Your skills are excellent, and now I have them too.

Chapter 14 is not about martial arts, it's about superpowers.

"Although I have no relation to Zhuang Sen!"

Lu Zhao said firmly, "But I've always idolized him and wanted to become a strongman like him, and I've been training hard, so please let me carry your bag!"

?

Is your training method to run around the streets and help people carry their bags?

The middle-aged man was momentarily speechless, but seeing the young man's innocent face, he thought to himself, perhaps this young man is just simple and kind-hearted.

"Then try the smallest one first, be careful, it's very heavy."

Lu Zhao reached out to pick up the outermost leather bag, which was about the same size as a computer case, so it shouldn't be too heavy.

Clang.

Then he was pulled off balance by the bag.

Worth.

What's inside? A black hole?

Lu Zhao felt that the bag in his hand was not big, but it weighed at least several tens of kilograms.

Seeing that he had been pulled quite a distance down the ground, the middle-aged man instinctively warned, "Careful! Are you alright?"

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Oh?

The fact that the progress has increased so much indicates that it's not just concern, but genuine worry.

The uncle was quite kind, just like me.

Then Lu Zhao lay down on the ground.

"Ouch!"

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"What's wrong with you, young man? Put your things down quickly."

Lu Zhao opened his eyes and saw the uncle put down the large and small bags he was carrying and squat down.

"Uncle, I...I'm fine...cough—cough cough cough!"

He lay on the ground, clutching his chest and coughing violently.

The middle-aged man's eyes widened: "You're practically coughing up blood and you're still saying you're fine?!"

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Lu Zhao struggled to stand up: "A little difficulty can't stop me. Give me the bag, I can still help!"

"Help yourself first!!!"

Even the middle-aged man couldn't hold back anymore.

This young man is passionate and kind-hearted, which is a good thing, but it doesn't have to be this extreme.

Lu Zhao was very dissatisfied because the loading progress had not increased.

It seems that words alone are no longer enough to arouse the uncle's worries.

Oh, right, coughing up blood?

An idea suddenly popped into his head, so he placed the tip of his tongue between his upper and lower teeth.

The Breath of the Dog is activated instantly.

bite.

A sharp pain shot through my jaw muscles, and the taste of blood instantly filled my mouth.

"puff--"

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

Uncle: My blood is boiling over!!!

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Lu Zhao felt he had been tricked. He bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood. That was a scene from a TV series. In reality, there wasn't that much blood at all, so the blood he spat out was a bit thin, at least half of it was saliva.

Fortunately, the man's attention was focused on others, and he didn't even look at the blood on the ground, so he didn't notice anything unusual.

At this moment, Huang Chan also caught up and was shocked to see Lu Zhao, who had been lively just moments before, now lying "on the verge of death" in the uncle's hands.

"What's wrong, Lu Zhao?"

The middle-aged man recognized her and said, "Young lady, could you watch my things for me?"

Then, he picked up Lu Zhao like he was a chick.

I didn't expect the uncle to be so energetic.

That's right, he has special skills, so he must have martial arts skills.

Lu Zhao leaned on the uncle's shoulder and spat behind him.

He didn't dare bite too deep just now, and his tongue does still hurt, but there's not much blood left.

But it doesn't matter, since his head is drooping behind the old man, he won't be noticed.

Not only did he remain undetected, but his loading progress also increased dramatically while he was spitting.

puff!

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Pfft! Pfft!

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Puff puff puff puff puff!

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[Special skill already installed: Swift Thinking Lv2.]

[Swift Thinking Lv2: After activation, mental agility and concentration are moderately increased, but energy is continuously consumed.]

Lu Zhao tried activating the special skill.

Swish.

In an instant, he felt his mind clear, like the feeling of gradually getting into the zone during an exam, which is also known as the flow state.

At this moment, whatever comes to mind, he can clearly articulate the logic.

This is actually a martial arts skill? It looks more like an academic ability.

Then he immediately thought of the man's attire, which clearly suggested he was either a worker or an engineer.

Having special skills, he certainly wasn't just an ordinary laborer at the lowest level. It's very likely that he was originally a Qin warrior, but he wasn't good at martial arts techniques, though he was very good at thinking.

Zhou Changsheng once said that even if everyone practices the Twelve Martial Scriptures of Heaven and Man, they will develop different styles, which is related to their cultivation methods, personal character, and habits.

