"You've asked this question more than ten times this week. I've already told you that school has started, and Lord Yasha has gone to work in Tokyo. Garuda also has to go to school and is currently living in Tokyo. He won't be back for the time being." “…How, how could this happen!?” Instantly, Wu Huiliyang, an old man of nearly 100 years old, felt as if struck by lightning. His eyes were filled with tears. "Gua! -- Don't do that! Garuda leaving his beloved great-grandfather... At least don't let that happen before I die, right?!" "You're here again." "Reiichi, Horisu, go blow up that stupid Garuda school... No, blow up the entire Tokyo!" "No, Grandpa, are you crazy again?" "..." This old man who is obsessed with his great-granddaughter has been having these attacks frequently recently, but the solution is easy. Just leave him alone for a while and he will be fine. The muscular man sitting at the bottom, the legendary killer Wu Horisi known as the "Crying Ghost Boy", no longer intended to wait for Wu Huiliyang's order, and directly picked up the bowl and chopsticks to start eating. At the same time, he said with a thoughtful expression: "But speaking of this, Garuda seems to have reached an age recently, and there are male classmates who care about him. He even called me before to ask about him... It seems that he is a fighter who recently registered with Kengankai."
Wu Horixiong, who was also holding up a bowl on the opposite side, immediately showed an interested expression when he heard the words and said, "Ah? Male classmate? Fighter? Do you mean to fight in high school?" "That's about right. Before that, he seemed to have won many small tournaments. He looks like a very talented kid... Well, Garuda's judgment is trustworthy. Maybe he will bring his boyfriend with him next time he comes back." While chatting, I suddenly heard a sneer coming from the window. It was a man with short pale hair, who was leaning against the window with a bowl of rice and laughing mockingly, with an evil look. "Don't worry about whether that little brat is horny or not. If you guys keep talking, that bastard old man who's obsessed with his great-granddaughter is really going crazy, right? Hahahaha——" "!" Wu Horio suddenly seemed to have sensed something extraordinary, and with cold sweat on his forehead he looked towards the main seat, where Wu Huiliyang's eyes were completely frozen, and at the same time, an unpleasant aura emanated from his whole body. "Huh? The floor is cracking..." "...Grandpa, why are you so anxious to open the 'Liberation' when you are just having a meal?" "Hey, what's going on? Why is the master of the family destroying the house?!" For a while, the old house was in chaos. At the same time, in a residential area in downtown Tokyo, the "Tiger" Wakatsuki Samurai was filling his last glass of shochu and drinking it all. "Well, let's go." Let’s go and watch the fifth battle of that Sannomiya kid. ............................................. A battle that has not yet happened has already caught the minds of too many people, but the person involved is still fighting a battle at home that is enough to transform him again. [Hero Name: Zaun Madman - Mundo] [Health value: 4373 (current health value) / 4383 (maximum health value)] [Health value: 4363 (current health value) / 4383 (maximum health value)] ["Go Wherever You Want" (passive skill) is in effect. You will recover of your maximum health per second. ]
[Extra basic health recovery (source: Heart Steel, Guardian Horn) is taking effect. ] [Health value: 4383 (current health value) / 4383 (maximum health value)] It was like a huge tsunami caused by a killer whale, which instantly destroyed and shattered the small boat! The endless vitality from the Zaun madman Mundo continued to emerge in his body, causing the ram to fight against the sky and the earth, and fight to the point of madness! Until the middle of the night - The opponent has fallen into a deep sleep. Gong Yang Zhen stood upright at this moment, feeling that his body was still restless, intending to fight the enemy again in a battle that he could not lose, but his brain was satisfied by some intertwined inexplicable emotions, and his mind was wonderfully clear. It was really like "Now the dust is gone and the light is born, shining through the mountains and rivers." After being suppressed for too long, I was finally able to release it completely. It was like a strong man who had spent his entire life suddenly catching that inexplicable meaning. He was on the eve of obtaining the final state, and his mind was clear and the clouds were cleared. Every part of his body was like an active volcano about to release its amazing power. Every move he made made all 36 trillion cells in his body jump for joy. He could easily strike out with full strength, but was firmly locked by his flesh shell and held by his mind. (I have made all-out revisions. Shen He, I will never dare to do it again next time.) Conquer the monkey in the heart and tame the horse in the mind. This was the first