Legend Of Dragon Lord novel Chapter 9

The morning light was faint, like a faint layer of foundation hitting Cecilia's slightly hearty face. A few strands of blond hair crawling on her cheeks softly. Her small cherry mouth was like a child sucking, making people want to kiss her.

Frank stared blankly for a while.

It was not that he had never seen a beautiful woman. Even more explicit temptations could be encountered almost every day when he was in a foreign country, and he had never been tempted. However, his heart was throbbing nonstop at this moment.

"What are you going to do?"

A sharp rebuke suddenly sounded. Frank frowned, turned and left, ignoring the sharp voice coming from behind.

The environment of the villa area was good, and the most important thing was he could meet beautiful women who also came out for morning exercises, which was very seductive.

After running ten laps and finding a quiet corner, Frank took a pose and started practicing pugilistic art. One move, one move, Frank focused on his movements, not daring to be sloppy at all. But in the eyes of others, he was just cramping. He beat continuously in the first second, and rolled on the ground in the next second, more neurotic than neuropathy.

However, they couldn’t see that with such neurotic movements, Frank’s body under his clothes was glowing with iron cyan luster. His muscles under the skin continued to roll and became stronger, the bones were further compressed with its density increased, and the blood was like a river running. A little bit of black stains mixed with sweat stains was on his head. It was fishy smell and unpleasant.

At the same time, the light around Frank became dim. It was not easy to see Frank.

Eleven minutes later, Frank stopped. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his clothes soaked with sweat, and white smoke came out of his head.

It took a long time before he calmed down.

Clenching his fists, Frank punched out suddenly.

Boom!

There was a big sound and ripples in the air. The trees in front of Frank fell suddenly, and the green leaves fell to the ground, clattering.

The corners of Frank's mouth were slightly tilted, and then his body shook rapidly, as if the picture on the TV was shaking at a very high speed, and layers of white mist emerged from him.

After more than 30 seconds, he stopped trembling. The sweat stains on Frank's body had long since disappeared. He became refreshing as usual. But his clothes appeared more worn out.

This was clearly not something that humans could do. Ordinary humans simply couldn’t withstand the tremors of such a high speed.

Frank knew it himself.

It all came down to his previous pugilistic art.

Eight years ago, he got Anonymous Fist when he went abroad. From the beginning, he could only barely make one movement. Now he could practice for eleven minutes, which took eight full years.

And the more he practiced, the more he was in awe of Anonymous Fist. Yes, it was awe.

Frank had speculated that if he wanted to complete Anonymous Fist, it would take at least two hours, which meant that he had only done less than one-tenth of Anonymous Fist.

It was this one tenth that made him the best in the underground world.

Anonymous Fist had only one function, it was to improve the user's physical fitness.

The longer he practiced for every time, the stronger he would be. Greater strength, faster speed, stronger reaction ability, lasting physical strength, sharper five senses, smarter brain...

Everything evolved to a non-human level.

Of course, Frank was more willing to believe that he was moving towards human limits.

Back at the villa, Frank saw the two sisters whispering in the dining room next to the living room. Cindy was speaking while Cecilia still had a little blush on her face and her eyes were dodgy.

Frank walked directly to the dining room, sat at the dining table, picked up a bun and took a bite. Ignoring Cindy's almost angry gaze, he admired, "Your cook is good."