70% control...

For example, this guy can cut a one-meter-long steel pipe into 2,000 steel rings of equal width, each of which is 0.5 mm wide, which is not bad at all.

Having said that, even if Yan Yu does not become a transcendent now, 5% body control will greatly improve his combat effectiveness, especially the accuracy of his marksmanship...

However, compared to the more common fighting gyms, martial artists have declined nowadays, and it is really not easy to find a serious martial artist to change careers.

There are only a few places in the entire Virginia state where you can change jobs.

"The NPC mentioned in the post seems to be here." Yan Yu muttered, stepped over the garbage pile, came to the iron gate deep in the alley, and pushed the door open with a bang.

According to the description in the post, what Yan Yu did was very simple, he only needed to...wait.

He frowned at the scene in front of him, and several question marks gradually appeared on his forehead???

His eyes fell on a few of them, and based on the content of the post, the corners of Yan Yu's mouth twitched slightly, and an idea came to his mind: "Maybe I got here too early."

The original plot is very simple. After the old warrior died, his adopted son decided to revitalize the inheritance. However, this place was too remote and rundown, and he had no money to promote it. So players only need to pay some money to become a warrior.

But now...the warrior is not dead yet.

"Is this matter related to the life and death of the old warrior?" Yan Yu raised his eyebrows slightly.

Because this was just a career change and the process was simple, the post did not go into detail about the causes and consequences, and Yan Yu could only make guesses based on what he saw.

"Who are you?"

"Are they the old man's reinforcements?"

"You look very strong."

Yan Yu didn't sneak in, and his voice was not low at all, which naturally attracted the attention of the two groups who were still arguing.

"What the hell do you care about?"

Yan Yu frowned and was too lazy to pay attention to these Sabi. He walked towards the old warrior with an ugly face and said, "I have something to discuss with you. If..."

"Hey, bastard, you..."

Click!

Yan Yu twisted off his fingers with an expressionless expression, knocked his heel hard on the crook of his leg, pulled the young man's half-length hair, and simply hit his knee: "Since you can't speak, don't speak anymore."

Before he finished speaking, he smashed the man's jaw with a punch. As he screamed in agony, he pulled out his tongue and crushed half of it. At the same time, he slapped half of his good teeth out.

Everything happened too fast.

It wasn't until the young man spurted blood from his mouth and nose, fell to the ground wailing while holding his broken leg with exposed bone stubble, and coughed up large pieces of blood foam that the few people around him recovered from the shock.

The middle-aged man's face turned blue and he glared at him angrily. Without any warning, he punched him: "Asshole, how dare you..."

boom!

Fists collided with fists, and there was only a harsh crackling sound. The man screamed and retreated, covering his arms. His right arm was visibly broken, and his sleeves were bulging.

Bang, bang!

Before the man woke up from the severe pain, he only heard a few muffled groans, and several of his companions fell to the ground one after another, ranging from broken arms and legs to broken noses and blood spurting from their mouths and noses.

"you……"

"puff!"

Yan Yu stepped on the man's head, pressed half of his head into the soil, and took out his mobile phone: "Jack, come here, remember the appearance of these people, and find out their details. If you find that their home calls the police,

If he does something, he will send his whole family to see God.”

After hanging up the phone, Yan Yu lowered his head, rubbed the middle-aged man's face out of the dirt with a tip of his toe, and asked calmly: "Did you hear what I said?"

"You think you can threaten me like this...ahhhhh"

Click!

Pointing his toe on another finger, Yan Yu repeated: "Did you hear that?"

"Heard..."

Before the man finished speaking, Jack hurriedly opened the door and ran in, complaining: "What trouble have you caused again? Who has troubled you again?"

After all, he took photos of these people with his mobile phone. As his fingertips touched the socket, a large amount of data flashed on the screen of his mobile phone. In just a few seconds, he got their identities.

Jack glanced at the middle-aged man whose head was stepped on in humiliation by Yan Yu and whose body was constantly twitching, and said calmly: "Zhao Xi, male, forty-six years old, lives in..."

As the narrative became more detailed, the wails of several people became weaker and weaker, until finally they were silent, looking at Jack in horror, their eyes full of surprise and fear.

How can it be?

This guy...how could he check it so quickly and in such...details?

Yan Yu kicked the man, wiped his hands and said, "Mark their whole family. I need to know the movements of all of them, including this guy's... eight-month-old son."

"You...you devil." The man's face turned pale and his body was trembling. Although he was angry and angry, he was more afraid of this mixed-race child.

Yan Yu glanced at the fainted young man: "The source of all disasters comes from your son's mouth, but don't worry, I have already taken protective measures for you."

After saying that, she didn't even look at him and walked over his head without a care in the world.

He doesn't like violence.

But I have to admit that violence is particularly effective in dealing with mentally retarded people, as it is simple and saves time and effort.

Taking out the banknotes from his wallet, Yan Yu said to the old warrior: "One hundred dollars, I will join your martial arts school, and for an additional ten thousand dollars, I want to see the martial arts skills you have inherited. I am just looking at it, not taking it away."

Although the words were spoken softly, the tone contained an unquestionable tone.

The old warrior didn't understand very much. He subconsciously glanced at the man on the ground and asked: "You, you are already so strong, why do you still..."

"You don't have to worry about my affairs."

Yan Yu shook his head. There was no need to explain so much to the other party. He just came here to make a deal with the other party. As for what happened just now...do people care about killing a few ants with one foot?

Put another way.

Do players care about the feelings of game NPCs and experience monsters?

Perhaps due to some plot reasons, players will resonate with them, but it is obvious that...these idiots in front of them have not yet reached the level of resonance for Yan Yu.

After seeing Yan Yu's ruthlessness, the old warrior knew very well that he had no right to refuse. He withdrew his eyes from his junior brother and sighed as he took the money: "Deal."

Turning around and no longer looking at his junior brother and the others, the old warrior took Yan Yu into the house with the support of his adopted son.

Asking his adopted son to serve tea, the old warrior came to the back room and took out a small wooden box: "These are our inheritance. These are the martial arts skills that the master once defeated his opponent and obtained in exchange."

"Huh?"

Yan Yu didn't expect there would be an unexpected gain.

Just like Carat once, it was never mentioned on the forum that Brother Carat's Souei-ryu fighting inheritance actually had a sword technique, and it's the same this time.

After all, games are games and reality is reality.

In order to take care of the players, many things are omitted in the game, but in today's world, details really exist.
Chapter completed!