Matrix Survival: One random treasure chest per day

Chapter 267 He was verbally abused to death!
Zhan Zhouzhou confidently asked Li Zheng to verify whether his heart was on the right side, but how could he dare?

Neither of them went all out in the fight just now, otherwise the outcome would have been uncertain.

If I touch it again, I'm afraid I'll lose half my life here.

Forget it, a real man should give in to her.

"Let's skip the verification stuff." Li Zheng wiped his nose, afraid of bleeding and making a fool of himself. "Even if you win this time, I hope you won't tell anyone that your heart is on the left side in the next PK."

"What do you mean I win?!" Zhan Zhouzhou's almond-shaped eyes widened. "If you don't believe me, let's have another match. This time I'll be serious and use two-tenths of my strength against you!"

Li Zheng: "..."

how to say?

Although I realized that Zhan Zhouzhou hadn't gone all out, it was still incredibly insulting that she had held back so much.

But let's let him fight again. He just caught her off guard, risking being "crippled" to ensure the dagger hit her.

If it were to happen again, Zhan Zhouzhou would be mentally prepared, and this trick would no longer work.

"I'm done playing, I give up. The training room is only two hours long, let's not waste time." Li Zheng changed the subject and steered the conversation back to business.

After the fight, Zhan Zhouzhou seemed to be in a much better mood and stopped dwelling on the matter.

"Two hours? You can't possibly learn anything!" She looked at the four robots, slightly disappointed.

She spent a lot of money to secure a spot, but the benefits it offered her were extremely limited.

However, for players like Li Zheng and Lu Li who don't specialize in any particular skill, the training room is still very effective.

Both the gravity chamber and the four specialized robots on the arena are excellent training facilities.

The only drawback is that the time was too short, so even the best results are limited.

Zhan Zhouzhou showed little interest in the other training programs. She walked to the side, sat down, and said, "Don't train blindly. I just watched you practice, and it seems that apart from the Swallow Strike, you haven't mastered many sword techniques."

How about this: I won't ask for a refund for the ticket, but if you cover all my meals for the next month, I'll be your teacher.

Is it true that the way to a person's heart is through their stomach?

In order to eat better food, Zhan Zhouzhou even dared to personally teach the essence of his family's swordsmanship to outsiders.

The sword manuals that Li Zheng had previously traded were at best equivalent to "textbooks." Without a good teacher to guide him carefully, the difficulty of self-study was unimaginable.

Now, a month's worth of meals can get Li Zheng a good teacher in his field of expertise, which is exactly what he wants.

Zhan Zhouzhou's teaching level is basically comparable to that of a senior professor at a top university; even a few pointers from him would be of immense benefit.

"Deal!" Li Zheng agreed immediately without even thinking.

Lu Li also jumped onto the stage, saying shamelessly, "Me too! I want to learn too!"

The duel between Li Zheng and Lu Li was so brief that Lu Li, the only spectator present, didn't even get a clear look at their movements before it ended.

But he also fully witnessed the charm of martial arts and was filled with longing for it.

Li Zheng gave him a strange look: "I've been wanting to ask you this before, why did you give up being a sniper and go into close combat?"

Zhan Zhouzhou didn't speak; she had the same question.

The fact that Lu Li has survived in the Matrix with just a sniper rifle shows that he has a talent for using firearms and weapons, so there was no need for him to switch to melee combat halfway through.

Lu Li paused for a moment before saying, "I just want to understand what my brother is thinking."

Seemingly thinking of his older brother, he sighed and began to recount the past of Lu Manjiang, the legendary Sanda champion.

Many of Lu Manjiang's fans don't know that the dignified Sanda King Lu Manjiang actually learned gun techniques when he first came into contact with martial arts, not Sanda.

Lu Li recalled that his brother Lu Manjiang was twelve years older than him. From the time he was born, Lu Manjiang had already been learning marksmanship from an old neighbor who had run a martial arts school.

That old man was quite remarkable. Legend has it that in his youth, he single-handedly defeated the entire Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei region with a single shot, and was invincible throughout the land.

It was with this soaring reputation that he opened a small martial arts school in the capital, which was so successful that he had hundreds of disciples.

As a result, the martial arts school had only been open for less than half a year and hadn't even made much money when the war broke out.

The old man thought to himself, "My martial arts skills are unmatched in the martial arts world. Why don't I join the army and fight against those foreign guns and cannons? I can also protect my country while I'm at it." Once he made up his mind, he disbanded his martial arts school the next day and went straight to the recruitment area, becoming an unknown soldier.

