Fist Godzilla

Chapter 33 Surreal

In the end, Saeko didn't make a move.

The reason is that "the master of this generation of Busujima - father Yohji Busujima, is abroad, so the treatment of you will naturally be decided by the appointed next generation master".

So a group of four walked towards the back hall under Saeko's hospitality.

While walking around, Takemoto Jiuan was still teasing.

"Oh! I promised my old friend to treat my daughter's murderous rampage, but now my daughter has even found the next generation master. I don't know if he will kill me when he comes back?"

"My father has a profound friendship with you, and I think he will let you go without pain."

Saeko, who was leading the way, smiled lightly.

Then he said seriously: "Even if father comes back and meets Jing, he will never be disappointed."

"There is nothing to question. As long as you are a warrior, you can't think that kid is bad!"

The old and the young talked happily.

But Hikari Narishima, who was one step behind the two of them, felt uneasy.

"Is the guy with glasses named 'Mirror'?. No, that's not the point."

The white-haired young man returned to his wild eyes and flicked back and forth on the two people in front of him.

"The important thing is, how strong will the guy who can make these two strong monster-like people impeccable?!"

The blood is boiling, the heart is roaring!

The door of the back hall of the gymnasium is close in front of you.

Hikari Narishima I even feel that I can feel the excitement from the soul at this time.

——He is about to truly step into the world of the "strong"!

"Wow-"

The Japanese-style floor-to-ceiling wooden door was pulled open lightly.

But what caught my eye was Bai Tangjing who was standing in the kitchen with loose hair and glasses.

His slightly skinny palm was so low that it covered the stove, and the other hand was already on the knob, with a focused expression.

"Mirror, are you...?!"

"Pa-ta-boom!"

Before Saeko asked worriedly, Bai Tangjing had already turned on the stove!
The gushing natural gas was ignited by the electric spark, blasting the air!

And the next scene made all four of them stare wide-eyed, and stood frozen under the porch!
The red and blue flames should have climbed directly onto the depressed palm.

The high temperature that carbon-based organisms absolutely cannot withstand, should have stained the fragile body with a layer of scorched black in a few seconds.

But now, that hand seemed to be protected by an invisible layer!

The unruly flame was pressed out of the depression of the bowl by the palm.

And with the lifting of the palm, the swaying red and blue plasma showed the appearance of a dragon absorbing water, connecting the human palm with the source of the flame.

When the dragon absorbs water and stretches far enough from the stove at the bottom, the middle has been finely disconnected.

Immediately, the flames in the lower section seemed to have escaped some invisible influence and returned to normal.

The flames in the upper section rose up and gathered in the palm of the hand, turning into a dreamy sphere that changed from red to blue.

The shape of the sphere in the hand is erratic, getting smaller and smaller until it disappears.

In this world bound by the cold laws of physics, "surreality" is unfolding naked in front of the four of them.

"This is... magic, right?"

The three of them were silent, only Zeyongyu spit out words that he didn't believe from his throat too hard.

And this sentence also woke up Bai Tangjing who was staring at his palm in a daze.

He was frowning originally, with a slight disappointment in his expression.

After Yuta made a sound, he turned his head to look at the crowd, and smiled slowly.

"Oh? It's really a rare visitor."

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After several people were sitting on the sofa, Takemoto Jiu'an held a teacup and looked at his youngest disciple with burning eyes.

"Your body lost at least five kilograms of fat and muscle just for the... thing?"

After pondering for a long time, "War God" managed to find an adjective that was more suitable for the situation just now from his own vocabulary.

He didn't know that this was the result of eating and drinking for several meals,

"Ah, that's right." Bai Tangjing smiled and said, "It's not difficult to get back the fat and muscles, but if you miss the things just now, it's unlikely to be there."

The young man knows the character of his master too well.

On the surface, he is a respectable old man, but in fact he is just a Wu lunatic in disguise!
as predicted.

"Stop talking nonsense! Can you fight? Right now!"

Before the young man could finish his words, the old man's muscles were throbbing and congested, almost filling his large kimono.

Compared with the old man's expression at this time, Narishima Hikari's ferocious wolf-like expression even seemed a little gentle!
The two unscrupulous teenagers who were originally sitting with Takemoto Jiu'an even fled uncontrollably under the violent aura.

"No."

