"Zhang Kun, do you know how many levels of Xuanwu Armor in our boxing gym are?" Guo Changsheng said lightly. After saying that, he saw Zhang Kun looking over with confusion, and then stretched out his right hand and five fingers.

"Five!"

"There are five levels, including ten kilograms of Xuanwu Armor, for junior students who have been in the museum for one or two years, twenty kilograms of Xuanwu Armor, for intermediate students who have been in the museum for five or six years, and then the thirty kilograms of Xuanwu Armor you wear today, for true disciples like you Senior Brother Liang."

Speaking of this, Guo Changsheng paused, then looked at Zhang Kun deeply: "And there are fifty kilograms above the thirty kilograms of Xuanwu armor, which is what you, Master Changping, use."

"As for the ultimate Xuanwu Armor above, eighty kilograms!"

As Master Guo Changsheng said, Zhang Kun's face became ugly step by step, especially when he heard that there were still eighty kilograms of Xuanwu armor, his face completely dimmed.

A set of thirty kilograms of Xuanwu armor made him look like this. He could not imagine what he would become when the eighty kilograms of Xuanwu armor were slammed on his body.

The weight of 160 kilograms is enough to completely overwhelm an ordinary person.

Even though Zhang Kun's physique has been slightly enhanced now, if you wear it, let alone boxing, it will probably be difficult to move.

However, as if he noticed Zhang Kun's expression, Master Guo Changsheng smiled indifferently: "But no one can wear the ultimate Xuanwu Armor in Cangzhou now. Generally, it is almost the top in fifty kilograms."

Hearing this, Zhang Kun's face improved a little, but the words from Master Guo Changsheng made his face solemn again.

"But I hope you can wear it."

"Me?" Zhang Kun looked at Master Guo Changsheng blankly and pointed his right hand at himself.

Eighty kilograms of Xuanwu armor? How could he wear it? Thirty kilograms of Xuanwu armor make him dying. Eighty kilograms, that's impossible, and even killing him can't do it.

Seeing Zhang Kun's dazed look, Guo Changsheng smiled indifferently: "I didn't say I asked you to wear it now, I mean in the future."

Speaking of this, Master Guo Changsheng's face became slightly serious: "Zhang Kun, you should be able to see from the level of Xuanwu Armor. Each level of Xuanwu Armor actually corresponds to the strength level of a warrior himself."

"Ten kilograms of Xuanwu Armor correspond to junior students, twenty kilograms of Xuanwu Armor correspond to intermediate students, and level 30 kilograms of Xuanwu Armor correspond to your senior brother Liang's level, and fifty kilograms of Xuanwu Armor correspond to your level of Master Changping."

"But, the second half of the year Miyahomda Oki you will face, if you say something that will destroy your might, you, Master Changping, will definitely not be as good as that. So, you can think about it yourself, which level of Xuanwu armor Miyamoto is corresponding to?" Guo Changsheng sighed lightly and shook his head.

"Eighty kilograms? I'm not sure, but even if it's less, it's probably not much."

"So, if you want to win a little more, then try putting on the ultimate Black Tortoise Armor."

"You also said that if your body can be on par with Miyamoto Honda, then you will have a 100% chance of winning in the challenge in four months. Now, let me see if you can reach the same level as Miyamoto."

After Guo Changsheng said that, Zhang Kun fell silent.

Eighty kilograms? He shook his head silently in his heart. This is something that cannot be done.

The atmosphere in the room was gradually getting heavier. Uncle Guo Changsheng sighed lightly and put down the purple clay teapot in his hand: "Zhang Kun, you are the most special person I have ever seen in your life. You have repeatedly surprised me in your talent in martial arts."

"It took you, Brother Liang, six years to reach the level of two hours, but you only took you for one month."

"Thirty kilograms of Xuanwu armor, you Senior Brother Liang only started wearing it in the fourth year, but you still only used it for a month."

"The unity of man and nature is the pursuit of countless martial artists throughout their lives. No one can reach it. Many people cannot touch even if their lives reach the end, but you step in after less than 20 years old."

"Zhang Kun, you are special. For others, the eighty kilograms of black wu armor may be difficult to touch in your life, but I think you, maybe it should move."

"There are four months left, I'll wait for that day!" Master Guo Changsheng said calmly. After saying that, he glanced at Zhang Kun deeply, and then without waiting for Zhang Kun to speak, he slowly opened the door and left with the purple clay pot.

Zhang Kun sat in the bathtub, looking at the empty room, and then looking at the motionless Xuanwu Armor on the ground.

"Are you eighty kilograms?" Zhang Kun murmured, it's impossible.

Although Zhang Kun was a little complacent when he was told by Master Guo Changsheng, he felt a little complacent when he thought of the words 80 kilograms, and his whole body seemed to be much heavier.

Eighty kilograms...

Zhang Kun's head was hanging on the edge of the bathtub, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling of the room, and his mind was in chaos.

At this time, Master Guo Changsheng, who had walked out of the room, came to a dark corner outside the room with a purple clay pot, where a black shadow stood quietly.

"Brother, fifty kilograms of Xuanwu Armor? You really think of me. Every ten kilograms added behind the Xuanwu Armor is a heavy burden. Fifty kilograms, let alone now, I probably can't wear them even when I was at my peak." The figure in the dark smiled bitterly, it was Guo Changping.

"And, eighty kilograms of black tung armor? Did you really do that? Do you think someone can wear that thing?"

"After putting on the weight of 80 kilograms, let alone boxing, I guess people can't even walk."

"Not to mention Cangzhou today, even during the Republic of China period, it is recognized as the number one master in Cangzhou in the past century, and the gun god Li Shuwen, I guess he can't bear it. Do you think Zhang Kun can do it?"

"I said, brother, hurry up and remove the 80 kilograms of that. It will waste materials if you make it. There is not much iron wood." Guo Changping said hurriedly.

Before this, he only knew that his elder brother would have newly customized a heavier Xuanwu armor, but he never expected that his elder brother would actually make eighty kilograms.

Is that thing something human being can bear?

Even if you make it, it can only be left alone and waste materials. Instead of doing this, it is better to make a few more sets of thirty kilograms and 20 kilograms.

Faced with Guo Changping's constant persuasion, Guo Changsheng suddenly fell down and turned to look at Guo Chang's plain words.

"You think it's impossible?"

"Hey, I don't know who I have said that the three flowers gathered in the top and five Qi Chaoyuan a few days ago. Since that legendary realm is possible, what is the eighty kilogram of Xuanwu armor?"

"What I said to Zhang Kun inside was not all lying to him. It was eighty kilograms. Maybe others couldn't wear it, but Zhang Kun was really unsure."

"Don't you often say that he is not human? What is non-human? It is only when you can do things that ordinary people cannot do. "

"Others can't do it, but do you guarantee that Zhang Kun will definitely not do it?"

"So what if eighty kilograms of black wu armor are made? Even if it is wasted, it will be wasted, but if..."

Guo Changsheng's eyes froze: "If there is no waste, then the name of the world's number one master will belong to."

"The best in the world?" Guo Changping's eyes froze and murmured these four words.

"Yes, the best in the world!" Guo Changsheng looked up at the bright moon in the sky. Zhang Kun, can you accomplish such a miracle?
Chapter completed!