Fist Godzilla

Chapter 63 Play!

"Huh? What's wrong with the twisting skills that have been formed!"

The outspoken Okubo Naoya immediately refuted Baitangjing with confidence.

But before he finished speaking, the situation on the field made him choke.

That [Punisher] Agu Gu Qingqiu actually broke free from the wringer of the small universe!

"Hey, are you kidding me?!" Okubo calmed down for a while, still unable to believe, "That perfect twist will be broken?"

This simply violated the common sense of his more than ten years of fighting career!

It was Kaneda Sueyoshi, who was the first to make a prediction, to accept the reality first.

He said in a deep tone.

"Getting free. But it's not easy to win."

Soon, Imai Cosmos on the field was as expected and was beaten badly.

Arms, ribs, legs.
Bruises, bleeding, and even a piece of meat was directly bitten off by the other party!

It even made people doubt for a while whether this genius would just die on the field like this.

But he made it through!

Just like the protagonist of a manga, Imai Cosmos, who shouted "I am the King of Stranglers", locked Aguya Kiyoaki once again in a situation that could be called crushed!
And this time, he solved the opponent neatly.

"I can't understand it." Okubo Nao also felt his head in a daze as if his world view had been impacted. "No. Why can he break free the first time! How can he lock the second time in that situation!"

(I thought it was an exaggeration when I saw it at the time. The first time I was able to break free of that level of choke! Then I lost the second time?)
An arm in a cast patted his shoulder reassuringly.

"Okay, don't get entangled in your worldview. You see, although the small universe won, but the price is to be injured like that, and it will definitely not be able to fight in the next game. Is there a balance in your heart?"

At this time, Bai Tangjing looked at the handsome white-haired black-skinned guy with a puzzled face.

"Huh? This kind of injury, broken cervical spine, damaged internal organs, etc., aren't they all minor injuries?"

"Small injury? Are you serious?" The handsome guy in the plaster cast looked at Bai Tangjing like an alien, "How could you have such an idea?"

"That's right!" Kaneda Suekichi also looked at the boy strangely, pointing at the plaster arm beside him, "Have you heard any urban ghost stories? Just look at Ryo Himuro's arm and you know it's impossible."

Then Bai Tangjing confidently recommended to Himuro Ryo his senior, Dr. Yingchu from the Faculty of Medicine at the University of Tokyo.

That fellow Julius had a fractured neck bone in the morning, and the gold content of eating, drinking and having fun in the afternoon, do you understand?
"Just go to the doctor in the medical room. This kind of injury can be fixed in minutes!"

"But last time I went to the medical room to get medicine." Himuro stared blankly at Bai Tangjing, "He said that there is no other way for my hands to rest."

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"what???"

This time, Bai Tangjing, who was full of confidence in his seniors, was also fooled.

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Doubts about "broken neck bone = minor injury. Broken arm = nothing to do" even made Bai Tangjing so dazed that he didn't pay much attention to the subsequent duel between Ten Ghost Snake King Ma and Wu Lei'an.

But Bai Tangjing, who glanced once in a while, honestly didn't think this kind of confrontation was very nutritious for him.

Both sides are transformed, and when they fought, they transformed into pure hard steel players.

One party was covered in blood red like Shura, but after transforming, he couldn't master the rough power, and he couldn't even use the moves of Erhuliu.

One side has purple skin and looks like an evil spirit, but from the beginning to the end, he has been deliberately suppressing the skills of the Wu clan that has been practiced to the bone, and the water is like buying spinach.

And when the demon of the Wu clan was seized by Ouma and hammered on the face several times, the referee announced Shura's victory.

Amid the audience's endless cheers, Bai Tangjing's glasses reflected the flashing lights all over the venue, and got up from his seat.

"Crackling-is it time for me to play? I'm really looking forward to it, [Tiger] with fifty-two times the muscle density."

Takeshi Wakatsuki is currently the player with the most victories in the boxing club, so the information is not a secret at all.

The young man who already knew the opponent's basic information chuckled with interest, released and clenched his palms with a toothache sound, and walked towards the corridor where the contestants came out.

The figure that has changed to a fighting mentality has faded from the gentleness in daily life.

Gradually, a ferocious aura that was not inferior to that of the demon and Shura on the field just now rose up.

The friends I just met not long ago seemed to feel something immediately.

It was like the dangerous feeling of a sword blade braving red light in the middle of the eyebrows in a steelmaking furnace.

The lively gag suddenly fell silent.

The eyes were solemn at the same time, looking like a young man who had changed.

"Tsk, I just saw your star-like appearance today," Okubo smacked his lips, "I forgot what kind of [monster] you are when you fight."

And Suekichi Kaneda, who was the closest to the boy, couldn't help but sweat coldly, putting his hands into the sleeves of his kimono.

It seems that there are no waves, but this is the battle posture in ancient Jiu-Jitsu, lowering the opponent's vigilance in order to suddenly attack!

Only Saeko, who was sitting close to Baitang mirror, still had a beautiful, gentle and loving smile.

"Then, go and come back."

The temperature of the boy's skin plummeted.

In the player preparation room.

While it's important to watch opponents play live to gain intelligence, the noise and chaos of the arena is always an unavoidable factor.

So this is actually the place where most of the pro-combat fighters adjust their status and prepare to go on the field.

Samurai Wakatsuki, with short yellow hair and a small beard, was sitting on a bench in the preparation room.

Wearing only a pair of combat shorts, his muscles as solid as rocks were exposed to the air.

A headphone cable protruding from a Walkman with no light on the screen was plugged into the man's ear.

He just wears headphones that don't play music, waiting to play.

"Snapped"

The door to the preparation room was opened.

"Wakatsuki," the president of Furukai Pharmaceutical, a middle-aged man with curly curly hair, came to the man's side familiarly.

He also saw the unactivated Walkman, "Oh? Are you still afraid now?"

He is very familiar with the pre-match habits of Wakatsuki Samurai in front of him. After all, the two of them have been friends since the Samurai was young.

"Of course I will be afraid. Even though I have played so many games, I will still be afraid. I can't adapt to it anyway. I can only concentrate on suppressing it like this."

Wakatsuki stared blankly at the Walkman in his hand.

"But this time I'm extra scared! Gu Hai!"

"Huh?" Gu Hai leaned in front of the samurai, not understanding why this fighter, who had returned to the arena and returned to the arena, said this after fighting the strongest and most dominant Mietang Zhiya.

Immediately, his pupils shrank violently.

"This is!"

Furumi stared at the Walkman in Wakatsuki Takeshi's hand in astonishment.

I saw that Walkman, except for the upper part of the screen, the lower part has been completely crushed into pieces of components by a strange force!
"Wakatsuki, this, this!" Furukai's explosive head broke out in cold sweat, as if what he saw was not a pile of component fragments, but a pile of bombs that were about to detonate!

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