satisfying experience I had in two lifetimes. Tao Jing Satsuki, you have already lost. Tao Jing Satsuki, you will never be my opponent, the person who has comprehended the unsurpassed realm of infinite firepower. So now is the time to go. "Taozi... well, are you asleep? That's good. When you open your eyes again, I will be unharmed and appear in front of you. At this moment, you should sleep well and don't worry about me." "And damn 'evil spirit', something irreversible has happened in this place you have no idea of. If it were me before tonight, I might have treated you gently out of chastity and kindness, but I'm sorry... I can't be gentle tonight." "'Evil Spirit', 'Wolf' is coming to exorcise you now!" There seemed to be peace in his eyes, but it seemed as if something was burning. Gong Yang Zhen cleaned up the messy battlefield, covered Tao Jing Wu Yue with a thin blanket, put on his underwear and sports shorts, and casually put on a gray jacket. He turned off the lights, hesitated for a moment, and left a dim night light on. Gong Yangzhen pushed the door open and went out. Before leaving, he took a last look at Taojing Wuyue who was sleeping quietly on the bed. He locked the door and went downstairs at night. And downstairs, a car had been waiting for a long time - it was Nakano Maruo. In the past, he would have been asleep at this time, but today he drove here in person to pick up Gong Yang Zhen. Unexpectedly, his mind seemed to be captured, the hair on the back of his neck stood up, and he involuntarily glanced sideways at the figure who opened the door and got into the car in the darkness. There was no light in the car, and the figure looked like an underwater whirlpool, or an underwater volcano that was about to erupt at any time. Although there was no light source, its presence was as strong as a searchlight. It was as if some kind of ferocious beast was crouching behind you, and its mere presence made you feel your life was threatened. "Let's go, Mr. Nakano." "……it is good." An unexpectedly dry sound was heard, and Nakano Maruo was surprised to find that his back was wet. He responded in a low voice and started the engine. Chapter 59 The war begins! Before coming, Nakano Maruo had thought about how to break the silent atmosphere with his own fighters in the car.
For example, asking about academic issues, talking about how the daughters are performing in school, and talking about how confident they are of defeating the enemy today. Although he was somewhat self-aware and knew that he was not a pleasant person to communicate with, the other party was his daughter's classmate, a person of his nephew's generation, and the most promising person to solve the urgent needs of his own company. He also hoped to establish a friendly relationship with the other party. However, all the expectations were completely meaningless when the other person actually sat in the back seat. Because he couldn't even breathe subconsciously now, his face was slightly red when he woke up, and his chest rose and fell violently twice before he barely recovered, his whole body was covered in cold sweat. Inhuman. An extremely vicious creature. Astonishing power. Blast to pieces. --die. He was clearly just a human being, but when they were in the same small space, his body instinctively conveyed this message to him. He no longer had the energy to start small talk; maintaining normal breathing and driving steadily was his limit. And what about Gong Yang Zhen? He stared out the window at the night view of Tokyo flowing backwards like sand in an hourglass, feeling a strange state of mind descending upon him. What mood? The tide is coming on the Qiantang River—— Today I know that I am myself! ........................ The journey of more than ten kilometers ended in silence. It was only a ten-minute drive, but it made Nakano Maruo feel like a year had passed. It was not until the familiar building came into sight that he drove into the entrance of the underground garage, as if relieved. Normally, the lights in this place would be dim, leaving just enough light for people to barely see things, but today was different. Parking in the parking space he usually used, Nakano Maruo could already see the bright lights inside. "We're here, Ram-kun." "Um...thank you, Mr. Nakano." "where." When he pushed the door and got out of the car, he could faintly hear voices inside the parking lot. Gong Yang Zhen thought for a moment, then took off his coat, shoes and socks next to the car and placed them in the back seat and under the seat respectively. He was left naked in only a pair of shorts. When he arrived at this place with voices and lights, Nakano Maruo's tense heart, which had been shrouded by an inexplicable feeling, relaxed a little. It was also through the light that he saw Gong Yang Zhen's body, which was completely different from the past. He was not as thin as in the game videos he had seen before, but more like a masterpiece of a sculptor who advocated strength and beauty. As a hospital director and doctor, Nakano Maruo can almost divide the medical muscles from the body one by one. If this is really a sculpture, it is too beautiful and too vivid. In his heart, he marveled at the other person's beautiful body, but his face was still cold. Nakano Maruo locked the car door and took the lead: "Please follow me, Gongyang-kun——
