment of the dungeon can easily drive people crazy. Even the madmen who pick up feces and smash people have seen quite a feces. In their opinion, Li Mu just went crazy earlier, and it was not worth making a fuss.

Only an old man sitting in the corner kept staring at Li Mu. The old man was as scrawny as all the prisoners in the dungeon. Messy white hair, and under the gray eyebrows, are a pair of white covered eyes. The beard was still half white, hanging down to the navel.

He can't shave in the dungeon, which shows that he's been in the dungeon for an unknown amount of time.

A shriveled and well-defined face, with prominent cheekbones because it is too thin, but still well-defined.

He was very interested in Li Mu's punches and kicks, and his dim eyes showed a scrutinizing gaze. Obviously, he understood Li Mu's boxing path, and whenever Li Mu played the unique power skills of the Hindustani people in Sato's kicking, he would shake his head disapprovingly.

Li Mu rubbed his hands warmly, carefully massaged the muscles and fascia that were a little sore, and then sat cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes and recuperating.

After he rested, the prison was silent, except for the slight sound of breathing. At this time, he thought a little about Li Mei and Li Xuan.

"Gotta get out of this damn island as soon as possible."

He made up his mind in his heart, but when he thought of Anson, the overwhelming difference in strength, a shadow passed through his heart.

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Li Mei carefully scrubbed the hair on her head. Instead of using a girl's towel, she took out her old clothes and used them as towels. Because of the preciousness of the water, she couldn't take a bath happily, so she just dipped the towel and wiped it with a little soap.

Even so, wiping away the blood stains still made her feel refreshed.

Rubbing the plain cotton dress that Li Mu bought for her before, she suddenly had a sour nose, and tears slipped down her cheeks drop by drop.

When she was alone, the strong armor she had put on herself was removed. The girl's worries made her a little sentimental. After only one day of separation, she began to miss Li Mulai incomparably.

"He's going to starve in prison because he's eating so much."

Sitting alone for a moment, she wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand and patted her cheek to make herself strong again. Li Mu has not escaped from prison yet, and she must take care of Li Xuan alone.

Regrouped, she put on the cotton skirt, lifted the curtain of the toilet, and walked out of it. This skirt made her feel as if Li Mu was by her side.

Seeing her graceful figure, Du Xiaoting, who was scooping soup from the pot, had her eyes lit up. has experienced a lot, so that Li Mei has a strong temperament that is different from other women, like a sonorous rose in the wind and rain, blooming proudly.

"My sister is so beautiful."

Li Mei smiled embarrassedly and sat down. She took the hot soup handed over by Du Xiaoting and drank the soup in a few sips.

"It tastes good."

Li Xuan was already asleep, breathing through her small nose and snoring cutely. Li Mei raised her eyebrows, took off the quilt that covered her, took off her shoes and coat, took out a piece of cotton felt from her bag, and wrapped her up.

After sitting down, she sat down on the edge of the still unextinguished campfire, disassembled the rifle she had stolen, and meticulously cleaned up the parts. I don't know how long it hasn't been cleaned up, and it's covered with oil.

She decided to go to the Brotherhood of Liberty alone tomorrow, and she couldn't do without a rifle at hand.

ps: Thank you for the tipping from the book friend Faith Breaker and Daddy Boomer.