Zhang Ang didn't wait for him to refuse, and directly handed over the carefully translated boxing book: "You take a look at it first." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Adolf didn't speak, glanced at Zhang Ang, and took it. The book is not exquisite, but it looks brand new, and it is carefully wrapped in a cover, only to see the name of this boxing book written on the back of the paper: "Divine Fist Method: Shining Big Dipper Constellation".

What a big breath, can the word "god" be used casually? And the Big Dipper, have you studied astronomy? Are you from the Sanctuary of Athens?

At the moment, Adolf didn't even open this boxing book, but said seriously: "Although I don't know how you got this boxing technique, at first glance, this name is not a serious boxing technique." The word 'god' is not something that can be used casually in the name of a martial art, and only martial arts that have reached a peerless level will be allowed to use words of this level. Otherwise, you will only be ridiculed and forced to change your name. ”

"But this also uses the Big Dipper constellation, which is even more problematic. This constellation is not something that can be used casually, almost all the martial arts related to the constellation are from the Athens Holy Domain, which is the second highest martial arts holy land in the whole continent! And among them, there are several martial arts in the Ursa Major Academy that use the name of the Big Dipper, but there is no such martial arts among them, if they know about it...... This Ursa Major Academy is not a small college, it is second only to the Zodiac Academy in the Athenian Sanctuary, and it is not easy to offend. I think you may have been deceived, and besides, this liar is very uncommon-sense...... Well, it cost a lot of money. ”

Hearing his words, Zhang Ang was dumbfounded, and was speechless: "Can't you just open it and take a good look?" No matter what, it's better than the big road goods you are practicing now." ”

"Not necessarily. Adolf retorted while turning over the boxing book: "What I have learned is the standard martial arts in our German army, and it is a practical martial art that has been sorted, derived, improved, and simplified by the masters in the army from generation to generation, but it is not ......."

But as he spoke, his voice weakened, and at last he closed his mouth, his face was solemn, his brows were furrowed, his eyes were contemplative, and the movement of turning the pages in his hands slowed down, as if he was completely immersed in the book.

He didn't say anything, sat down at the drawing table by the window, flipped through it, and read the book carefully, completely fascinated.

Is this a martial arts idiot?

Zhang Ang didn't bother him, went to the kitchen next to him, and began to tidy up breakfast.

The noise in the kitchen did not bother him at all, and he sat there straight, unconcerned about everything outside.

"It's, it's ......," Adolf muttered, not knowing who he was talking to.

It seems that he is really a martial idiot.

Zhang Ang sighed, put the plate on the painting table, and put it in Adolf's hand.

But it was clear that the well-cooked food had lost its appeal to him, the tangy aroma, which he did not notice, the oily glow, which he turned a blind eye to.

Time passed faster than ever, the tempting aroma of meat dissipated, the fat on the steak solidified, and the hot soup became cold and condensed.

Finally, Adolf raised his head, his eyes shining with incomparable confidence and surprise: "This is a truly peerless level boxing technique!"

"Of course, didn't I tell you yesterday?" Zhang Ang smiled, his tone full of relief: "I didn't expect you to be quite knowledgeable." ”

"My father used to be an Imperial customs officer, so he can be regarded as a family student. Adolf explained, and then said with some trepidation, "Are you really willing to give me this technique?"

"Of course, I said it yesterday. Zhang Ang affirmed: "I hope you can cultivate as soon as possible, improve your strength as soon as possible, and hit the Martial Saint level!"

"Martial Saint level...... Adolf yearned, but he was no longer just envious: "That's not easy, there are extremely high requirements for talent, qualification, and understanding, and this ......"

Zhang Ang interrupted him: "If we don't have enough strength, we can't do anything! A small group of gendarmes can make us run away and make people panic." If you want to grow your organization, if you want to make your voice heard in Berlin, if you want to participate in national politics, if you want to eradicate the evils, if you want to change the country, if you want to establish new and just rules and systems, you need to be strong, you need to be strong to the extreme, and you need to be not afraid of any challenge!"

"Strength...... Adolf clenched his fist with emotion: "I understand, I will give everything to pursue this strength!"

He turned his head to look at Zhang Ang: "But, you ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Ang interrupted him again: "I understand what you're worried about, I don't like to be in front of people, I like to hide behind the scenes, do some logistics work, besides, haven't we already signed a contract? This contract is not so easy to break." Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who likes to point fingers, and I will always support you in the days to come. ”

"That's right......" Adolf was silent for a moment, "Okay, I see." ”

Zhang Ang smiled and reheated the food again: "Okay, after eating, let's start practicing boxing!"

The weather in winter is very cold, even in the house, because the fireplace is not lit, it is not much different from the outside.

Adolf stood in the center of the room, shirtless, barefoot, and wearing only a pair of shorts.

"Drink!" he burst into a loud shout, and his fist slowly pushed forward, obviously in the air, but as if he was pushing a huge statue, it was extremely difficult.

His muscles were not very developed, but now they were bursting up at the roots, and they were constantly wriggling to the extent that they were visible, as if under the pale skin were swimming snakes.

"Hah!" another burst of applause, and another fist began to strike above his head, still with great difficulty, as if lifting a huge piece of marble.

The muscles on the other side also began to squirm, and as the muscles trembled, his pale skin slowly became a little bloody, and the astonishing heat gathered on his skin, drying the sweat that flowed out in an instant.

"Drink!"

Another bang, another punch.

"Hah!"

Another blow, another punch.

......

Zhang Ang touched his chin and muttered to himself: "Sure enough, he has been starving for a long time, he is not well nourished, he just warms up, he has practiced so hard, and he will make up for it in the future." But this willpower is really good, it is a material that can be made, and it is not so much willpower as the ambition that supports it......"

"Bump, bump, bump. ”

There was a knock on the door, interrupting Zhang Ang's thoughts.

What's going on? Is it fun to disturb people's practice?

Zhang Ang opened the door impatiently, but it was the fat postman from yesterday.

"What about Adolf? won't it be ...... today?"

But before he finished speaking, he saw a beautiful straight fist flash out from behind Zhang Ang.

With a "bang", he turned into a beautiful parabola with a scream and disappeared from the field of vision of the two.

(To be continued.) )