BXBX NOVEL Chapter 149 - 99 TURNS
Bang!
Bang!
The sound of Zhao Luo\'s fist falling on the greyish surface of the tungsten mountain sounded out like the noise of a big explosion.
Just the echo of each punch was enough to make a regular person\'s ear bleed.
But in the dark space, where Zhao Luo alone would be throwing more than thirty punches, which were landing straight on the mountain every second even before the sound of the previous punches would die down.
This caused the overlapping sound to keep on increasing the impact of the echoes thus turning the dark space into a chaotic battlefield.
Drowned in such blasting sound, Zhao Luo and his apparitions had red eyes as they kept on pushing themselves to the extreme.
Zhao Luo and his apparitions were punching the mountain left and right without stopping.
Each punch carried the whole essence of their strength to the last drop. No one had slacked in even a single punch.
Zhao Luo the one who was throwing most of these punches since he was the strongest, had a fixed output of around 15000 punches each turn. Around 15000 punches, his fist would have multiple cracked bones and smashed skin. Thus he would know, that he had reached the crumbling point.
The 61st turn was coming to an end, and Zhao Luo who had been focused on counting the numbers of his punches felt enclosed by an extremely painful feeling of being stabbed, every time his fist would come in contact with the surface of the mountain.
Bang!
"14972."
Zhao Luo counted the number of punches he had thrown currently.
A second later.
Bang!
Zhao Luo\'s left fist landed on the mountain and as the sound came out, Zhao Luo stopped his fist and slowly pulled it back towards himself.
\'Shwaa.\'
Blood flowed out of his fist as though someone had opened the doors of an enormous blood dam.
15000!
Zhao Luo said with excited eyes.
"This turn took me eight minutes."
Zhao Luo said with a meticulous look.
Slowly walking away from the mountain while his bloodied fist dangled without strength, he was going to rest till his fist recovered back to full strength.
"It\'s really amazing, how I can damage myself to this point and still look forward to the next turn."
Zhao Luo shivered as he realized that some perverted self-harming needs were awakening inside him and, he couldn\'t help it, but see them through.
Thud!
Zhao Luo sat down and before closing his eyes, he thought of the one who had written the bullet fist.
"Just how long did it take for him to reach the Explosive Fist Plane by training like this?"
Zhao Luo mumbled.
Zhao Luo was overtaken by the curiosity of measuring his speed of training with the owner of the bullet fist.
It was in human nature to compare themselves to others.
Zhao Luo wasn\'t an exception to this.
\'He must have done all the thousand turns alone. Sigh~\'
Just thinking about destroying your fist a thousand times sent shivers down Zhao Luo\'s spine.
"How many days or weeks did it take him to achieve the Explosive Fist Plane?"
Zhao Luo wondered about the founder of the Bullet Fist.
The method to learn this technique was so extreme that Zhao Luo was thinking along the wrong path.
He had already completed the 61st turn in 12 hours because of how fast his recovery was because of the properties of his mind space.
But the founder of this first technique \'Bullet Fist\' didn\'t have a dark space or nine other selves who he could rely on to help him with his training speed.
It must have taken the founder, months, if not years.
Zhao Luo didn\'t dwell on thinking about the founder of the book anymore except he just focused on recovering.
His apparitions were also sitting in a circle alongside him.
In a few minutes, they were done resting as everyone\'s condition was back to the top.
"Let\'s Do It!"
Zhao Luo said to his apparitions trying to encourage them with his few words.
These words were delivered to his apparitions in the form of a command which fired them up even more than Zhao Luo had intended.
"YEASSSS BOSS!"
The apparitions shouted in unity.
Zhao Luo found his apparitions rushing at the mountain and an instant later.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
"Haha, Good Good."
Zhao Luo laughed brightly.
To him, it was like a father watching his kids going at studying with enthusiasm.
Just that, here the father was Zhao Luo and kids were his apparitions who were punching as much as they could with their full strength.
"I can\'t fall back."
Zhao Luo felt challenged as the noises of the punches kept on entering his ear.
Zhao Luo tightened his fist and lowered his body as he faced the mountain from a few meters away.
Every time he ended his turn, to get away from the metallic smell of the blood that was coming from the wall, Zhao Luo would move to this distance.
Thus looking at the wall from this distance, Zhao Luo raised his heel and while pushing his toes backward, Zhao Luo uttered two words.
"Half Walk."
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Luo disappeared from his spot.
Boom!
BANG!
With a loud sound of crashing, Zhao Luo appeared 2 feet away from the mountain with his fist already touching the mountain.
\'Hmph.\'
Zhao Luo shrugged as even this punch didn\'t leave a dent on the lustrous shining dark grey surface of the mountain.
Zhao Luo pulled back his right fist and threw a left punch at the mountain.
Bang!
Just like the 62nd turn started.
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The wheels of time kept on rolling as Zhao Luo and his apparitions kept on training their fists, turn after turn.
After a few hours, to be exact around 6 hours later.
Zhao Luo could be seen moving away from the mountain.
Before sitting on the dark floor, his red arms could be seen swinging in front of him, like dried wood branches.
"99th turn is done. Only the last remains now."
Zhao Luo mumbled as he sat down on the dark floor.