Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Lin Heng started a new training. In the next ten days, he will systematically learn boxing techniques, including steps, breathing, dodging and so on.

Although he had only trained for ten days, Lin Heng seemed to be a martial arts genius. He could always remember those movements clearly. Although he had not yet mastered them thoroughly, at least he could do more than just punch left and right.

"Lin Heng you are amazing, it's only been ten days! You have already defeated all my fighters!"

Lin Heng curled his lips to indicate that he didn't know either.

How could he not know that his physical fitness had surpassed that of ordinary people and his reaction speed was much faster than theirs.

Although the opponent's jab was not as slow as a snail, Lin Heng could clearly feel that the opponent was a little slower due to his nervousness.

Therefore, Lin Heng only needs to master the most basic sliding steps and twist his upper body to avoid most punches.

Moreover, his own strength is quite great. If he were to fight with the opponent after dodging, he would be sentenced to death directly.

Moreover, he had enough physical strength and could last longer than them, which gave him an even greater advantage in the ring.

Those boxers were all watching Lin Heng getting stronger day by day. If there was no one to hold on to the nearly 100-pound sandbag, it might have even turned in circles.

Anthony looked at Lin Heng with a smile on his face, rubbed his hands, and came forward and said, "Lin Heng, the quick-learning content has basically been handed over to you. Now it's time to assign you tasks."

Lin Heng was quite satisfied with the result. Although he was able to appear so powerful only by absorbing the improved attributes, the skills of footwork and boxing could not be acquired by absorbing attributes. If one only had a strong body but could not use his brain, he would be a pure beating.

Lin Heng smiled and accepted it happily: "Okay, where should I send the things?"

...

"Aren't you here to deliver something? Why are you here to fight?" Lin Heng said as he looked at the boxers hitting each other in the ring.

In the huge stadium, tens of thousands of people were cheering for the two people on the ring. When Anthony said he was going to a boxing match, Lin Heng was still wondering why so many people were watching boxing matches. Aren't the Colosseum and the Arena more bloody and violent?

After the results came, I found that every boxer's arm was covered with metal gloves, covering from the palm to the shoulder joint. Only the external ones were low-level competitions, and the truly high-level ones had both arms replaced with mechanical ones.

Lin Heng saw it and thought, is it possible that he has to hammer nails into his body just to learn boxing? He immediately wanted to curse.

"Hahaha, why are you always thinking about delivering things? What kind of job can you do? Besides, you can earn a lot from boxing. If you are good at it, you may be appreciated by the people above and have the opportunity to join the army and become an instructor!" said Anthony.

"Instructor? Aren't there private guards in the hive? They are just working for the nobles in the upper nest."

"Tsk, you don't understand this, those are real troops going there, the Imperial Guard, the Astra Militarum, and all sorts of auxiliary forces. They're so powerful! Just a random troop transport ship, do you know how big it is! It's so huge!" Anthony said while gesturing with his hands.

Lin Heng rolled his eyes as he looked at me and said, “I don’t want to be an instructor or go to a military camp.”

"Look at you. I heard from my buddy that he heard from the soldiers in the army that two soldiers found something very important. After they handed it in, the empire directly rewarded them with a planet each, the kind that can be inhabited!

Can you imagine? Planets! For the kind we live in, one for each person! If you work for someone and deliver things, no matter how much they give you, can they give you a planet? Damn, you don’t have to give me so much, you can just give it to my hive lord. "Anthony said excitedly.

Lin Heng was indeed somewhat shocked. Giving planets as rewards to soldiers, how valuable were the things they found? Lin Heng could not imagine anything more valuable than planets.

The key point is, can the Empire really send planets? Although Lin Heng had heard that the Empire controlled over a million worlds, he still found it hard to accept. What kind of world is this?

"So, if you want to deliver packages, you will never be able to make a name for yourself, so you need someone important to take care of you. Otherwise, when will you be able to save enough money to buy a house in the corner of Shangchao? Even if you buy a house, you still need to hire security guards. You need to find a wife..."

"Okay, okay, okay! Why are you talking so much? I promise, I promise." Lin Heng was really annoyed by Anthony. The other party had a good personality, but he was a bit too talkative.

"Haha, that's right. After all, actual combat brings true knowledge. If you want to further master it, you need actual combat testing. I'll arrange an opponent for you and submit the information. As long as you fight well, your fame will definitely grow." Anthony left happily.

After sighing, Lin Heng carefully observed the situations of those boxers. Now he had to seize every opportunity to learn and become as strong as possible.

The boxers in the ring wore metal gloves that could peel off the skin with just the slightest touch, so both sides tried their best to block with their arms, whether it was scale armor type, exoskeleton type, or endoskeleton type, but no matter which type of attack, the damage was terrible.