"I'll take you to the venue of this Kengan competition." Following Nakano Maruo, we walked about a few dozen meters, passed a corner, and then walked a few dozen meters further, and we arrived at the competition venue. It is called a competition venue, but in fact it is just an empty space. If you have to say something special about it, it is that compared with other places in the parking lot, this area is very clean, and there is not a single speck of garbage on the concrete floor. It is not good-looking and is nothing compared to the underground arena where Gong Yangzhen had fought before - this is probably because the boxing competition is not a performance for the general public, so a secluded place is chosen temporarily every time. There were already groups of spectators watching around him, all of whom were members of the Kengan Society. In other words, each of them is an upper-class person who runs a well-known company, supports their own fighters, and is a corporate representative registered with the Kengankai. The results of the Kengan competitions are witnessed by the members of the Kengan Club. This has been a rule since the founding of the Kengan Club. Here, they can not only collect information about other companies' fighters and the first news of commercial competition, but also have a little entertainment... That's a bet, who wins and who loses? If you bet money, if you win on the side with higher odds, you'll make a lot of money! It is worth mentioning that the odds are quite different, probably because Gong Yangzhen is just making his debut in Kengankai, and his opponent is a rising star who has fought four times and won all four games. At this moment, many people were watching and whispering, "Is that the fighter from 'Nakano'? He looks too young, but his body is really well-trained." "Did you buy him?" "How is that possible? I bought the 'Evil Spirit' for three thousand... Although the odds are not high, it is basically impossible to go wrong--" "I bet five hundred thousand, 'Newcomer' wins!" "?" Amidst the many voices that were pessimistic about Gong Yang Zhen, a clear voice was particularly eye-catching. Several people looked sideways and saw that it was a young lady in fashionable clothes. At this moment, the person in charge of the gambling game looked at the fashionable lady wearing a beret, a dark silk scarf around her neck, and a plain off-shoulder slim-fit top, with her delicate white shoulders and a corner of her arm exposed from the opening of the ruffles. He hesitated slightly, but still said, "Miss, are you sure... you only want to buy 500,000?" "Ah? I heard they only bought a few thousand. Why don't you think they bought too little?" "Well, I don't know about the others, but the gentleman you pointed at... He actually bought 30 million and bet on the 'evil spirit' to win?" "...?!" Time slowly approached the original game time, which was one o'clock in the morning. When the second hand slowly passed the mark twelve, the referee arranged by the Kengankai headquarters gave the order and the fighters from both sides were in position! Unlike ordinary underground black boxing, both sides would exchange trash talk before the fight. After all, Kengan fighting has the essence of commercial struggle, and the fighters who shoulder the heavy responsibility are relatively silent. For example, this "evil spirit" does not seem to be about to speak, but just stretches his body silently. However, the tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop. "'Evil Spirit'! Kick your opponent to pieces this time!" "Don't lose to a nobody!" "..." Most people present seemed to be optimistic about the "evil spirit", but they didn't know that this "evil spirit" was under tremendous pressure at the moment. At this moment, Sannomiya Chiyoshi, who was wearing a black Taoist uniform, looked at his opponent in front of him with a serious expression, focusing on the muscle dimensions of Gong Yang Zhen's arms, legs and torso, and then frowned and took a karate stance.
At the same time, sweat began to form on his forehead. What exactly is going on? This feeling of oppression... It's like an active volcano about to erupt! Gong Yang Zhen, who was jumping on the spot to warm up, also stopped. At this moment, he remembered what Tao Jing Wuyue said in the evening. "The Detroit Killer Hold... Oh, that's new." At this moment, Gong Yang Zhen slightly lowered his front shoulder and slightly raised his back shoulder. He lowered his left hand and protected his chin with his right hand, assuming a relatively strange posture as far as boxing is concerned. It was this posture that made the crew-haired young man opposite him startled for a moment, and then his face darkened.