Fist Godzilla

Chapter 53 [Monster] and [Monster]

"Huh? [Monster]? Just the little guy? He's even wearing casual clothes!"

"Is the famous boxing club so reluctant to even find a gimmick? Hey! Be serious!"

In the arena of death, pass the world's top stage equipment.

Whether it's the players' facial expressions or subtle speech, they can be clearly seen by tens of thousands of people in the auditorium.

Therefore, after Julius and Baitangjing appeared one after another, the noise in the auditorium was like waves.

Standing more than [-] meters tall, wearing regular clothes, the muscular Baitangjing is already considered a "big man" in the eyes of ordinary people.

But everything has to be compared.

When playing with Julius, the boy's physical data. No!The physical data of the fighters of the entire boxing club!

——Compared to him, they are as weak as dolls!

The top of the boy's head could only reach the height of his chest in front of him.

Wearing only a pair of bodybuilding briefs, standing in front of her muscular body is like a mountain of living muscles!
Under the gaze of Julius looking down, even the lights of the meeting place could not shine on the upper body of Bai Tangjing.

Buried in the shadows, as if he already had half his life, being swallowed by the [monster] on the opposite side!

"Don't you want to change your clothes?" The muscular man asked blankly. "Beforehand, I hate jerks who prepare excuses for their failures in advance."

Put the big fist on the side of Bai Tangjing's ear, and slowly clenched it.

"Crunch -- if you're that kind of guy, I'll break every bone in your game."

The referee on the side was sweating profusely, looking like he wanted to step forward to keep the two of them calm before the match in accordance with professional ethics, but he didn't dare to step forward due to the biological survival instinct.

On the other hand, the young man with his fist in his ear smiled freely.

"Don't worry, uncle." Bai Tangjing tugged at the collar indifferently, "The fighters before me wore less because they wanted to reduce movement resistance and reduce the place for opponents to grasp, but I don't Need. After all, if you call me
This game is not fair to you. "

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"Huh-" After a brief silence, Julius withdrew his frightening fist. "Isn't it a softie, but an egomaniac? That's good, at least it won't be annoying."

The atmosphere that seemed to ease down gave the referee a brief moment of courage.

He hurriedly lowered his arms as if he was attacking a needle, and then backed away as if fleeing for his life.

"Game start!"

"boom!"

The roar of the fist almost fell at the same time as the voice!
Bai Tangjing even kept his whole body relaxed.

Julius' clenched giant fist hit his abdomen!
It is inconsistent with the image of ordinary people that the bigger the body, the less agile it is.

Julius Reinhardt is a [monster] who can drag a body of 200 kilograms and run out of racing-level acceleration!
And his fist will only be faster than his body!More fierce!
The fist with the size of a human head was imprinted on the boy's body, sinking deeply into the soft abdomen with an aura that almost pierced through the flesh.

The surrounding sand and soil were blown out by the aftermath of the force of the physical collision, creating a circle of sand and dust waves.

Twist, swing, exert strength!
The [monster] shaped by biotechnology didn't stop there, the muscles all over his body were like a spring with two stages of force.

Stepping forward with a lunge, he punched Bai Tangjing's abdomen with his fist, forcefully pushing him away!
"Swish-"

The circular air wave didn't even have time to subside before it was broken by the air current brought up by the knocked-up human body.

Bai Tangjing was almost in an exaggerated posture like a cartoon, his feet were kicked off the ground, and with the sound of howling wind, he slammed into the concrete wall on the edge of the arena!

"Oh!"

The indestructible cement wall in the eyes of ordinary people is no better than building blocks in this impact.

The cement wrapped the steel bars inside and flew out.

The turbid smoke rose to a height of at least three meters!

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Shocked by Julius' extremely violent performance, the audience in the Deadly Arena were speechless.

But immediately afterwards, there was a roar like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

"Wow!!!!!"

"This strength! This indescribable muscle strength! This is a man!"

"[Monster]! [Monster]! [Monster]!"

"That [monster] is simply a coward! How can it be compared with Julius!"

The audience's voice is the peak since the start of the boxing wish!

And the fighters who sat in the special seats and watched from a close distance all looked at the mountain of muscles that had slowly retracted their fists with dignified and disbelieving eyes.

"Wakatsuki, that kind of power." The blond-haired, beautiful-faced Kouniverso Imai stretched out his finger to the arena, his mouth closed in shock, "with that kind of punching movement that can be called an 'amateur', he can punch more than [-] people in less than a second. The weight of kilograms flew at least [-] meters away."

Samurai Wakatsuki who sat next to him understood what he meant.

If it was him on the court, would he be able to do this?

Samurai Wakatsuki, with a calm personality, calculated in his heart.

But it was the first time in his life that he saw someone of the same kind in "strength", which made him unable to answer this question at all.

After pondering, he could only frown tightly and remain silent.

And at the highest level of the arena, it will only be allocated to the VIP boxes of the dignitaries and wealthy people from various countries.

The old man with half of his face burnt and melted was just sitting in an elegant and luxurious seat, holding a glass of expensive red wine, watching the real-time battle situation in front of him.

In the shadow behind him, there is Ren Nikaidou who has been plastered again, and Masaki Meguro who still looks like a beast even though he is injured.

"So," Hayami Katsuki was shaking his wine glass, "is this kid, a little thing who dared to mix into the fist and wish to die without knowing the heights of the world, and injured us during the siege?"

"Yes, boss."

"I'm not doing my job well," the grim-faced old man casually propped his chin and raised his legs, "but it doesn't matter. After all, there is nothing that can be called an obstacle in front of Julius' muscles."

As he spoke, he raised his wine glass in front of his eyes.

It's like giving up watching a game scene that has become boring.

The real-time battle scene on the TV was dyed a layer of bright red through the wine glass.

And Ren Nikaidou behind him, through the reflection of the glass and the red wine, can see the hideous and frightening half of his face
—that devilish smile!

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