Stamina: 7700

Hand-to-hand combat: 8500

……

Evolution Index: 8000

Special Ability: Strengthens strength

Adversary capability data captured by the above systems.

Stamina: 800

Hand-to-hand combat: 860

……

Evolution Index: 820

Anomalous Abilities: None

This is Morrowind's current ability data.

In almost every statistic, he is about ten times behind his opponents.

Even if he can burst out with ten times his potential, he can only force the opponent to draw, and this is still if the opponent does not use special abilities.

"Boy, for the sake of your inability, I won't bully you, so let's do it, you punch me three times first, and if you can knock me down, then I'll admit defeat!"

"Hehe, don't say it so nicely, you're not afraid of ruining the bar, the boss will trouble you!" The worries in his heart, how could Morrowind not know.

Morrowind didn't know who the bar owner was, but he knew that the man dared to open a bar here, and the business was still so prosperous, he must be capable. As for how capable that man is, at least above these people. If he didn't have the ability to suppress these people, then there would be fights every once in a while, and his shop would not have to operate.

"Hmph, why do you talk so much nonsense! Don't delay Lao Tzu's time, Lao Tzu is still waiting to play that beautiful girl! ”

"That's it, that's it, hurry up, don't ink!" The words of the man in the plaid shirt made the scene warm again, and the hungry wolves in the color were already impatient, and they coaxed Chenfeng to do it early and get out of the house.

Just do it, and they are not the only ones who are in a hurry, but the young man has long wanted to teach these arrogant people a lesson.

I saw that his legs were half bowed, and his muscles suddenly exerted force, and his body shot out like an arrow off the string.

He used ten percent of the force for this punch, but it hit the man in the plaid shirt in the chest, and he didn't even sink his pectoralis major muscle.

"Haha, is that all you need? 800, not enough to tickle me. ”

The man in the plaid shirt is not a big deal, his defense is above 6000, and Morrowind's punch is really not enough.

"Really?" The corners of the young man's mouth hooked slightly, and his right fist, which had not been fully withdrawn, struck again, this time with an inch fist!

The distance of the inch punch is short, and the power is not as fierce as the punch, but it can catch the opponent off guard.

This punch was indeed unexpected by the man in the plaid shirt.

He thought that Morrowind had not impressed himself with ten percent of his strength, and he would definitely give himself another punch.

But the boy's second punch didn't accumulate strength at all, and it wasn't as simple as ten percent strength.

While the energy in his body was still boiling, the young man's fist regained ten times his strength, and his strength index soared to 8,000 for the second time.

8000 against 6000, the plaid shirt man couldn't prevent it, he kept retreating more than ten steps, until he retreated to the wall.

Burst......

A mouthful of pus and blood vomited from the checkered shirt man's mouth, and Morrowind's punch caused him a lot of internal injuries.

Just imagine, when you are defenseless, you get a punch in the heart, who can stand it.

Not only the men in the checkered shirts couldn't stand it, but also the strong men who watched the battle.

At this moment, they closed their mouths one by one, and the teenager who had been underestimated by them slapped them in the face again.

"Is he really just a C-class evolutionary?"

"Does he really have no special abilities?"

"But why can he use ten times his strength casually!"

"Could it be that the system detected incorrectly?"

"No, have you ever seen a system error?"

……

The chatter of those people reached the ears of Morrowind, and also into the ears of the man in the checkered shirt.

Morrowind hooked his lips and smiled, he actually didn't understand, why he could use ten times the strength, special ability, he really didn't have it.

The originally handsome face of the man in the plaid shirt was seriously distorted, on the one hand, he suffered internal injuries, which was indeed very painful, on the other hand, he was very unconvinced and unwilling in his heart, his ability was to strengthen his strength, but he could only strengthen it to three times his strength. Regardless of the basic strength, just looking at the reinforcement multiple, his special ability is far inferior to the other party.

It's better to have special abilities than not to have special abilities, this is a big joke, what's the use of asking for this special ability?

Originally, the checkered shirt man who could use three times his strength was very proud, and he could hit a lot of power that A-rank evolutionaries couldn't beat with one punch, but now, no matter whether he won in the end or not, after tonight, he would become a joke in the mouths of others.

"Come again!" The checkered shirt man shouted angrily, he couldn't let his momentum be completely overwhelmed by the other party, he hadn't lost yet!

And with the final punch, he was confident he could get through.

As long as he gets through, it's his turn to attack! When the time comes, hmph, can you be a little C-level evolutionary who can eat my strength of breaking 10,000?!

yes, I only have one last punch left.

Morrowind frowned slightly, and he didn't dare to guarantee that his last punch would knock him out. But even if he can't knock him down, he still has to leave the other party with a wound that he will never forget.

Thinking of this, he clenched his fists again, charged his strength, and rushed towards the other party.

As for the goal......

The checkered shirt man thought he was going to attack his badly wounded chest, but as the morning breeze approached him, he realized he was wrong.

The fist was not aimed at his chest, but at his softer abdomen.

No, it's not!

Morrowind's fist trajectory changed again, he turned into a flirtatious punch, and the straight punch turned into an upward fist, as for where to flirt?

The checkered shirt man only felt a cool breeze blowing under his crotch, and then he felt the most painful pain in his life.

"Ahhhh

The screams of killing pigs resounded throughout the bar, even from 10,000 meters away.

The man fell to his knees, sweating coldly all over his body, and there was blood mixed with unknown fluid flowing out of his crotch.

"Did he lose?" The woman whispered as she leaned on the young man's shoulder.

"I guess so, I haven't seen him stand up for so long." The boy replied earnestly.

"You fouled, how can you attack there!" Seeing that the checkered shirt man seemed to be unable to stand up again, the other people in the hotel were fighting for him.

For their "unevenness", the teenager sneered.

These people are not righteous people, don't they just see that the boiled duck is about to fly, and they can't help but want to intervene.

It's just that the current Morrowind is no longer the insignificant C-class evolutionary in their eyes.

can beat a B8 level master with one punch and can't stand up, how can he be a simple person!

Not to mention anything else, it is already very unreasonable to be able to use ten times the strength casually, and the body can still withstand it. In addition, after throwing a quick punch, they can also control the trajectory of their fists freely, which many of their high-level B-level evolutionaries can't do.