Li Mo lay quietly on the ground, thinking about life.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

These philosophical reflections suddenly flooded into his mind.

I don't know what kind of training I went through in just a few hours, no, it was torture.

At the beginning, Zheng Yuanshan helped Li Mo standardize a few movements, and then asked him to repeat these actions all the time, just do them a hundred times first.

Li Mo wanted to laugh, it was a little simple, a hundred times was not an instant to complete, but things slowly exceeded his expectations.

I saw Zheng Yuanshan walk to the door slowly, press a button, and the breath inside changed instantly.

Li Mo suddenly felt a huge pressure, as if he was carrying a mountain, and when he turned his head, he saw Zheng Yuanshan, who was smiling, standing at the door with his hands behind his back, as far away from him as possible.

"Come on, young man."

It's so heavy, it's waiting for me here!

Li Mo was directly bent over by the sudden pressure, and was completely suppressed. And this strength is slowly improving, challenging their limits.

Zheng Yuanshan observed for a long time, and finally chose this level of gravity as the start, which gave Li Mo a big surprise.

Although there are some surprises, but it is not so unexpected, how can the training of A-level martial artists be so simple?

Li Mo's heart was horizontal, he straightened his body, and threw a punch with difficulty, feeling that all the strength in his body had been used.

Breathe.

Feel the beating of your heart and the rush of blood.

Feel the changes in your muscles and the uplift of your will.

Although the speed is very slow, it is completely in accordance with Zheng Yuanshan's specifications, and it is not bad.

Watching Li Mo swing out one punch after another, Zheng Yuanshan's eyes also had a little more approving look, and he could do this under such a big pressure.

It was the first time I used this thing to lie directly on the ground, and I couldn't buckle it, and then I gradually learned to grasp the limit.

Good boy, good heart. On the surface, he is a little free and loose, but in fact he is a teenager with great perseverance, not bad, quite like I was back then.

The old man couldn't help but fall into the memory, he was also exercising in this training ground at that time, although he didn't have this gravity device, but the degree of training was also very hard.

When people get older, they like to reminisce about the past, and it's time for themselves.

The arrival of the game was a huge surprise for Zheng Yuanshan. Time kills the most, although he is a martial artist, he can't resist the washing of time after all, and his body is becoming weaker and weaker.

The feeling of the power passing had made him desperate for a moment, but it was suddenly a voice rang out.

Game Comes.

【Martial Artist】

【A-level Special Occupations】

A stream of energy flowed into his limbs, almost causing the old man to burst into tears, clenching his fists, and it was hard to believe that this was the reality.

The good thing is that this is the reality.

After several hours of torture, Li Mo finally completed the prescribed task action, lying on the ground sweating profusely, panting constantly.

"Young man, how do you feel?"

Zheng Yuanshan still looked like he was smiling, but in Li Mo's eyes, he had become an old fox.

"Okay......"

"Yes, you can still have a hard mouth, continue to practice."

"No, old man. I was wrong..."

Li Mo lay on the ground and begged bitterly, but the old man just said lightly that he would continue tomorrow.

Ye Paper Kite also appeared at the training ground at this time, looking like he was walking around the street outside, and he didn't look like training at all.

"Aren't you tired?"

"I'm not tired, Sister Zuo took me to meditate, what are you doing?"

Li Mo was lying on the ground, like a salted fish sticking to a pot, and he didn't want to move anymore.

Life is so hard!

The association arranged accommodation for them, two rooms next door, very close to the association.

Ye Paper Kite dragged the salted fish Li Mo back to the room, and Li Mo was lying on the bed like a corpse, peaceful.

"Good night."

Ye Paper Kite glanced at him, then turned off the light and left the room, is training so tired?

She didn't feel the gravity device, and she didn't do any training, thinking that Li Mo was meditating like herself, after all, Zuo Qingqing told her that this was the first step in training.

Can meditation be tired like this?

The recovery speed of the professional is very fast, and at night Li Mo will be alive again, but the thought of tomorrow will be early in the face of that terrible gravity makes him have a toothache.

It's terrible.

……

Association Building.

Hai Sui knocked on the door of the office of the current president.

"Come in."

"President, everything is done."

"According to the plan, Li Mo's two rings have raised the level of the prisoner to the purple and blue levels, and the identity problem should have been solved."

While Cao An was fleeing from the murder, Hai Sui was observing the situation on a nearby rooftop, and after making sure that he had reported the situation, he placed a locator on the corpse, and found that the two rings had disappeared.

Is there really anything that can increase the level of talent?

Hai Sui was a little dazed in his heart, this kind of thing was completely priceless.

"Well, Li Mo, this kid is a bit special, I don't know what he did."

Guiyuan can detect the potential of professionals, and Li Mo can actually use some kind of power to deceive Guiyuan, it's not simple.

Although he was not very old, Li Mo left Zheng Yuanshan with an impression of being full of secrets.

"I don't want to probe into other people's privacy, since I decided to let them join the association, I can see that the two of them are good children."

"Yes."

……

Somewhere in the capital.

In an alley, several thugs were surrounding an old man.

The old man, with white hair and ragged clothes, stood quietly in place, without the slightest movement.

"Hey, old man, why can't you hear you? Are you deaf when you're old? ”

The gangster at the head said arrogantly, waving the wine bottle in his hand and throwing it directly at the old man's feet.

The wine bottle shattered, splashing glass slag on the ground, and the old man looked down at the broken wine bottle, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing that there was no reaction, the gangster's face was a little unbearable, and he couldn't even scare a bad old man, so he rushed directly to the old man and grabbed him by the collar.

"I'm talking to you..."

With a wave of the old man's fingers, his head flew out and rolled to the ground, spilling blood on the ground and staining the glass shards red.

"Monster, run..."

Before the words fell, the old man's fingers were raised again.

With a crisp sound, the rest of the people all ended up in the same fate, and the entire alley was covered with blood-colored graffiti.

The old man staggered forward, not knowing where the destination was, and strangely enough, there was not a trace of blood on his tattered clothes, and his mouth seemed to be muttering something.

"Curser..."

"Curser..."