"My head hurts. Where is this?"
When Zhao Wu opened his eyes, he felt a burning pain all over his body. He found himself lying in a European style bedroom. This place made him very strange. It was definitely not his home.
Just as he was about to get up and get out of bed, he suddenly felt that his mind was dizzy, and suddenly it rose sharply. Numerous memories flooded in, and he gritted his teeth, but was still stunned by the pain.
I don't know how long it took him to wake up slowly.
"It's amazing that I passed through!"
He began to slowly sort out the memory in his mind. He only remembered that he had watched the movie of Couplet 3 in his dormitory, and silently complained about some bad stories. At this time, a dialog box suddenly popped up on the screen:
"Are you willing to change it?"
Yes No
After failing to close the pop-up window by all means, Zhao Wu clicked the "Yes" option with the mouse in the idea that "hackers will guess whether I click, so they will do the opposite.".
Then he saw a hand stretched out on the screen as if he had seen a ghost, and caught him in. After a whirlwind, he lost consciousness.
When he woke up, he found that he had changed his body into a person of the same stature and age as him.
And this man's name is Zhao Wu, which is homophonic to his name. In the eyes of Americans, it is the same. He is a Chinese smuggled from Hong Kong. He once learned Western Boxing and Sanda in Hong Kong for a period of time. He has been making money by playing black boxing in New York for more than a year. But he was defeated by a white man yesterday. He was hit hard on the head, lost consciousness, and was occupied by Zhao Wujiu from the earth.
From the memory of the predecessor, it seems that this is not the earth where he lives, and the time is different. It is 1961, and the smoke of the Second World War has just gone away, and the world is once again shrouded in the shadow of the struggle for hegemony between the United States and the Soviet Union.
While he was quietly combing his memory, the door of the room was pushed open, and two or three white people came in, jabbering English at Zhao Wu, who accepted his predecessor's memory. Zhao Wu could understand their meaning.
One of them said, "Yellow Monkey, you finally wake up. You've made the boss lose a lot of money. You should let you feed crocodiles..." Zhao Wu was angry with his condescending tone and disdainful eyes.
I know from my memory that the white man is Hunter, the driver and bodyguard of his boss.
"Shut up, I'm the boss, Hunter!" A voice nearby interrupted Hunter's words. "Zhao, you make me very angry this time. You are lucky that you didn't die in the ring. I will give you another chance. The challenge arena next Thursday is ready for you. You can't lose again, or I will send you to swim with crocodiles!"
Zhao Wu knew that the white old man who was talking was Antes, his own boss. He was a black capitalist who ate people but didn't spit out bones. He was running the business of sea transportation. He was taunted by his competitors because he lost the boxing match.
Although he was angry, the situation was stronger than others. Zhao Wu could only nod his head expressionless to show that he knew.
Antes did not talk nonsense any more, and took Hunter and another white man away directly.
"What a fucking start!"
However, as a passer-by, he also has golden fingers!
"System!" said Zhao Wu silently
He felt a blur before his eyes, and then a virtual electronic screen appeared on his retina.
Welcome to the Super Card System
Name: Zhao Wu
Energy: 0
System level: Level 1
Card: Mysterious novice card × 1
"It's really true!" When he woke up, Zhao Wu found that there was a memory in his mind about the use of the card system.
In short, this system has three main functions: one is to obtain martial arts, skills and items by drawing cards, the other is to integrate martial arts, and the third is to conduct martial arts deduction!
But to do this, we need to consume energy points.
After observing for a while, Zhao Wu tried to recite "Draw novice cards!"
Sure enough, the words "Extracting..." appeared on the system screen immediately
"Extraction completed!"
"Congratulations, you have obtained the ordinary martial arts iron cloth shirt!
Iron Cloth Shirt: defensive martial arts, just as the name implies, means "wearing iron clothes". After training, the whole body can resist any attack from external forces like steel.
Do you want to learn? "
Yes
Although the iron cloth shirt sounds like a bad street, Zhao Wu has no other choice at the moment.
At the moment of choice, a stream of information and warmth entered his body,
Zhao Wu closed his eyes and felt the extra information in his mind. At the same time, his body also changed under the effect of the warm current.
