Especially at this time, when their strength tells them to move forward.

This is almost a half-competition and half-entertainment method that quickly absorbs the genetic medicine in the body.

Anyway, they can ignore how injured they are, how tired they are, and how tired they are.

They just want life-threatening training.

Anyway, as long as you take a medicinal bath, you will definitely wake up the next day full of energy and refreshed.

This is what their plug-ins rely on the most.

It is also a place that other strong men cannot ask for.

They can become stronger regardless of anything, and this kind of benefit is something that others cannot get even if they kneel down and beg for it.

This is also why the strong become stronger so slowly and take time.

Even genetic warriors are no exception.

They don't get it right at the touch of a button. They need time to adapt and get used to it before they can take genetic medicine again.

Then why not get stronger?

They are not fools!

On the road to becoming stronger, they need to seize every favorable opportunity.

I once shamelessly trained behind Zhuang Ming and tempered my will.

This kind of extreme training is far from enough at this time.

Although the strength is countless times stronger than before, the level is different, and they still need to work harder and harder.

Plop!

His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, but he rushed into the chaotic sandbag array again without any fear.

Just because they still have the strength.

As long as they have strength, they have not reached their limit and there is still room for improvement.

Ah~ah~ah~~

Boom boom boom!

The roar under the night sky, the sound of frantically hitting the sandbags, the sound of the body being hit, and of course the sound of landing.
Chapter completed!