Bai Tangjing, who took a sip of tea, refused softly.

But it was these two syllables that were understated, under the blessing of reading, they forcibly suppressed the old man's fighting spirit with the will of mere words!
It changed back to a calm appearance.

"It's just a semi-finished product, still under development."

Takemoto Jiu'an worked hard to arouse his blood, but found that he could not enter the fighting state no matter what.

He couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Then, the ferocious smile on the corner of his mouth widened even wider!
"Although I can't understand it, it's exciting, Kagami! I really want to have a good fight with you after finishing it!
But just that hand just now is worth sending this thing over. "

As the old man in kimono said, he took out a thick wooden plaque from his sleeve and handed it to Bai Tangjing.

After Bai Tangjing took it with both hands, he saw a big word "Fist" written on the wooden sign.

"This is the sign that represents the membership of the Boxing Association.

The goalkeepers in those members often use this thing to bet against guys outside the meeting to make a lot of money.

You should have fought like this, too.

But your master and I want to get back to fighting status, so I will do it for you. "

"Thank you very much. Have you met any interesting opponents, master?"

"No, it's just a scumbag who uses equipment to play with high-frequency sound waves during the competition." The old man took a sip of tea, nodded appreciatively to Saeko who was making tea, and Saeko also returned the salute dignifiedly.

"As punishment for cheating, I crushed the knee of one of his legs. It's barely back to normal."

"...It's terrible, master."

"In the past few years, I have improved a lot in terms of self-cultivation and self-cultivation. Earlier, I couldn't help tearing his trachea. His defense there is very weak, and it's hard for people to hold back."

The old man took another sip.

"Oh, that's right. Do you have any problems with this kid?"

The hand holding the teacup gestured to Narishima Hikari beside me.

Bai Tangjing adjusted his glasses in a gentle manner, and looked at him.Immediately felt a little familiar.

"We, met?"

"Brother Baitang, that's the time you went to look for me at Brother Yashen's place."

Facing Hakudakami's question, Yuta, who was already acquainted, introduced.

And the white-haired young man who was being introduced immediately jumped up from the sofa like a spring.

Facing Baitang mirror, he knelt down abruptly.

"I'm Narushima Hikari, please! Please accept me as a disciple!"

Kneeling so hard that the floor was shaken by his knees.

The old man holding a teacup seemed to say it carelessly.

"Although he looks like a good seedling, before becoming a teacher, he even kicked the plaque of the Poison Island style, waiting for you, the next generation leader, to decide on punishment."

As soon as the words fell, Hikari Narishima, who was lying on the ground, slammed his head on the floor.

The strength is so great that you can even see the flying blood.

"Any punishment is fine! But... as long as it allows me to continue fighting! Let me still have the hope of defeating you! I will accept any punishment!"

Startled, Bai Tangjing looked at the master who seemed to be devoting himself to drinking tea and the white-haired young man on the ground, and seemed to understand a little bit.

So he could only say a little helplessly.

"What does it mean to talk about defeating the master when you are apprenticed? Besides, I just turned sixteen."

"Eh!!!"

The unimaginable age even made Hikari Narishima stare blankly at him with his bleeding head raised.

And at the right time, he brought the topic to the burly old man who had faintly stirred up his sleeves and gestured to him.

"I don't want to accept apprentices yet. But I recommend to you, my master—"War God" Takemoto Jiu'an. I was brought out by the master himself!"

"Yes, is it?" Narishima Hikari looked hesitantly.

This old man is also undeniably strong, but is it really okay if he gives up Bai Tangjing who is already biased towards "miracle"?

"That's all!"

The old man in the kimono, who was already a little impatient, didn't care about the bad white hair, and lifted him up like a chicken, and turned them all over, facing himself.

A pair of big hands forced him to kneel down again.

"Wait, wait!"

"There's nothing to wait for! Now you are the second youngest disciple of Takemoto-ryu and the youngest disciple in terms of qualifications!

Without further ado!Give me to the hall today!Become a good man who can make people happy! "

After holding down the thumping Hikari Narishima and I knelt down, the old man was in a hurry to carry him back to the hall for exercise.

But at this moment, Bai Tangjing lowered his voice and stopped his master.

"The matter of Takemoto-ryu is over, now it's Busujima-ryu's turn, master."

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