Fist Godzilla

Chapter 2 fighting, so much fun!
Eight years later.Kamurocho, Tokyo.

The night is dark, and this street, which is only 4000 meters long and wide, has gathered more than [-] customs and entertainment shops, and the neon lights are shining, and people are coming and going.

Whether it's a social animal who just got off work, or a JK who wants to earn some pocket money, they all vent their pressure and indulge in sensuality in this blurred and lively street.

However, the well-known Mahe Bowling Alley on this street is different from the past, and put up the sign of "Closed Business" early.

Although it is only a wall away from the lively street, it seems to be far away from the busy city, and it does not feel the slightest heating.

This is a man-made, dead corner of the city.

In the most spacious hall of the Maher Bowling Alley, the original bowling equipment has been sent to the warehouse.

Instead, standing there was a surging crowd.

There are elites in suits and leather shoes, and there are also extreme Yakuzas with open arms and tattoos.

If an ordinary person walks here accidentally, it's like entering another world.

"Hey, hey! Kill him! Black-spotted snake!"

"Let that little bastard from the countryside see what Tokyo standards are!"

"Does the third-rate 'Red Sand' still want to challenge the big sign of 'Bishamon'?"

Banknotes were dancing in the crowd, their pupils were bloodshot and their voices were hoarse, like irrational beasts.

In the frantic scene, everyone's attention was focused on the open space in the center of the field.

There are three people in the open space, one is the referee, and the other two are the contestants of tonight's "underground duel".

"Oh? Are you still a big billboard? Terrible!"

The black-haired young man, who is handsome even in Hinomoto Entertainment World, chuckled with interest after hearing interesting information from the roar of the crowd.

The other contestant standing opposite him was about [-] meters tall in a pair of fighting shorts, with broad shoulders, a thick waist, and a thick neck.

Look at the muscles that seem to stretch the skin, weighing at least 100KG.

The whole figure is like a standing cuboid.

Even a layman who has only been in contact with fighting for a few days can know that this body type is not easy to mess with!

What caught the black-haired youth's attention the most was the pair of palms that were so big that they affected the proportions of the body and the coordination of movements.

Considering that "Bishamon" is an underground fighting organization in Japan only under "Fist Wishes" and "Purgatory", as a big signboard, there should be no doubt about the strength of the black snake. This incongruity may be due to It may be the opponent's advantage.

The black-haired young man observed his opponent. In the frantic atmosphere around him, and under the opponent's eyes as if he was looking at a dead person, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

Sure enough, fighting was so much fun!
"If I were you, I wouldn't be smiling so happily."

The big man spoke expressionlessly.

And his eyes were still bitingly cold.

"Of the 178 people who fought me again, only one-third left alive. Among those who left alive, another one-third committed suicide because of physical disabilities."

"It seems that you are very confident in your twisting skills. That's right, after all, your nickname is 'Snake'."

The black-haired youth grinned.

Seeing that the young man didn't change color at all, but saw Lie Xinxi's happy smile instead, the big man nicknamed "Black Spotted Snake" gradually became more murderous.

"'Bishamon' has investigated you, Baitang mirror.

You started practicing martial arts at the age of eight in the countryside of Fukushima Prefecture. You studied hard. No.It should be said that you learned to be very fierce, eager to become stronger like a hungry animal thirsting for food. "

Speaking of this, the expression of the big man finally changed.

Whoever Ren saw in the data that when an eight-year-old child was practicing martial arts, he asked the coach to practice sparringly without holding back, and then came to class the next day even though his nose was bruised and his face was limping, rain or shine. After the experience of the year plan, you can't calm down, right?

"I didn't join underground fighting until I came to Tokyo a year ago. Although I have never lost since my debut, your opponents are just unknown people!
Not everywhere can a genius like Imai Cosmos come out! "

The big man's expression calmed down again.

"Your fighting career ends today."

Bai Tangjing was not surprised by the outflow of his information.

He chuckled and squinted at the big man opposite, "There's so much nonsense."

The blood vessels on the opposite head suddenly bulged.

"Both sides are in place!"

The referee's high-pitched and passionate voice sounded at the right time.

"'Red sand' vs' Bishamon', the last round of the group duel, both sides are ready!"

The big man suppressed the anger in his heart, his face became more stern, he lowered his center of gravity, his huge hands were shrunk on both sides of his head, and he assumed a posture similar to grabbing.

But looking at the standing posture under his feet, it is a bit like a karate configuration.

Bai Tangjing stood sideways, with the arm facing the enemy around his waist, and the other hand resting behind his chin.

Legs apart, arch forward and rear horse.Put on a combat alert pose.

Seemingly unintentionally, he glanced at the opponent's lower limbs, without the obstruction of his clothes, he could clearly see the knotted muscles on his legs.

That's not how you can hit with a side kick or kick in the lower section and destroy the center of gravity.

"Should I say it's a big billboard? It's starting to be interesting."

Before the formal action, Bai Tangjing had already noticed that this time the opponent was different from the previous ones.

"ready, go!"

The referee standing between the two dropped his palm like a knife.

With this swipe, it seemed as if the last thread of tension had been cut!

The big man rushed towards Baitang mirror in an instant.

Strong lower body strength and huge weight made his charge even bring a gust of wind!The ferocity of the momentum is like a car rushing over!

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