When he got home, Fali was very happy to see Chen Zhao come back.
She was a bit worried, but she wasn't too frightened.
She knew that even if Chen Zhao was asleep, he wouldn't be in any danger.
He'd just slept for 24 hours, so he was still very energetic.
Chen Zhao didn't know when he'd fall asleep again.
Because of Nimble, Chen Zhao's schedule was completely messed up.
Fali made Chen Zhao a cup of coffee, but Chen Zhao held the cup and didn't drink it. He just stared at the steam in a daze.
On the other hand, Chen Zhao was thinking about what the handsome guy had told him.
In the end, Chen Zhao decided to enter the River Map and ask Old Turtle for advice.
"Old Turtle, I have something to ask you."
Chen Zhao told the whole story. Of course, he purposely avoided mentioning the handsome guy's identity.
He only said that he was a very good friend.
"It's a good thing for you," Old Turtle said.
"Oh? How is it good? "
"Usually, you have to return someone else's power, and there's interest," Old Turtle said. Old Turtle said, "That's why there's a sacrifice. But you're borrowing power that doesn't belong to anyone. It's like if you go to a public place and make a scene, you'll have to pay the price. But if you go to the wilderness, no one will care even if you take a dump anywhere you want."
Old Turtle's words reassured Chen Zhao. Old Turtle paused and continued, "Of course, it's not all good.
"Of course, it's not entirely a good thing. After all, this power is lent to you, so it won't become your power. And according to what you said, the other party's strength is much higher than yours, which means that you have to bear this power that doesn't belong to you. When the power is in your body, there may not be any side effects, but if the power leaves your body, then the side effects will follow. An ordinary person may be able to carry two or three hundred kilograms of things with the help of others, but when the things are put down, it's very likely that they will break bones or even be paralyzed."
"So, I might hurt myself when I use someone else's power?"
"Yes." Old Turtle nodded. "So, you need to train your body. Even though your body is much stronger than humans, it's not enough for many powerful beings. You need a stronger body."
"What should I do?"
"One is to directly increase your power," Old Turtle said. "The other is to be attacked and take damage."
"You're just a meat shield?"
"That's right."
"Then why don't you come?"
"I can't. The difference between us is too great. I might fail."
"…"
It seemed that he still had to think of a way himself.
Right, don't I have a large number of warheads and bombs?
"Old Turtle, hit me with these things."
"Hey, that's a missile, right? How did you get these things?" Old Turtle had seen them on TV before, but he had never seen the real thing.
"I looted a military base's warehouse before," Chen Zhao said directly, "but they were all outdated weapons from the 70s and 80s."
Although these things were outdated for decades, they still had some power.
Also, because these weapons were very dangerous, they were not easy to destroy.
In addition, the cost was also a problem. For example, a missile like this cost more than 100,000 USD.
As a weapons exporter, the United States sent a large number of weapons and equipment to the world every year.
Although these weapons were outdated, it was still possible to find buyers.
For example, countries in Africa or the Middle East. Of course, they were all in his pocket now.
Bang –
Old Turtle crushed a warhead with one hand.
The impact of the explosion sent Chen Zhao flying.
On the other hand, Old Turtle, who was in the center of the explosion, was unharmed.
"So powerful," Old Turtle exclaimed. Old Turtle sighed. "Maybe one day, humans can really invent weapons that can destroy the world."
Most of these weapons were mounted or airborne weapons. They weren't long-range warheads.
Generally, the warheads of load-borne and airborne missiles were used for small-scale attacks in areas, and the vehicles were usually airplanes or tanks.
Long-range warheads were mounted on rocket propellers. Usually, those mounted on rocket propellers weren't missiles … they were nuclear warheads.
Chen Zhao stood up again. The impact of the explosion was indeed terrifying.
But the power was perfect for him.
Old Turtle picked up another warhead. "Don't use your spiritual qi to block. Use your body to take the impact."
Chen Zhao grinned. He'd instinctively used magic defense just now.
If he took it head-on, he would probably be injured.
The warhead of this missile was very powerful.
Bang –
The moment the warhead exploded, Chen Zhao felt pain in his abdomen. Then he was sent flying.
Chen Zhao climbed up with difficulty. Looking down, he saw a metal fragment in his abdomen.
The muscles on his face were all scrunched up.
Old Turtle walked up to him. "You're hurt?"
"What do you think?" Chen Zhao sat on the ground. He pulled out the metal fragment and tossed it aside.
Chen Zhao hadn't felt hurt in a long time, but he was really hurt this time.
Chen Zhao had estimated that if he was attacked by a missile, even with the protection of Qingyi Armor and Dark Lava, ten missiles of this power would heavily injure him.
If he did not have any protection, three missiles would be enough to seriously injure him.
Of course, under normal circumstances, he wouldn't stand there like an idiot and let the missiles hit him.
Chen Zhao healed in the River Map for three days. Then he started to be hit by the missiles again.
Then, he got hurt again …
Since he'd chosen this cultivation method, it was inevitable that he would get hurt.
If these warheads couldn't harm him, then his cultivation would be meaningless.
After a few consecutive injuries, Chen Zhao indeed felt that his physical resistance had increased by quite a bit.
Ignoring everything else, for example, the recovery of his injuries.
For injuries like the first day, Chen Zhao could recover in less than two days.
"Chen Zhao, this time, I'll detonate three warheads at the same time," Old Turtle said.
"Okay, come on."
Boom, boom, boom –
In an instant, Chen Zhao was sent flying by the violent impact.
Then he stood up again, but what followed was an irresistible smell of pajamas.
"It's … it's happening again." Chen Zhao laid on the ground and fell asleep.
Chen Zhao had been thinking about a question. Nimbleness.
What was nimbleness?
During this time, apart from feeling sleepy, he didn't discover anything unusual about his magic power or small world.
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