Mu Yangren talked about business here, while the children of Huaqiang class went to play in groups of three or five. All kinds of activities in the carnival were quite interesting, and the winners who participated would be encouraged by the prizes.

Because the organizer of this carnival is the wealthy Super Basin Organizing Committee, the various prizes in the carnival are very good souvenirs. It contains gadgets that can assist in cultivation, small accessories that can stabilize spirits, and weapons suitable for low-level psychopaths...

Zhang Dongfeng, Wang Yizhen, Li Jin and Wang Chaoqun are flirting with their eyes and searching for beautiful ladies, which looks particularly vulgar - Liu Xin, a recognized scumbag in Huaqiang class, all feel that they are too vulgar.

"You are so enough! You can't catch a young lady like this!" Liu Xin taught with regret: "You must show a gentle attitude and hide the wolf ambitions in your hearts."

"Let's just take a look..." Wang Chaoqun whispered.

Liu Xin: "No prospect! Alas... You don't look like the prince when wearing dragon robe like this... There is another way-Miss Midi likes strong people. If you can gain an advantage in the game and show your manly charm, there should be a young lady coming to ask you out."

Zhang Dongfeng and the other two nodded repeatedly: "I've been taught, I've been taught. Let's sign up now!"

Wang Chaoqun found a match that suits him - the Daliwang game. He filled out the registration form and walked into the venue. Zhang Dongfeng, Wang Yizhen, and Li Jin all cheered him: "Come on, Lao Wang! Try to pick up a young lady and come back!"

"This is the Great King Championship! The competitions that come to participate are all powerful people from various high schools!" The host shouted: "Do you want to be the strongest person? Then come to the Great King Championships to prove yourself!"

Muscle-type abilities are not rare. The United States also has many muscle-type abilities, and Midi's muscle-strengthening system is higher than that of China. I don't know if it is a genetic problem or a local feature.

So there are many people who come to participate in the championship. Wang Chaoqun seemed particularly lonely among the black and white people - he was the only yellow person in the audience. There are also yellow people on the Midi side, but the yellow people on the Midi side are Indians. Few Indian awakened people have muscle strengthening systems, but more sensory strengthening systems. Most of the muscle strengthening systems in Midi are black or white.

The Power King game is very simple. You only need to punch a special boxing target. The target is traitful and can withstand the hits of level 5 peak muscle strengthening psychics, which is completely enough for these students to ravage.

There are ten targets in total, so the players compete in a group of ten, and each group only chooses the strongest one to enter the next round of the game. The second round of the game is more intuitive - arm wrestling. No matter what buff skills you release, as long as you can beat the opponent's wrist, it will be considered a victory.

The competition can be said to be very consistent with the characteristics of the muscle-strengthening psycho--simple and rough, and select the strongest player in the simplest way. Just as the competition was about to begin, Wang Chaoqun suddenly realized that Mu Yangren actually came to the waiting area for the players with an registration form.

"Class Old...why are you here?" Wang Chaoqun asked tremblingly.

Mu Yangren browed: "Do you think I want to come? Your master's wife has taken a fancy to the small jewelry for the last winner-you know that women are like giant dragons, and they can't walk when they see the shining things."

"Is it still time for me to withdraw from the competition?" Wang Chaoqun asked the staff around him.

Before the staff could reply, other contestants laughed: "The yellow-skinned monkey should go back to the zoo to eat bananas! This is a game for the meat eaters! You might as well get back!"

Wang Chaoqun glanced at the man in the same group who mocked him in anger: "Do you dare to make a bet? Those who lose are called dad!"

"Hmph! Bet! Wait and call Dad! Hey, Johnny, I have a son! I'm a Chinese!" A curly-haired student smiled at his companion. He was a third-level muscle-strengthening superpower, and his strength was definitely higher than a second-level slag.

Mu Yangren was in the last group, and he held his arms and watched the fun with a smile. If Catherine hadn't liked the last prize jewelry, he wouldn't have participated in this competition to abuse the food! He always felt a little ashamed when he came out to compete with the children, although he seemed to be on the same side as these children...

The competitions of groups of one by one quickly passed, and it was finally Wang Chaoqun and the guy who mocked him for the competition. Wang Chaoqun clenched his fists and said, "Remember, if you lose, call him dad!"

"Group 7! Start the game!" the referee announced.

Wang Chaoqun and the curly young man looked at each other and walked to their respective target positions to hit them hard. The curly young man took the lead and hit the target with a straight punch. The target was knocked down, and the power of his punch was displayed on the monitor: 3912KG.

It is not easy to have more than 3,000 kilograms of boxing power. This is already the strength of the third-level peak muscle-strengthening psychics in non-combat mode. During the carnival event, all muscle-strengthening psychics will not transform in the first round. They all maintain their original figures to compete, and they will only transform and exert their strongest strength in the second round.

The curly-haired young man was very satisfied with his results. He looked at Wang Chaoqun as provocatively. A small second-level supernatural abilities should have withdrawn from the competition. If he wants to make his mark in the Power King Championship, he must have at least a third-level supernatural abilities.

Wang Chaoqun stood there and brewed for a while. He set off his fist. He stabbed his arm like a big gun. This trinity of thorny spirit swept across the target with the momentum of wind and thunder. The target fell down in response to the sound, and the numbers on the display shocked everyone's eyes-4872KG!

"Wow! There were more than 4,000 results in our Power King Championship! It's amazing!" The host said in surprise. You should know that the 4,000 kilograms of fist strength are the power that only the fourth-level superpower muscles possess, but Wang Chaoqun is obviously just a second-level superpower, which is very amazing.

The curly-haired young man stood there in a daze. He really couldn't believe that Wang Chaoqun could actually score more than 4,000. This is unscientific! This is not a supernatural ability!

But Wang Chaoqun said that this is very martial arts! What Chinese martial artists are studying is how to exert force and how to exert more powerful destructive power with the same force. Wang Chaoqun learned the direct Xingyiquan, and his Xingyi big gun can really increase its power by nearly twice. If he is allowed to punch normally, he can hit nearly 3,000 kilograms of power, but once he uses the Xingyi big gun technique, his power can reach nearly 5,000. This is the power of the way of exerting force, and this is the power of the national martial arts.

Everyone in Wang Chaoqun's family practices martial arts because martial arts can help them exert hundreds of percent strength. Wang Chaoqun's national martial arts system has just been in the Ming Jin period. If he enters the dark Jin period, his strength increase will be greater and more terrifying!

"Come on, call you dad!" Wang Chaoqun grinned and said, "If you don't ask, let's find a ring to have a friendly exchange. I will beat you until you call you dad!"
Chapter completed!