With his bayonet in hand, Glo walked up to a large tree, which looked to have gone through a lot of history, and the thick enclosure at the base required even four grown men to hold their arms together. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the previous life, in a world full of reinforced concrete buildings, the tree must have had a different fate - perhaps it was transplanted to a park, fenced off with a guardrail, and hung a sign on it that read "National X-level Protected Plant", and then a paragraph of plant knowledge and the like was written below.

But here there are no such trees in the world—the Ampton Mines and the surrounding area may lack everything, but these tall trees, and all sorts of stones.

This tree was no different from the other trees on the mountain, and if I had to find any difference, the skin of this tree had been partially peeled off, revealing a milky white body, and the lines were scribbled into a human figure of equal proportions - this was really a sin, and if the otaku in the previous life dared to do the same thing in the park, he would almost be 100% sure that he would have been invited to tea by the police.

Glo adjusted his breathing, stood in front of the tree, gathered the strength of his whole body, and suddenly let out a loud shout, and the bayonet sword in his hand pierced into the throat of the human figure with precision and swiftness...... This monotonous and boring action was repeated over and over again, until the fog and sweat soaked the shirt.

In his previous life, Glo had watched a lot of action movies, and he had imitated the kung fu star in the TV series who shook his head and screamed "We Chinese are not the sick men of East Asia", after watching these things, he was fascinated by the legendary kung fu more than once, but these surging enthusiasm was delayed in action for various reasons, and the work of lying in front of the computer for a long time made his belly grow a fat belly.

He didn't know kung fu, but his life experience over the past twenty years had taught him one thing - any skill or move could only be mastered if it was completely integrated into instinct and engraved in flesh and blood, and these are the foundations of excellence and strength.

Glo gasped for air, and a feeling of soreness in his arm slowed his movements—a tedious exercise that wasn't very clever, but it worked. After coming to this world, he has been wandering in the remote mountains and wilderness of Nogo, and he has not had the opportunity to contact things like "skill books" and "skill advancement manuals" in the games of his previous life.

Not only to improve the character attributes, but also for the battle itself. In the previous life, the so-called "virtual reality" game, although the game official considered the characteristics of the player group, and designed a combat assistance system very intimately - players can use their skills in battle, and they can see a fixed action trajectory in their unique field of vision, just wave their weapons and follow the steps prompted by the auxiliary system, but after the game was opened for a period of time, a small group of violent people who are keen on PVP have discovered the drawbacks.

The system only goes back and forth for each skill's auxiliary settings, just like the hated broadcast gymnastics of the student days, and players who are familiar with the game can perform a full set of standard movements with their eyes closed. However, these standard actions are useless, and in actual battles, players such as "Black Tiger Digging Heart" and "Monkey Stealing Peach" quickly beat the routines given by these systems to the ground, so that every novice player who used the "system routines" later received countless disdainful glances like idiots.

As a top PVP player in his previous life, Glo is certainly not a novice, although he does not have any martial arts attainments in real life, but he firmly believes in the three basic principles of "fast", "accurate" and "ruthless".

Fast, that is, to use concise and concealed movements as much as possible, and to act before the opponent reacts;

Accurate, that is, to hit the opponent's vital point as much as possible;

Ruthless means to inflict the highest possible damage at the opponent's vital point.

For example, holding a brick in his hand and silently going around the tree to take a hard shot on his face.

In that highly realistic game, isn't combat just fighting? What is death, after hanging back to the living point, pouring a few mouthfuls of medicine is another hero!

Soon after the otaku who deeply implemented the three basic principles entered the game, he quickly became notorious, and many violent people all talked about ID and changed color!

Unless the weather is bad or the bandit group is short of supplies and needs to "do some business", Glo goes to the top of the mountain every day and practices a thousand stabs, which is the task he has set for himself at this stage.

The action of stabbing affects the only melee skill he has at his current level, Eagle Strike.

Eagle Strike LV5(5):

Melee physics skills, a classic sword skill spread in the continent of Ellandia. Gather momentum and stab the enemy with a rapid bloody attack, dealing 2~4 times the penetration damage of the strength value, which can be blocked, with a concentration time of 11.05 seconds (agility related) and a cooldown of 83.0 seconds (constitution related).

Since Glo mastered this skill, although the skill proficiency has already shown that it has reached the upper limit, repeated stabbing practice has made him more comfortable with this skill, and if a fly appears nearby, Glo has no doubt that he can kill accurately.

In the chaotic world of the Northland, strength is the guarantee of everything.

Taking off his sweaty shirt and placing it on a clean stone, revealing his strong, strong muscles, Glo raised his sword again, took a deep breath, and swung his thorn with a step, and the tree trunk suddenly flew sawdust. Glo didn't stop there, and stabbed again a full five hundred times in one breath, only then did he feel as if lead had been poured into his arm, and the originally light bayonet sword became extremely heavy in his hand.

According to exercise physiology, Glo knows that the human body has a limit, and if it breaks through the strength to improve, if it doesn't, it becomes a bottleneck.

By the time he had completed a thousand stabs, Glo finally let out a long breath and sat down on the ground, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"Even if I'm a bandit, I'm a motivated bandit, right?"

……

When he got up and returned to the Ampton mines, the sunlight was shining obliquely through the mountains and trees on the other side, and Glo realized that it was already dusk.

Well? That Radia? Miss Crane?

On the way back, the first thing that came to Glo's mind was the beautiful aristocratic lady.

I wonder if she slept well last night? Are you used to the food of the bandits? How's your day going?

No, why is it all about that girl?

Is exercise really effective in promoting hormone secretion?