After tidying up his room and personal belongings, Dior left the room and went to the dining room on the third floor.

These days, he has not eaten well on the train at all, and can only rely on the marinated dried tofu he brought with him and the black bread provided on the train to barely satisfy his stomach.

Going to the third floor, Dior is presented with a large space formed by the opening of the entire floor, supported by huge round stone pillars in various branches, and the middle and thickest stone pillars are surrounded by glass to create a space in which some chefs are busy, making steaming food and serving it to the guests' tables by the waiters on the side.

Dior found an inconspicuous corner and sat down, and soon a waiter came over with a plate of food, with wine and food, very rich, the shape of the dishes is very exquisite, mainly all kinds of meat, it looks like it is full, and there are waiters waiting on the side, if the guests are not enough to eat, they will directly bring another plate and serve it.

Dior glanced at the entire restaurant, this time is obviously not the busiest time, there are not many guests sitting here, scattered branches in all corners, and there is a lot of food in front of each guest, and there are even piles of empty plates, obviously these people have a lot of food.

This is also in line with the fact that the guests here are all warriors. It can be said that every martial artist is a rice bucket, and the amount of exercise far beyond ordinary people is exchanged for the amount of food far beyond ordinary people, like Dior's own amount of food has been on the rise with the improvement of the martial arts realm.

Now he has no difficulty in eating nearly ten pounds of meat or staple food in one meal, and this is not counting other side dishes and soups, which is almost equal to the meal of ten ordinary people.

So every time he eats, he tries to stagger with the people he knows, so as not to scare others with the terrible amount of food.

It took five pots of food for Dio to stop satisfied, and the waiter next to him seemed to be accustomed to this, and did not show anything unusual at all, helping Dio clean up the table and bring hot water and tea before leaving respectfully.

Dior brought himself a cup of hot water, and casually looked around as he drank it.

Not far from him were large floor-to-ceiling windows on the wall, giving him a good view of the area in front of the hotel.

I saw that from time to time, there were carriages or people who came on foot, and they would be stopped by the yellow-clothed personnel distributed around the hotel, some turned to leave, and some were brought in with invitations. Sometimes, there would be a disturbance when people with no invitations were dissatisfied with the attitude of the yellow-clad officers, and at this time, some patrolmen dressed as patrolmen would come out not far away and take them away, and then Dio looked farther away, and soon saw several patrolmen scattered all around.

There are so many police forces dispatched in one hotel, you must know that there are not many police forces in this small place in Brutania, and a few more hotels similar to this place can be evacuated from the police force of this small country, and the meaning behind this is stressful.

"It's a big show......"

Thinking that this scene was just the beginning of the whole event, this kind of personal experience has never felt like a big scene, and Dior couldn't help but feel a little excited.

After sitting for a while, Dio continued to walk towards the fourth floor, which was used as an activity venue, preparing to go there to exercise the rusty muscles that had been on the train for the past few days.

For martial artists, martial arts is a path that can only move forward and not retreat, only by concentrating on all efforts can we go further, and the stronger and deeper the cultivation, the more time it takes to maintain the state, just like the sword needs to be sharpened and maintained often, otherwise it is a boat against the current and retreat if it does not advance.

Although Dio has avoided this regression due to his talent for muscle control, his form will also be problematic if he does not practice regularly.

On the fourth floor, in front of Dior was a super hall with the same compartments as the third floor.

It's similar to the exercise facilities in the martial arts hall, there are only independent exercise spaces divided by red ropes, and there are several rings, but now no one is using the ring, only about a dozen people are exercising alone or in groups of two or three, and the sound of sandbags and stakes being hit comes and goes.

Dior glanced at the general environment here, and found that there was nothing worth his attention, so he walked directly to a corner where no one was, changed into the loose practice clothes sent by the waiter here, moved his lower body bones, and hit the sandbag.

Bang!

The sandbag was raised high, and a circle of fine dust shook out,

Bang bang!

Before the sandbag fell, four punches hit the same point in succession, and the four sounds sounded almost at the same time, overlapping each other.

Then Dior's fist fell on the sandbag as if it turned into a shower, causing the shelves with sandbags to start shaking non-stop, and the sandbag never returned to the lowest point.

