After spending half a year together day and night, he had figured out Lei Zongchao's temper.

This former "god of war" hates it most when others treat him as a superior and powerful person, and treat him with subservience and respect.

Rather, I hope that everyone can forget his identity, and at most regard him as a veteran who has been discharged and returned to his field, or an old teacher who has been preaching and solving doubts for a lifetime and can still use some of his residual enthusiasm.

Of course, Meng Chao also really felt sorry for the old man's body.

No one knows better than him how weak the current "God of War" Lei Zongchao is.

When Meng Chao deeply understood the large and small battles he had experienced and the trauma he had suffered over the past decades, he discovered that such trauma could be enough to defeat ten strong men in the divine realm if placed on others.

Lei Zongchao knew that his time was running out, so instead of taking good care of himself, he dragged his disintegrating body with him, practicing and working harder, sparing no effort to pour his life's experience, hard work and strength into Meng Chao, the people in the Martial God Temple and others.

Inside the bodies of the children of Dragon City.

It was as if he wanted to release his last light and heat before his fire of life was completely extinguished, lighting the way for more people who would come after him.

"Meng Chao, you've come back just in time to take a look at my newly developed martial arts!"

Lei Zongchao adjusted his breath evenly, pushed Meng Chao away with all his strength, and assumed a very stiff and weird posture.

Stroke by stroke, it's like a robot doing radio gymnastics.

Although I didn't fall this time, the feeling of hemiplegia became stronger.

"What kind of martial arts is this?" Meng Chao was dumbfounded.

"Mechanical martial arts."

Lei Zongchao said seriously, "In the past six months, the Red Dragon Army, hunters and settlers have been hunting down the remnants of the monsters deep in the Monster Mountains. Although they have won consecutive battles and achieved fruitful results, they have also suffered many casualties, and many people have died.

,More people are injured and disabled, right?”

"That's right." Meng Chao looked a little sad.

Although the war in the past six months can be described as "destroying and overwhelming," it was a hundred times smoother than the end of the monster war in the previous life.

But there is no such thing as death in war.

Especially in the depths of the Monster Mountains where the roads are rugged, the air is hot and humid, snakes, insects, rats and ants are everywhere, the spiritual magnetic interference is extremely strong, and the torrent of steel is difficult to spread.

Even if humans have absolute control of the air, they can use thousands of cannons to clear the way, and even burn one mountain after another into scorched earth.

After all, it was impossible to stop the number of casualties from rising.

An inch of mountains and rivers, an inch of blood.

Every inch of Dragon City's living space was purchased with the blood of martyrs.

"The victims have gone to sleep, but the soldiers who survived, were seriously injured, and lost some limbs may not be willing to withdraw from the battlefield forever. Many people still want to continue fighting after being equipped with mechanical prostheses."

Lei Zongchao explained, “Compared with original human limbs of flesh and blood, the materials of mechanical prosthetics can be infinitely strengthened, and they can also be equipped with various combat modules and have hundreds of different uses. They are very powerful weapons.

“However, the current simulated neural current technology and human-computer interaction technology are still unable to improve the level of human brain control of mechanical prostheses to the precision of ‘arms and fingers’.

"On the other hand, there are no spiritual veins on the mechanical prosthetic limbs, which means that the mechanical prosthetic limbs cannot construct a spiritual magnetic force field and perform various miraculous skills, so they cannot exert the strongest force of the extraordinary.

"Many warriors with extraordinary skills, after being seriously injured and losing part of their limbs, often cannot continue their original path as warriors even if they are replaced with powerful mechanical prostheses, and can only become full-time 'gunners' or 'mechanics'.

"Even if you are still a warrior, you can only follow the 'Gun Fighting Style' or the 'Mecha Style', and your combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

"As the scale of the war continues to escalate, and seeing more and more disabled people in the circle of extraordinary beings, I think about developing a 'mechanical martial arts' to create a new path for extraordinary beings equipped with mechanical prosthetics.

path of."

I see.

Lei Zongchao does not practice for himself.

Instead, he took great pains to create a new martial arts for the injured and disabled extraordinary beings.

Meng Chao was in awe again.

"Let's not talk about this for now."

Lei Zongchao practiced two more moves, and seemed to have encountered a joint that he had not figured out yet. He waved his hand, sat down on the edge of the super giant medical cabin, looked at Meng Chao, and said with a smile: "How is it? Your sister reported in.

Are things going well?"

“It went very smoothly.”

Meng Chao said, "Anyway, I am much more powerful than I was back then."

"I heard that the record of 'ladder to heaven' held by that little guy Wangdao for several years was broken by your sister twenty seconds ahead of schedule!"

