A pair of fists the size of a grinding disc took shape in an instant, and the speed of the punches was not slow at all.

The pupils of the two who took the lead in punching dilated suddenly, and it was too late to close the punch!

Bang!

There was a loud bang, and three fists collided.

Click! Click!

"Poof!"

Fan Ren's two younger brothers, their finger bones were broken inch by inch, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

At least he was knocked seven or eight meters away, fell heavily to the ground, and passed out on the spot.

With Xu Ling's current strength, even if Liang Qian is hard, it is not a big problem, let alone two small shrimps with a muscle fat ratio of 1.5.

This is still the result of Xu Ling's mercy.

If the pulse is opened and the backbone qi fist is added, the entire arm of these two goods is estimated to be abolished.

As for the other person, when he saw Xu Ling's fists deformed, he was already frightened, retracted his strength in time, retreated as soon as possible, picked up Fan Ren and ran wildly.

Just kidding, such an opponent, unless Jiang Wei or Fan Ren's cousin takes action in person, who can withstand it?

"You wait, my cousin will definitely kill you!"

Before leaving, Fan Ren, who was beaten like a pig's head, still couldn't forget to let go of the cruel words.

"Lipid Shield?"

The battle starts fast and ends faster,

In the crowd, a fourth-grade senior with a muscle fat ratio of 2.47 exclaimed.

As we all know, in the same rank, the attack power of the flesh and bone is stronger than that of the physiographic.

As a result, muscle fat will be more defensive-minded than physical.

The lipid flow shield, the standard configuration of the muscle fat ratio 2.0, is to use the rapid movement of fat to quickly form a hard muscle in a certain part of the body, just like a shield, to strengthen its own defensive ability.

When the fat of the whole body can move at will, and even form a "fat flow armor" that envelops the whole body, it is a sign of muscle fat ratio 3.0.

This senior, who weighs more than 300 pounds, only weighs about 70 pounds of fat on his body, and he can barely condense the fat flow shield covering half of his body.

It's just that he has to admit that his condensation speed is far less fast than Xu Ling!

What's even more terrifying is that this guy is not using the Fat Flow Shield to defend, but to attack!

With such a heavy fist, the speed of the punch does not seem to be affected much, and the attack power is terrifying.

Moreover, judging from the aura that Xu Ling had erupted just now, it definitely did not exceed 2.0.

Of course, it doesn't mean that only a sarco-fat ratio of 2.0 can condense the lipid shield.

Just like when Liang Qian kicked Xu Ling angrily, the "Green Dragon Tendon Legs" that were several times thicker in an instant were the offensive use of the Fat Flow Shield.

In other words, Xu Ling's talent is not much weaker than that first-year rookie Wang!

"Is the sarcofat ratio 2.0? It's so strong! ”

"But this body size, it looks like it's at least five or six hundred pounds, right? Isn't it fatter than the super fat guy in our grade? ”

"He's the big fat man, isn't he? Missing for 10 days and gaining weight again? ”

"Nonsense, have you ever seen a person who gained one or two hundred pounds in ten days? And can you get fatter and younger? It's clearly the fat man's younger brother, and he's back to avenge his brother! ”

"Shhhh Be quiet, and don't let him hear me! I can't beat you to death......"

"However, such a fat man is not a fake waste muscle, and it is too unreasonable, right?"

"I'm afraid you haven't seen the physique of Xue Jupang, the prime minister of the dynasty, tsk~"

"You crazy woman, you dare to say anything, be careful that trouble comes out of your mouth! However, you say that, it really makes sense, hehe! ”

……

The fourth-grade senior's exclamation suddenly broke the silence of the scene and caused a lot of discussion.

Many first-year freshmen, including some seniors in the second grade, don't have such good eyesight, and they can't figure out Xu Ling's true strength at all.

Therefore, many people think that Xu Ling is a physical person with a muscle fat ratio of more than 2.0.

Xu Ling didn't pay attention to the comments made by this group of indifferent melon eaters about him, and after solving the trouble, he didn't care where Fang Yuan's two goods were hiding, and left by himself.

"Lipid Shield?" Xu Ling couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart.

This skill, when he had a muscle fat ratio of 0.09, had already mastered it.

It's just that at that time, he couldn't convert fat into muscle, so he could only quickly increase the thickness of fat at the place where he was beaten, thereby greatly reducing the impact of the other party.

This is also the result of Lao Fang's "thousands of beatings" to himself over the years.

If he didn't have this anti-heaven skill to defend himself, Xu Ling would not have been able to wait for Qi Sirui's rescue when he was beaten to the brink of death seven times.

In addition, Xu Ling, who had been hit by a car several times, also walked out of the ghost gate with this skill.

The most outrageous time, an overloaded and speeding heavy truck, weighing hundreds of tons, and traveling at a speed of more than 140 kilometers per hour, only wiped Xu Ling's back shoulder.

The whole person was knocked dozens of meters away!

The left shoulder blade was comminuted and fractured, and the skeleton of the whole body was almost scattered.

If it weren't for the instinctive reaction between life and death, more than half of the hundreds of catties of fat in the body were condensed at the shoulders in an instant, forming a giant "fat ball", reducing at least seventy percent of the impact, Xu Ling would have left this beautiful world a long time ago.

In terms of anti-fighting ability, Xu Ling is not boastful, not to mention Shaocheng, looking at the entire Southern Guangdong Continent, among the same level, he can rank in the top three!

As for now, with a body of muscles that weighs dozens of pounds more than Fang Yuan's whole person, Xu Ling boldly guessed that in terms of anti-fighting ability, in the same level, the entire Nine Dragons Dynasty has a place for him!

……

"That, I...... Thank you! ”

Xu Ling hadn't gone far yet, and was immersed in his own world in high spirits, when he suddenly felt a pat on the shoulder on the back, and a pleasant female voice came.

You don't have to look back to know that it was the little girl who was bullied by Fan Ren just now.

Xu Ling, who smiled in his heart, but pretended to be chic on the surface, continued to walk forward without looking back, raised his right hand and shook it left and right a few times, and said: "If you want to resist, work hard to resist, this world is not as good as you think, and it is not as bad as you think......"

The girl was stunned for a moment, and then smiled "poof", the haze in her heart suddenly dissipated by more than half, and the beautiful vision for the future when she first entered the school came back.

Looking at Xu Ling's figure that was gradually moving away, the girl was very curious, how could a little fat man who looked only twelve or thirteen years old speak, and his tone was like a middle-aged uncle in his thirties and forties?

However, when I thought of Xu Ling's fierce skills and terrifying combat power just now, I couldn't help but yearn for it.

In particular, the sentence "My way, it's not your turn to block it" seems to be a bit ...... Handsome?

"One day, I'm going to be a great ...... Strong woman! ”

A seed that vows to become a peerless powerhouse and sweep away all injustice in the world quietly sprouts in the depths of Zhou Yajing's heart!

……

"Big brother, wait for me! Where are you going? Aren't you going back to the classroom? ”

The crisis was lifted, and Fang Yuan appeared beside Xu Ling for the first time.

Originally, Xu Ling didn't want to deal with Fang Yuan's cowardice, but when he thought of his current appearance, it was not convenient to implement the next plan, so he had to respond: "The first step of the richest man, empty glove vault!" ”