In short, although this uncle joined the army, he was essentially a test-taker, so the martial arts manual strengthened his brain meridians, thus granting him this special skill.

Clearly, his stronger thinking ability allowed him to smoothly transition from the ranks of the military to a technical profession, becoming a military engineer.

At the same time, Lu Zhao also gained a deeper understanding of martial arts.

The Martial Scripture is not something like martial arts in the stereotype. In essence, it is a key to unlocking supernatural abilities. By studying the Martial Scripture, the abilities that can be unlocked are not limited to "martial skills" but also include strange abilities such as quick thinking.

These logics are not complicated; he could have guessed them even without special skills, but with assistance, he figured them out in the blink of an eye.

The cost is that the intensity of thinking is high, and energy is greatly consumed. This special skill cannot be used indefinitely and is best used only when needed.

"Uncle, I'm all better now, you can put me down," Lu Zhao said.

The engineer uncle didn't completely believe it, but it was strange that Lu Zhao, who had just been coughing up blood, had suddenly calmed down. So in the end, he put Lu Zhao back on the ground.

"what?"

He looked at the boy in front of him and realized that he really was getting better. "How are you feeling now?"

Lu Zhao patted his chest a few times, completely unharmed: "It's really healed."

The engineer was not relieved upon seeing this; instead, his expression changed.

"Oh no, it's a final burst of energy before death."

???

Hey?

no...

Now it was Lu Zhao's turn to be dumbfounded.

The uncle picked him up again and continued running forward until they arrived at a large gate carved with a black bird carrying a lingzhi mushroom. This was the hospital of the military post.

"Quickly take him in to check for internal injuries; he was vomiting blood just now."

He tossed Lu Zhao to one of the guards, then turned and ran, probably thinking about his heavy bags.

Anyway, it's safer to leave the person in the hospital than to keep them in his hands.

"....."

Lu Zhao was thrown and caught repeatedly, his vision blurred with stars.

These martial artists are incredibly strong.

He was forcibly carried into the emergency room.

"It's a misunderstanding! I'm not sick, doctor."

Lu Zhao tried to explain, but the military doctors here were all big and burly, looking like they had just come down from the battlefield. They didn't listen to his explanation at all, and kept pressing him to take his pulse and scan him.

"There's nothing wrong with it."

After the results came out, a bearded military doctor scratched his chin.

Lu Zhao was speechless: "I already said no!"

"They said you vomited blood...?"

"I bit my tongue and it bled."

"Put your hand out and let me see."

"ah--"

"That's true."

The bearded man scratched his head and said, "Well... why don't you wait a bit, I'll have someone ask around."

"Never mind, I'm free anyway, I'll go now. Wait a minute, they're not going to charge me, are they? I didn't do this voluntarily."

"No need, you're just a new recruit, besides..."

"Then I'll be going. Thank you, doctor. Please thank that uncle for me."

Lu Zhao and Chen Qinhu had agreed to meet at the square outside the military station, so he had to hurry over. As soon as he finished, he dashed out of the hospital.

"The uncle was a really nice guy. He was worried I might be sick and insisted I get checked, which made me feel a little embarrassed."

"When I become successful in the future, I'll see if I have a chance to repay him."

Regardless, quick thinking is a pretty good skill.

As he left the hospital, he noticed a lot of heavy machinery and equipment on the open ground to his left, with cranes moving things back and forth. He hadn't noticed this on the way here.

"Are they going to be loaded onto a transport ship?"

Looking at those huge pieces of equipment that gleamed with a metallic sheen, it was hard for Lu Zhao not to be interested.

Perhaps men are naturally fascinated by machinery. Before I traveled back to my hometown, a group of men, young and old, were staring at the excavator working at the village entrance, with a handful of peanuts and a pack of cigarettes, watching it all day long.

However, as he looked at it, his attention gradually shifted.

He discovered that many of the people moving through the steel jungle had special abilities, such as glowing heads.

"Strange, why are there so many? And they're all green and white, with only one or two blue ones. Were they relegated to the back because their special skills weren't good?"

"But Teacher Zhou said that as long as you master a special skill, you'll be very powerful. Even if you're only green, you can still be a squad leader or captain on the front line, right?"