In the mirror, chest, abdomen, arms... the wounds recovered as before, but the new skin looked spotty, which made the scalp numb.

‘I just got scars this morning... so fast?’

Wang Ruhu touched the newly grown skin and walked out of the bathroom. Looking at the bright sunshine outside the window, the dirty streets below, the men and women talking frowned and frowned.

This is strange. He knew his body very well. Even though he had not figured out what kind of medicinal bath the master had soaked back then, he had never had such a fast repair speed.

The light passed through the glass and shone warmth on the exposed chest. Wang Ruhu raised his head and looked at the brilliant sunshine, as if he understood something.

That mysterious space.

Mitto...Screaming.

I took off the leather gloves of my right hand, and my scarlet palm was exposed to the sun, as if I felt the sunshine. The red cortex squirmed slightly, and my whole arm felt numb and sore as if it was over electricity.

‘It’s them.’

Wang Ruhu clenched his fist and punched the air. The air around him burst into pieces. That night, more than a dozen monsters were slaughtered by his hands. That red aura...

The moment I thought about it, my fingertips stroked the iron ring on my arm by a stranger, and when I pulled it apart, the clinging red suddenly turned like the rhizome of a tree, running along the skin.

The next second, Wang Ruhu hurriedly let go, the iron ring returned to its original state, and the red that was rising suddenly fell down and returned to calm. Only then did he notice that in a moment, a layer of fine sweat was secreted on his face and body.

‘This kind of thing is with those screamers, and when I kill them, the energy I absorb is contained by the demon stars on my arms. While strengthening it, it is also strengthening me?’

What is the aspect of enhancing the resistance to punch?

Wang Ruhu looked at his right hand a little confused. When he was concentrating, he suddenly seemed to have a faint breath floating on his arm and stretched out of the window.

I thought I was dazzled and shook my head, and the breath had disappeared from my sight.

Try again.

He concentrated on his right arm and looked at him. A faint red breath slowly emerged, passing through the window frame without any obstacles, swaying and floating in the air like seaweed, as if looking for something.

‘Look for another demon star attachment?’

At the same time, while the breath was swaying, Wang Ruhu could clearly feel another strange perception. Just like now, he could clearly hear the heartbeat of a Mexican woman and a black man on the street below the second floor. The former seemed to have done something wrong, and his heartbeat was obviously much faster than ordinary people. He could even feel the "cuckoo" sound of the blood flowing in the blood vessels as the heart accelerated.

Close your eyes and don’t have to look at the objects. It’s like seeing the body of a person passing by more than ten meters in the dark, and his heart is beating rhythmically.

This ability is interesting.

‘From the future, try hunting those monsters.’ Wang Ruhu opened his eyes and smiled. As for the demon stars attached to his arms, as long as he doesn’t take down the iron ring, it doesn’t matter.

In the following time, in addition to memory and the strange spaces that appear from time to time, Wang Ruhu gradually let go of trivial matters and temporarily settled in this chaotic O block. He practiced boxing on weekdays and guided Turi's fighting skills. When he was in a good mood, he would also pass on the breathing method of strengthening his muscles and bones. Of course, without a medicinal bath, the other party would never have the terrifying ability of being invulnerable to swords and guns and not invading all poisons.

Every time he practiced, the black young man was thrown into a blue nose and swollen face, but the latter was happy and often pulled Wang Ruhu to see him fight black boxing. If he lost, Wang Ruhu would give him some advice. Later, due to frequent teaching, the black Tori was getting bigger and bigger in the winning range. In the nearby blocks, no one was willing to fight him.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, I came out of another block. Due to the continuous autumn rain, there were not many pedestrians on the long street, and occasionally a few people hurried over with umbrellas.

Tori, who was still in the fun of the competition just now, used his black race expertise, and his words were just like rap, and he was disturbing Wang Ruhu, jumping and punching.

"...... The guy wanted to jump up and hit me just now. Don't he know that the boxer should try not to leave the ground with his feet?"

"It's too easy to just punch him in the chest and press it directly to the ground."

Passing by a shop window, the black man who was talking excitedly suddenly stopped. Wang Ruhu, who was thinking about things, looked back at him. In the window, there was a regular fighting ring playing on the TV.

"You want to go to a competition like this?"

The black young man shook his head, "This is not what I am good at, there are too many rules." As he said, putting his hands on the back of his head, looking at the falling rain curtain and falling into his eyes, "If there is a kind of purely showing fighting competition, I will definitely go... Master Wang, go back, too?"

“Maybe.”

Wang Ruhu smiled and turned back his gaze, tearing open the hot dog's packaging, took a bite, and continued to move forward, "Unless there are opponents that interest me, bullying boxers like you, it will be less and less interesting."

"What do we mean? I'm very strong too!"

The black man chased after him and shouted unhappily. He returned to the O block one after another. He saw a Mexican woman sitting on the ground from afar. Her husband was a little timid and told a few black men to make a mistake. Then he was punched and fell on his wife.

"Look, I said before that this woman is going to be unlucky."

Tori wanted to go up, but was pulled by Wang Ruhu, "This is their own business, don't get involved."

The black men left a few words at the couple. When Wang Ruhu came over and walked over the Mexican couple, he glanced at his timid husband.

"Not like a man."

The man lowered his head and helped his wife up without saying a word. Tori chased him and said a few words of contempt. The couple couldn't raise their heads and got into the room and closed the door.

What made Wang Ruhu unhappy was that this incident also affected him. When he was sleeping until midnight, he was feeling comfortable, and a burst of crying and smashing sound suddenly came from outside. It didn't disappear for a long time. He was so angry that he lifted the bedding and opened the door in shorts. In the couple's room at the end of the corridor, the door was open. Several black men dragged and pulled the Mexican woman's hair into the corridor. The woman's husband's face was full of injuries, and he stood in front of him to prevent them from succeeding.

Seeing someone coming out, one of the black men in a jacket, who seemed to be leading the way, shook his finger at Wang Ruhu and signaled him to go back to the room. When Tori heard the movement, he also came out to pull Wang Ruhu.

"Master Wang, they are gangsters in the O neighborhood. There are many people, so don't mess with them."

"What are they going to do?"

"Turn women to go out to sell...it's just doing that kind of business."

"But they quarrel that I went to bed." Wang Ruhu raised his hand and punched the wall next to him. The loud bang scared the people there. He turned around and saw the cracks on the wall spreading out in a spider web.

"Tell them that it disturbs the people in the middle of the night and makes me unable to sleep."

There were people like Wang Ruhu next to him. Some of the black young men were brave. They used to gesture and pointed to Wang Ruhu, who was extremely big. The black men looked at each other and then left the woman, pointing to the couple on the ground, as if urging them to pay back the money quickly, and then went downstairs to leave.
Chapter completed!