At this time, both sides were trying their best to inflict as much damage as possible on the enemy. In the beginning, sparks from the collision of boxing gloves could be seen, but as time went on, this became less and less common because the faces, abdomens and boxing gloves were all covered in blood.

The spectators around were shouting non-stop. This sport of metal and blood satisfied their appetite. It was full of violence but more elegant than animal fighting and gladiatorial combat. Therefore, this sport was more popular with the rich.

Anthony came back with the registration form and introduced his opponent to Lin Heng with a smile.

"That's him. Don't be fooled by the fact that he's taller and stronger than you. I've observed that he has a pure silver gun wax head. With your reaction speed, you can get away with him like a dog."

Lin Heng looked at the information of the opposing boxer. He was two meters tall and weighed more than a hundred kilograms. If he was wearing heavy armor in ancient times, he would be as strong as a tank. Could he do it?

"You don't have to be nervous. I was just like you back then. Facing boxers who were taller than me, I was so nervous that I vomited when I drank water. But once I got to the ring, the cheers of tens of thousands of people instantly ignited my blood and made me perform beyond my normal level. I felt as relaxed as dancing on the ring.

Just remember, your steps are like dancing butterflies and your punches are like bee stings. Once you dodge and strike, the opponent will be your punching bag!"

Lin Heng nodded and continued to look at the two parties on the ring. At this time, one of them was able to seize the opportunity, and directly dodged to the right and counterattacked with a right straight punch, and the metal boxing glove hit the opponent's left half of the face.

Lin Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he heard the sound of broken bones in the audience's shouts. The scales scratched across the opponent's cheek, instantly tearing out several pieces of skin. So the battle ended.

"Hahaha, isn't it exciting? This is just the low-level scale-armor type. If you've seen the high-level skeleton type, you'll be shocked! Come on, let's go change gloves. I spent a lot of money so that you can go on stage today!"

Anthony is very confident in Lin Heng. The opponent's physical fitness has surpassed most boxers. Except for those monsters in size, Lin Heng can definitely defy everything and take back what he didn't get that year!

Lin Heng was familiar with the boxing gloves on his arms. Each one weighed about three pounds. Normally, this weight was almost nothing, but when you were about to swing hundreds of punches, this thing was like a thousand-pound weight.

"No wonder each round is only one minute. No one can stand swinging for too long." Lin Heng said.

"Ha! Back then, I was the absolute ruler of the Scale-Armored Type. No matter how strong the opponent was, they would be beaten by me! As long as you follow my method and seize the opportunity to counterattack instantly, no one can defeat you!"

As the two were talking, the bell rang outside the arena, which meant that the next match was about to begin. Lin Heng waved his boxing gloves, trying his best to adapt, and followed Anthony to the ring.

"The third match! This is a young fighter who has never participated in any match before. He even learned boxing only ten days ago. But his ambition is higher than the Lord's Tower in the Hive City. Let us see his courage!

On the other side is our old friend, the black-hearted man who tears flesh and breaks bones - Anderson! Look at the shouts of the audience, yes, the real king, the top of the scale boxing competition, no one who fought with him did not lie on the bed!

Come on, both sides take positions!"

Lin Heng looked at Anthony with sidelong eyes, while Anthony stared at the floor straight ahead.

"Okay, I'll find you when this is over."

"Alas, with your strength you must compete in the championship challenge, otherwise how can you make a splash!" Anthony said in a mean way.

Lin Heng rolled his eyes and jumped onto the stage. Anderson didn't lower his head, but just rolled his eyes and looked at Lin Heng with disdain, as if this man was just looking for death.

The referee explained the rules to Lin Heng, and Anderson on the opposite side came up and said fiercely:

"I will smash every bone in your body into pieces, and when you open your eyes, you'll find you have to wear false teeth!"

"Are you two ready?"

Lin Heng nodded expressionlessly.

"Hurry up and start!"

"Ding!"

The bell rang, and Anderson took the lead. He threw a fist as big as a sandbag directly at Lin Heng's face. The metal scales rustled in the air. If this punch hit his body, it would inevitably break the skin.

Lin Heng clasped his fists to protect himself and dodged to the right, with his scales rubbing against each other, creating tiny sparks.

Anderson took advantage of the situation and attacked, punching Lin Heng's arms with his fists. His unstoppable attitude immediately ignited the audience's enthusiasm, which was much more exciting than the previous two games.

Lin Heng blocked as much as he could. The opponent was in a more powerful state than the assassin who came to assassinate him at that time. This person's speed, strength, and reaction were worthy of being the overlord of the ring. Lin Heng's counterattacks were also dodged by the opponent in various ways. If this had been done to the assassin before, the opponent might have been hit hard.

But now, Lin Heng was completely suppressed by Anderson and retreated all the way to the side ropes of the ring.