Returning From Level 900 - Chapter 272 - We Won

Chen Fei looked at the bewildering number of people in front of him who desperately practiced boxing to become a master, sighing.

“Compete? I don’t think so. My motto is never to stand when you can sit.”

So the panel answered his call.

“Extreme Mountain Fist Technique simplification in progress… simplification successful… Extreme Mountain Breathing Technique”

“Extreme Mountain Breathing Method simplification in progress… simplification successful… Breathing”

Chen Fei took a deep breath.

“Extreme Mountain Breathing Method experience +1.”

“…So I can cultivate by breathing alone?”

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Luo Jun is a glorious little security guard, and also the best one, there is no one!

In the prosperous city, Luo Jun is like a fish in water with super skill and extraordinary wisdom.

The enemy was fierce and broke it with his fist.

The enemy is cunning and breaks it with wisdom.

However, the beauty and maturity of the divorced female proprietors, the unparalleled wisdom of the Bingshan president’s sister, and the heroic appearance of the police flower sister, when their intertwined love network attacked and killed, Luo Jun’s fist and wisdom had lost its effect? I can’t break it!

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The Gura Gura no Mi is known as the strongest fruit in the world of one piece.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.