The skin of the whole body is slowly strengthening at a speed that is invisible to the naked eye, becoming thicker and stronger, and some hidden wounds left by boxing are also removed.
The whole process lasted for more than ten seconds. Zhao Wu felt warm all over. After the strengthening, he slowly took a breath and looked at the system interface again.
System
Name: Zhao Wu
System level: Level 1
Energy: 0
Skill: Iron Cloth Shirt (lv1)
In addition, there is a "+" on the back of the iron cloth shirt, but it is gray. Zhao Wu tried to click it with his mind, but there was no response.
That is the skill deduction button, which can directly deduce the skill to the next level, but requires energy points.
After shutting down the system, Zhao Wu checked the information in his mind: "It's amazing that the method of using iron cloth clothes has a feeling of being familiar with the heart. But if you practice iron cloth clothes according to the normal method, you need to practice fighting every day, and also use a lot of herbs to repair the body wounds. It takes too long, and the gain is not worth the loss. It seems that using the system directly is the shortcut."
He went out of bed, reached out and pinched the skin on his arm, feeling as tough and strong as cowhide.
"Try the effect first."
When he reached the wall of his bedroom, Zhao Wu took a breath and hit the wall three times in a row.
After finishing the work, Zhao Wu looked at the wall. The wallpaper and paint on the wall were punctured, revealing the cement wall that was consumed and covered below.
He looked at his hand again. The knuckles looked red and slightly painful, but the skin was not broken.
"Very good, the strength of this body is much stronger than that of its predecessor, and I used six points of force, and my fist was not even broken. After I learned the martial arts of iron cloth shirt, which is a rotten street, it has this effect." He sighed.
In fact, although Iron Cloth Shirt is only a basic martial art, it is extremely difficult to practice and the progress is slow. It is difficult for ordinary people to get started without three or five years.
But with the help of the system, Zhao Wu only used a few breaths to get started, and the effect was immediate.
After a burst of excitement, Zhao Wu touched his stomach. A sense of hunger came from his stomach. He pushed the door open and walked out to find something to eat.
As the black fist fight is going on, Antes arranges him and several fighters together in a hotel, which has a restaurant on the first floor.
Taking the elevator to the first floor, Zhao Wu's height of 1.8 meters and strong muscles give you an indescribable sense of oppression.
Everyone who came close to him silently distanced himself from him.
"How do you do, sir? How many are there?" A waiter from a famous restaurant greeted him.
"I'm alone." Zhao Wu replied in unfamiliar English, but he believed that unfamiliar English was only temporary. As long as you continue to live in this country, it is not difficult to learn their language.
"Please follow me..."
"Please sit down!"
"Here is the menu, sir. What can I do for you?"
Zhao Wu looked at the menu. None of the English letters could be understood. Fortunately, there were pictures on the menu for reference.
"This, this, this, and this..." He pointed to the menu and said to the waiter, ordering seven or eight dishes in a row.
"Anything else?"
"No, I'm hungry." Zhao Wu closed the menu. He thought it should be enough.
"OK, sir, please wait a moment." The waiter looked at him strangely, but didn't ask him if he could finish the question. He turned to the kitchen.
Before long, the dishes were served one after another. Zhao Wu could not wait to eat them like a storm in the wind. The American food was more meat, which was very suitable for his taste. The dishes were pulled into his mouth, chewed casually, and then swallowed by him.
He didn't notice that the diners and waiters who ate next to him were looking at him with strange eyes when they saw him wolfing down.
"God, he ate so fast..."
"Maybe I haven't eaten for several days, poor boy." Some people looked at him and whispered, "Keep your voice down, he looks fierce..."
More than half an hour later, Zhao Wu finally finished the last dish, and leaned back in his chair with a sigh of relief.
"I said he would finish it, just like a monster..."
"The three of us may not finish what he eats."
"Shut up, idiot, he has seen it. Be careful he beats you..."
Without noticing the strange eyes of others and the chance to whisper in his ear, Zhao Wu stood up and walked upstairs.
"By the way, Mr. Anster still pays for the meal!"
