Text Text_Chapter 889 Newton Cheng does not deceive me

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"I ...... I heard you right, the voice just said ...... 81?81 times increase in combat power?!"

The cold wind looked sluggish, as if in a dream. Until now, he didn't want to believe what he had heard.

"Probably. โ€

Wang Chen nodded and replied, which was a response. Just looking at his fist, his brows were furrowed, and it seemed that he was still a little dissatisfied.

"Something seems wrong......

"81 times! 81 times!"

Over there, the cold wind was already exclaiming, "Crazy, absolutely crazy." How can it be 81 times, how can it be 81 times......"

According to his thoughts, Wang Chen is between 6 and 7 times at most.

Hold up, like him, 68, 69, close to 7, no more.

But what's the situation now? What does it mean to jump out of an 81 times at once?81 Ah, what is this for you...... It's open?!

"It could have been stronger. Wang Chen muttered to himself. Sitting cross-legged, he took out a large handful of blood-restoring pills from the storage ring and stuffed it into his mouth.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing his strange behavior, the cold wind was stunned.

"Recovery. Fight for another shot. Wang Chen cherished words like gold, stopped speaking after speaking, closed his eyes with a deep heart, and breathed and cheered.

Cold Wind: "......"

What do you mean, not satisfied with the result just now?!

Blinked blankly, the cold wind was even more confused.

"Alright. โ€

About half an hour, Wang Chen opened his eyes. Then I saw him stand up and start to move his joints......

Cold Wind: "......"

"You...... What do you want to do?" seemed to anticipate something from Wang Chen's movements, and Cold Wind's lips trembled, "Don't mess around." โ€

"Mess up, what's mess up?" Wang Chen looked at him with a strange look in his eyes.

As he spoke, the man stepped back, thirty meters, fifty meters, one hundred meters...... retreated until there was no way to retreat, and then Wang Chen stopped.

"Alright, almost, barely enough for a run. โ€

As he spoke, he half-arched his body, squatted down, raised his head again, and said to the cold wind: "Get out of the way, don't block the aisle." My Wuling Hongguang can't drift, and it's not responsible to kill you. โ€

โ€œ......โ€

What Wuling Hongguang, what drift, the cold wind can't understand. But his general meaning, Hanfeng understood.

"You...... You're going crazy......"

Nima, you already have 8 times the combat power, and now you still have to do the acceleration run? Nima......

The corners of the cold wind's eyes jumped wildly, and he stopped Wang Chen very much.

However, Wang Chen was obviously too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and emphasized again: "Get out, don't get in the way, I'll kill you in a while, do you believe it?"

The cold wind got out of the way.

Wang Chen moved.

"Divine Foot!"

"Flashes of lightning!"

"Boom!"

Double force, double burst.

The activation of the Divine Foot Pass does not need to be accelerated.

The lightning flash, this martial art is also quite peculiar, and while the speed is fast, it also explodes violently. This also leads to Wang Chen's extreme speed at the start, starting is the peak of speed, starting to accelerating in the middle of this section, it is simply redundant, no need, a sprint, he is like thunder!

Hurry! Hurry!

The body is like a thunderstorm, and the momentum is more than 10,000 jun.

As he ran, a sonic boom sounded directly around him.

Three hundred meters, in the face of such speed, is simply insignificant.

The distance of one mile, at this moment, Wang Chen is calmly crossing.

It's just that this will, distance is not the main thing, the main thing is that he wants to use this speed to make his fist power the strongest.

Trample!

In front of the silver-faced wall, Wang Chen stopped abruptly.

The moment he stopped, he raised his fist and blasted out.

"Crackle!"

The fist flashed like a thunderbolt in the thunderclouds.

In the next moment, an endless storm poured down, revealing the power of a mighty thunder.

Like the previous Emperor Fist Ora, this punch, he also poured out his strength.

And the difference from the previous one is that this punch, while pouring out its strength, has been blessed by the direction of speed, and it is directly a punch that shocks the world and blows up the void chaos!

"Boom !!"

Like the roar of the god of Taiguli, like the roar of the ancient monster, this punch, the wind and clouds change color, and the ghosts and gods are shocked.

The cold wind was three or four hundred meters away from Wang Chen, but when he was caught off guard, he was swept away like a piece of thin paper, and he had no power to resist.

It was the strength of the fist wind, and it was sweeping in all directions with the situation of a storm.

This power amplification room instantly became the center of the storm.

The wind howled for a while, like a ghost crying, like a god crying, wailing and screaming, so terrible, just listening to it, it made people's scalp tingle for a while, and the diaphragm was tingling.

That terrifying strength turned into a sharp blade and slashed wildly in all directions. It's also a shame that there are only two people in this room, Han Feng and Wang Chen, and that guy is not an ordinary person, otherwise if you want to change to a spirit ghost like Wang Yuxi and Ruan Yun, I am afraid that I don't need Wang Chen's fist to hit them head-on, just this aftermath, you can easily kill them ten times.

The cold wind froze.

What made him even more stunned was that just when the storm subsided and the crying of the ghosts and gods disappeared, the voice of the great array of spirits in the Weeping Blood Camp sounded indifferently: "Combat power increase multiplier - 9." โ€

Cold wind, stupid.

After a long time, when he finally realized that he was not having auditory hallucinations in his head, and that his ears were not having brief tinnitus because of the storm noise just now, he went crazy.

"I ...... I...... I ......"

Clenched into fists, his eyes were red, and his eyes were full of blood. He clenched his teeth, his face was hideous, his limbs were straining, his feet were stomping heavily on the ground, and the corners of his forehead and eyes were even more bruised and bloody, as if he was going to fall into a crazy state even if he was enchanted.

"Bang. โ€

Wang Chen sat down on the ground, limp all over.

His right arm was twisted, like a twisted flower, lying there on his stomach, bloodstained, faintly, and he could see the bone stubble inside through the wound on his arm.

Right arm, scrapped.

The overloaded Emperor Fist Ora is really not something that his current body can withstand.

However, when he heard the assessment given by the array spirit, a smile appeared on his face: "The greater the speed, the greater the power. Newton Tianzun, don't deceive me. โ€

As a socialist successor who was born under the red flag and grew up in New China, nine years of compulsory education has taught Wang Chen a lot!

Not to mention anything else, Newton's second law, he is still familiar with it and can't be more familiar - since your combat power increase level is determined according to the tester's strongest blow, then I'll give you a 100-meter sprint big iron fist, isn't it too much?

Sure enough, he was right.

The ultimate speed, coupled with the ultimate strength, played the ultimate data - combat power increase, 9!

"I'm a little genius. Dragging his severed right hand, Wang Chen said with a smile.

9 is not the highest, he does not know. But he himself was very satisfied with this figure.

9 times the increase in combat power, there should be nothing higher than this. At least on his own side, for a short time, impossible.

Cold Wind came over: "You...... You ......"

"You" for a long time, "you" can't come up with a word.

Finally, he let out a long sigh: "Monster, ......"