Lei Zongchao said with a smile, "When she goes on winter vacation, if she has time, she can bring her here to compete with those guys outside and kill their majesty, so that they will not think that the 'Martial God's Temple' is anything special all day long!"

This is what the "God of War" means when he wants to personally teach Bai Jiacao.

Meng Chao was overjoyed and hurriedly expressed his gratitude on behalf of his sister.

"That's right. Even if it's not your sister, any son of Dragon City who can break the record of the king is worth the help of a bad old man like me."

Lei Zongchao continued to ask, "Also, have you delivered all the data chips for entry-level martial arts that I asked you to give to the children in Chao City?"

"It's been delivered. I guarantee that there will be at least one child under the age of sixteen in the entire nest city."

Speaking of this matter, Meng Chao couldn't help but want to complain, "Master Lei, you said that you want to light up the martial arts path of the children in Chao City. This is of course a good thing, but you based on their malnutrition and even abnormal development.

In terms of physical condition, it took a full three months to polish seven sets of basic training methods. It was already a painstaking and painstaking effort. Why do you need to autograph every data chip?

"Okay, even to encourage the children, signing the name of the 'God of War' is enough to prove your ardent expectations.

"But you also asked me for a list of all the children in Nest City, and wrote each child's name in my own handwriting, as well as a message that was different for each person. It took me a whole day and night to write it.

"You don't know your physical condition. Is it necessary to do this?"

"Since we are going to do it, of course we have to do it to the extreme. Otherwise, we can just put the training materials and videos online and let the children download them by themselves. Why bother you to make a trip?"

Lei Zongchao smiled at first, then sighed and said, "Chao City is in such a mess. Many children grow up in a mixed, deformed and ugly environment. Jin Wanhao is responsible for this, and the nine super corporations are responsible. I

There is also a great responsibility.

"The past cannot be changed. I just hope that at the end of my life, I will try to correct all the mistakes I have made over the past few decades.

"A signature alone is not enough to show my sincerity, nor is it enough to make these children who have been neglected realize their unique value.

"Meng Chao, you have just left your teenage years. Let me ask you, if you go back ten years and you receive a cultivation chip signed by me, there is a sentence solemnly written on it, 'Meng Chao, come on, I see you.

How do you feel about your cultivation potential?"

Meng Chao thought for a while and said: "I will definitely jump up with joy and knock a hole in the ceiling of our house. Then I will practice hard and never let you down. No matter how hard and tired I am, or if I want to be lazy, the moment I see your

Give me a personal message and you will be resurrected with full health in minutes!"

"That's it. In fact, everyone is similar. We all have two shoulders and one head. No one is born with three heads and six arms. How can there be such a huge difference in cultivation talent?

Lei Zongchao said, "Everyone has talents. It all depends on how to stimulate them. Just my signature may be able to stimulate 50% of the cultivation talents of the children in Chao City, but together with each child's name and

Different gifts make the children feel that I know each of them and have specially polished these basic exercises for each of them. This unique treatment may be able to stimulate 120% of their cultivation talents.

?

"There are so many children in the entire nest city. As long as ten or eight can inspire 120% of their cultivation talents, my hard work this day and night will be in vain, don't you think?"

Only then did Meng Chao understand Lei Zongchao's good intentions.

I can't help but have more and more respect for the "God of War" of the past.

I thought of my conversation with Su Mulian again.

She thought to herself: "If Miss Mulian can really help the 'God of War' extend his life for five to ten years, let him take charge of the overall situation of Dragon City, and bring together all the forces including the nine super enterprises, this indestructible

Iron Fist will definitely be able to completely crush the Doomsday!"

While chatting and thinking, Lei Zongchao seemed to have figured out the sluggish joints just now, stood up again, assumed a posture of stiff hands and feet, and developed his "mechanical martial arts".

Seeing his hemiplegic appearance, Meng Chao couldn't help but said, even though he knew it wasn't true, "Master Lei, you need to rest!"

"The last thing I need right now is rest."

Lei Zongchao gestured and said with a smile, "It won't take long anyway, I can rest forever, why bother with it?"

Meng Chao was speechless.

I also know that when this seemingly relaxed and easy-going old man becomes stubborn, even the nine-headed doomsday beast can't hold him back.

He could only think about it and use his own methods to reduce Lei Zongchao's workload.

"Master Lei, if you really want to develop a new martial art for mechanical prosthetics for the disabled, I have some immature ideas here."

Meng Chao made a weird hand gesture and said, "You lie back in the medical cabin first and see how I do?"

His limbs all move in the direction of the anti-joints.

The joints all over the body made a "crackling" sound.

It's not as rigid as a zombie, but rather like a puppet jumping up and down weirdly.

This is certainly not a move of his own creation.
Chapter completed!