It took nearly five minutes for Dior to slow down and switch to a relatively slow tempo, and after another five minutes, he picked up speed again and returned to his starting pace.

In the process, his punches were always at one point without the slightest offset, maintaining a high level of accuracy.

After three rounds, he finished the warm-up process, feeling that the muscles in his body were no longer tense and could start the next stage of advanced exercise.

Bang Bang Bang ......

At that moment, a round of applause came from the side.

Dior turned his head to look over. I saw a bald man standing outside the red rope, looking at him with a smile.

The big man was wearing a sleeveless shirt on his upper body, and his exposed skin was full of strong iron-like muscles under the bronze, and the top was shiny and wet, and he looked like he had been exercising for a while.

"Little brother, you played well. But there's nothing fun about playing sandbags, it's not even a warm-up, do you want to have a hand with me, and do the activity?" Seeing Dior looking at him, the big man smiled and invited him.

Dior was slightly stunned, and then smiled.

"Okay. ”

The two of them walked into the ring one after the other, and they didn't use protective gear, so you punched me and I punched each other, no moves, no fancy, that is, I really punched you, and you returned my punch like this, all by muscle and basic physical fitness, although there is no strong lethality of Miwu, but there is not the most primitive sense of blood surging.

Seeing someone in the ring, the rest of the people who had been exercising themselves in all corners shifted their eyes to Dior and the bald man, as if they were trying to find some pattern spots on a fly, and after finding that there was nothing more, they turned their eyes away and continued their own exercise.

This kind of sparring is relatively relaxed, so Dior still has the energy to be distracted to pay attention to the surrounding environment, and to see the actions of those people in his eyes and keep them in mind.

The strength used by the two people to practice is not static, but is superimposed layer by layer according to the strength of the other party's muscles, resistance and other qualities, which is a potential contest process in itself, but obviously neither of them has the intention of raising the intensity of the pair too high, and probably stopped the afterburner, and then has maintained this level of strength, intense but not hurtful.

After nearly an hour of sparring, the two who were already sweating profusely stopped at the same time and walked out of the ring.

"After a fight like this, the whole person is much more comfortable, and for several days, they are almost suffocated. He took the towel from the waiter and wiped the sweat droplets off his bald head, and the bald man laughed heartily.

"Thank you. Dio took the towel, thanked the waiter casually, and then wiped the sweat off his face before asking the bald man: "Big brother, didn't you find someone else to practice?" This bald man is estimated to be over thirty years old, and it is appropriate for Dio to call him big brother.

"Huh?" Hearing this, the big man was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "It's the first time you've participated in the martial arts meeting, right?

Hearing this, Dio was slightly startled, but his face was not moved at all, "How do you know?"

"It's very simple, except for a complete newcomer like you, even if others haven't been here, they've heard from the seniors who have been here, saying that you can't expose yourself to other people's eyes without officially starting the fight, and you have to hide it and so on. It's like those shrunken turtles...... What do you see, do you have the courage to fight alone?" At this time, a nearby warrior heard the words of the big man, looked over dissatisfied, and the big man who found this directly glared back, and scolded out with a hot temper.

The scolded warrior's face suddenly became a little ugly, but he still endured it, and walked to a distant place in a daze, simply out of sight.

"Cut, it's just this kind of cowardice, it's useless to hold back, it's not an eliminated product, I haven't heard of any famous masters who rely on holding their heads, don't come here if you don't have confidence, don't come here to be embarrassed......" The bald man continued to scold, and then continued to say to Dior: " Don't mind, I'm just this temper, I can't get used to those guys, we martial artists should be upright, what we want to rely on punches and kicks, it's justified, what kind of ability is relying on yin moves, even if you win for a while, the achievements of that life will be like this. ”

"It's okay, I think your temper is quite appetizing, big brother. Dio smiled and shook his hand absently.

"Also, if you don't have a temper, you won't dare to go to the ring with me to practice in the ring the first time you meet. The bald man laughed, "My name is Clayton, and I'm from Ashanio's Hammergate. ”

"Dior, Santa Loita, Greyscale. ”