After serving in the army for several years, he carried the muskets he was issued, but he killed very few enemies. Relying on his agility and exceptional reaction speed, he crawled back from the brink of death countless times.

On the contrary, the old man's comrades-in-arms changed batch after batch, and almost all of the people who joined the army with him were killed.

When the old man realized this, he almost developed depression. He hadn't joined the army to compete with others to see who could live longer; that wasn't what he wanted.

Then the old man gritted his teeth and applied for a transfer, going wherever it was dangerous, preferably to a battlefield where he might not come back.

Such battlefields often involve deep behind enemy lines, sometimes requiring close combat where even firearms are not very useful; it all comes down to who has the faster bayonet.

Good heavens, the old man was almost overjoyed when he arrived at his new location after the transfer was approved.

Because everyone here, in addition to the muskets they are assigned, can also carry a melee weapon. If they run out of ammunition or the enemy breaks through the defenses, they often have to fight with melee weapons.

As his life took a turn for the better, the old man lived like a dragon soaring to great heights, seemingly possessed by a god of war.

They fought thousands of battles, large and small, but muskets almost never killed anyone; they relied entirely on a long spear to kill the enemy.

The barrel of a white ash wood gun was stained blackish-brown with blood. An ordinary person could not eat for three days from the smell of the blood on the gun.

According to the old man himself, in his most impressive battle, he single-handedly took on an entire enemy battalion.

"Actually, I think that old man was exaggerating about this, but he probably killed dozens of people," Lu Li said, making a sarcastic remark.

After the war ended, the old man found a place to settle down and secretly took the long spear with him, keeping it at home as a keepsake.

In the old man's own words: "If the enemy ever comes knocking on my door again, I'll still take this gun to kill them! I can't use anything else, and I'll cough if I use any other weapon!"

Actually, by this time, the old man was quite old, and with his injuries and illnesses, he couldn't do any physical work. Once he left the battlefield and relaxed, he couldn't even touch a gun anymore.

I lived a peaceful and uneventful life for twenty years, until the very end when I was diagnosed with a malignant tumor in my abdomen.

The old man thought to himself, "Won't all my skills be lost?"

It just so happens that the son of our neighbor, Old Lu, is eight years old at the time, a real troublemaker. We can take him in as an apprentice to learn marksmanship and also help him toughen up.

And so, Lu Manjiang became the old man's last disciple and learned a lot of kung fu.

Besides his martial arts skills, Lu Manjiang also inherited his father's temper. He was brave and fierce at a young age, and he had beaten up local thugs on various pretexts.

When Lu Manjiang was twelve years old, Lu Li was born, and the old man's life came to an end.

Before his death, the old man called Lu Manjiang to his side and earnestly told him that martial arts should not be used to bully the weak, but to win glory for the country!

The old man knew that Lu Manjiang was rather arrogant and was afraid that he might not be able to handle some setbacks, so he recommended that he participate in martial arts competitions.

A competition has winners and losers, and it doesn't kill anyone, so it's a good opportunity to temper Lu Manjiang's temperament.

As a fulfillment of his father's last wish, Lu Manjiang obediently went to the provincial capital and began practicing Sanda (Chinese kickboxing).

With a background in martial arts, Lu Manjiang made rapid progress and was arranged to participate in competitions within a few years.

Starting from the smallest competitions, Lu Manjiang fought his way up to the national championships, and soon became the nationally recognized Sanda King.

Even in some international competitions, he has never been defeated by foreign players.

Until that World Championships, Lu Manjiang lost to Kim Jae-in.

That was his first failure, and it was that failure that cost him his life.

The old man probably never imagined that his well-intentioned recommendation of Lu Manjiang to participate in the competition would result in Lu Manjiang committing suicide by jumping off a building after losing a competition.

“Actually, I only recently realized that my brother’s suicide was not entirely due to the loss in the competition.” Lu Li’s eyes were red. “At that time, there were a lot of negative reports about my brother in society. Some people were practically pointing their fingers at him and cursing him, saying that he lost to foreigners and brought shame to the country.”

"My brother won so many international championships, and because of one defeat, those people practically dug up my family's ancestral graves!" Lu Li suddenly broke down, tears streaming down his face, and roared in grief and indignation, "My brother didn't commit suicide, my brother was verbally abused to death by those people!"

As I write this, I suddenly have so much to say, but I can't quite put it into words...

Sigh!
That's it then. Whether you understand it or not, just enjoy the show.

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