Fist Godzilla

Chapter 59 [Martial God] vs [Beautiful Beast]

Kuroki Gensai's game was not brilliant.

If you don't have a professional vision for that crushing level of solidity and strength, even with the commentary of the film source Sheka, the impact on ordinary audiences is not even as good as the previous game, Yulei Zero's flash-like instant kill The shock came.

"Now, contestants enter the arena!" Kataka Katahara's gown fluttered like petals, "An elderly martial artist who has not been defeated for decades! The oldest contestant in this desperate competition! Countless challengers are merciless Smash the crushed Mercy【War God】!
Height 188!Weight 90KG!Under Baiye News - Takemoto Jiu'an! "

Amidst the intense stage special effects that make people's blood spurt, the burly old man with his hands in the big sleeves of his kimono walked out without haste.

"Oh, oh, it's really lively."

The old man had a kind smile on his face, and he didn't look like he was here to fight at all.While marveling, he waved to the apprentices in the stands.

And the other side.

"The man who broke into the boxing club like a comet! Beautiful and mysterious! Height 180, weight 75KG!

Under the Emperor Sakura Academy——[Beautiful Beast] Kiryu Setsuna! "

With waist-length hair and only a pair of trousers, Kiryu Setsuna walked out of the aisle like a graceful beauty.

In the auditorium, Saeko frowned slightly.

"Mirror, don't you need to remind Uncle Takemoto? Kiryu Setsuna's technique of creating a spiral will cause too much damage to the muscles, as long as he hits it once"

"Not at all, Saeko." Bai Tang mirror folded his arms with both hands, with a cheerful smile on his face. "You still don't understand Master well enough."

"Although as long as there is a fight, the Takemoto style of actual combat boxing will insert eyes, kick the crotch, insult, intimidate...everything is used. But...
That was after the battle started, the two sides started to fight, and it was already tacitly decided to compete!

And if in a regular game, you want to give the master some "chips" for victory before the game.

——I'm afraid I'll be shot through my head by him! "

"Believe me," the young man smiled at Saeko as if recalling some interesting scene, "Even if you're bloodthirsty, you wouldn't want to watch it a second time."

"Game start!"

Just as the two were talking, all irrelevant people on the field had been evacuated.

Only the old and the young were left with the same atmosphere as grandparents and grandchildren.

"Young man, don't be nervous," Takemoto Jiu'an said kindly, "You can attack first."

And Kiryu Setsuna, who is as polite and courteous as a nobleman, can't see the madness when he fought Baitangjing at the moment.

With a chuckle on his pretty face, even the little secretary of the Emperor Ying Academy couldn't help but squirt nosebleeds.

He bowed slightly, "Extremely sorry, but for the meeting with Wang Majun"

"Swish-"

Before the words landed on the ground, a cloud of flying sand flew up like smoke from the feet of the slightly bowing figure, and then disappeared from the old man's sight in an instant!
【Fox Shadow Stream · Instant】!
Kiryu Setsuna, who cut into the blind spot of vision with the pace of ancient martial arts, appeared at the side of the old man within an arm's length as if teleporting.

"Please exit." The long hair fluttered, accompanied by polite words, and the palm that was thrown towards the old man's head!
[Fox Shadow Stream Rakshasa Palm]!
"Crack-boom!"

Between the rabbits rising and the falcons falling, there were two sounds of physical clashes between the two intertwined figures.

Then snapped apart again.

"Oh, this is really..." Takemoto Jiuan looked at the vortex of twisted flesh and blood on his forearm rather curiously, "It's an amazing technique!"

The violent physical deformation even tore the surface of the skin abruptly, and the blood mixed with the meat shards slid down on the sand.

Kiryu Setsuna, who was not far away, had no damage except for a footprint on the side of his waist.

Still maintaining a polite smile, he said.

"You are already old, your reflexes can't keep up with my speed, and your left hand should not move at all, right?
There is no chance of winning at all, why not just retire?
At any rate, he can still drag his remnants, lingering like an old dog. "

"Impossible!" The old man seemed not to have heard the vicious words, swinging his injured arm nonchalantly like a strip of cloth, "Isn't this just the beginning of the fun!"

Blood is spilling.

In the twisted smile of the old man, a murderous look emerged from between the sharp teeth like a knife.

And Kiryu Setsuna also seemed to take off his disguise, and put away his aristocratic demeanor. "Then...as you wish."

The distorted and frenzied face when he fought with Bai Tangjing reappeared.

"Send you back to the west!"

"Swish-"

Another puff of flying sand like green smoke appeared from under Kiryu Setsuna's feet.

Appeared within the arms of Takemoto Jiu'an again like a teleportation!
Kiryu Setsuna's twisting force started from the ankle.

Knees, hipbones, shoulders all the way to the palms!

Layers upon layers of spiral power are accumulated in the palm of your hand.

When the long-haired young man slapped the old man's head from the blind spot of his vision, a trace of boredom even flashed in his eyes.

"I wish I could meet Ouma sooner! My Ouma!"

And just when Kiryu's momentary thoughts were about to fly to someone he was dreaming of.

"Oh!"

The raised old arm hit Kiryu Setsuna's face with a fierce punch!

"what?!"

Kiryu Setsuna, who was spurting blood from his nostrils, didn't even have time to recover from his surprise.

The Rakshasa Palm, whose force structure was destroyed by punches, lost the most threatening spiral attack power.

After decades of experience in martial arts, after the old man hit the face with the back of his fist, the attacking arm did not return to defense, but took advantage of the momentum to grab the opponent's already outstretched palm that had lost the threat and was already in front of him.

"Crack!"

"Woo-!"

The sound of dislocation of the palm bones was spread throughout the audience by the stage equipment.

And Kiryu Setsuna, who was momentarily stunned by the facial attack, also let out a muffled groan at the same time.

But the ruthlessness of wandering into the underground world still made him use his free other hand to make a Rakshasa palm in a very short time, and with a wave of his hand, he scared away Takemoto Jiu'an who hadn't figured out the details of boxing.

The long-haired young man who was finally able to get away from the enemy took a breath, looked at the old man standing not far away, covered his nose and asked a horrified question.

"That... what eyes?"

"What!" The film source Shea Xiang on the commentary stage excitedly turned the view of the screen to the old man's face.

On that excitedly distorted smiling face, in those already slightly cloudy eyes, two eyeballs are moving in extremely irregular ways, doing their own thing in the eye sockets!
"Wow!"

The strange, even piercing eyes caused a commotion in the arena almost instantly.

"It's like an insect or a chameleon!" Kataga Katamoto's plump and attractive wheat-colored body is almost lying on the commentary platform. "The eyes of Takemoto Hisayasu are moving like flies! This is really a human being." Can it be done?!"

"That's right! That's what humans can do!" Jerry, who just got off the field and climbed up to the commentary stand with a simple bandage on his neck, almost leaned out of his body excitedly.

He answered the audience with his rich knowledge of martial arts.

"That's the technology called [Damn Eyes]!"

in the audience.

Bai Tangjing straightened his glasses, smiled and said to Saeko who was sitting dignifiedly beside him.

"It seems that the master is excited."

"Thinking about it this way, it seems that I haven't seen Uncle Takemoto look so happy for a long time."

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