Fist Godzilla

Chapter 69 [Magic Spear] Promise
It was not easy to get rid of Doctor Yingchu's almost fanatical thirst for knowledge.

Bai Tangjing returned to the spectator stand.

"Welcome back, Mirror."

Saeko greeted him with a smile.

The three people next to them clicked their tongues.

"Hey hey hey! You bastard," Himuro Ryo waved his plastered arm, the corners of his mouth twitching uncontrollably. "Did you not even go to the medical room after taking such a heavy blow?"

Bai Tangjing, who put on his glasses again, smirked and raised his right hand, which was still flexible.

"Huh? With an injury of this degree, it will be fine on the way to the medical room, right?"

"Yes, yes!" Okubo, who was beside Ryo Himuro, also echoed, "Wouldn't it be necessary to put a plaster cast on a mere arm injury?"

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"Ice Arm" Himuro Ryo——Silence.

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Yulei Ling under Golden Entertainment is in the middle of a battle with Burmese boxer Sapain.

Yulei Ling's lightning-like, almost unreasonable speed caught Bai Tangjing's attention.

But soon, when the analysis results of the brain were released on the retina, this interest disappeared.

"The shinbone that has been modified by specialized training, um... is really an exaggeration, is it almost a recurved structure?"

"With this brain wave state, it seems that special spiritual practice is needed to assist?"

When the two most special characteristics of the brain are found out, the teenager's desire for this kind of super fast technology disappears.

Because Bai Tangjing has always been sober, the promising dragon blood internal force is the foundation of his life.

And will this technique of specially training human organs to distort them affect the condition of the meridians of the legs?
Bai Tangjing, who has just started with dragon blood internal energy, dare not use his shallow knowledge to make inferences in the absence of reference samples.

Bai Tangjing is not going to put his bright future, and a mere high-speed mobile technology, on both ends of the gambling table.

After the battle between Yulei Zero and Sapain, Bai Tangjing, who had been casually chatting with Saeko, slowly straightened up on the seat.

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Saeko, who was puzzled by the change in the boy's attitude, followed the boy's gaze to look at the big screen.

Immediately understood.

[Magic Gun] Kuroki Xuansai VS [War God] Takemoto Jiuan

Then Saeko's expression became quiet.

"Uncle Takemoto's game, is his injury okay?"

"This match is not a matter of injuries, Saeko." Bai Tangjing's eyes followed the appearance of a man standing upright like a black bear in the corridor!
The seriousness and excitement in the young man's eyes also reached their peak at this time!

"Master is not a martial artist who would be defeated by that level of injury."

"But Kuroki Xuanzhai's knowledge of him only lasted for a few minutes in the first round. But even those few minutes were enough for me to conclude that this man——is the strongest in this Desperate Match One of the few people!"

"In other words, will Uncle Takemoto lose?"

Saeko looked at the two people who were already facing each other on the field and murmured.

She places absolute confidence in her lover's judgment.

But the old man who has been known as "War God" throughout Japan since he came into contact with it when he was young
It's really hard for Saeko to imagine the opponent's defeat!
"Both sides are ready!"

The senior referee of Boxing Wish Club stood between the two contestants and carefully confirmed the two contestants.

But before he swung his arm down, the burly old man in kimono spoke.

"Heimu Xuanzhai?" The old man rubbed his chin, with an uncertain tone, "I remember your master's inheritance. Strange wrist?"

For an old man who has been in the Japanese martial arts world for decades, a person like Kuroki Xuanzhai.

He has gained fame in the world, and he can be called a rising star who is too good.

To learn about his school and mastery, it's just a question of whether or not he wants to, not a question of whether or not he can.

The connections that the old man has accumulated throughout his life are such convenient and powerful things.

"To be known by [War God]." The stern man with a black bear-like physique and sprayed hair lowered his head slightly to show respect for his predecessors. "It's an honor."

His height and body width were not much different from the old man's, but from the side view, his almost doubled body thickness still showed the gap between the man who was a mature martial artist and the old man.

"Oh, oh!" The old man hurriedly waved his hands, "Don't worry about such things."

"After all, compared to the person you talked about at the end of the last round, this title is really not up to the table."

"Oh, Your Excellency Guo Haihuang?"

Speaking of this, Kuroki Xuanzhai also understood why this old senior who was rumored to "prefer a cute disciple who can have a good fight immediately" would initiate a conversation on the eve of the battle.

After all, the name that is almost equivalent to the physical incarnation of the word "martial arts" is for anyone who is interested in the way of martial arts.

They all exude the allurement like rain from the sky to those who walk in the desert!

Come to think of it, even the [War God], who was rumored to be like a "war madman", would not be dissatisfied if he wasted a few minutes for this name before the battle.

"The intersection between me and that lord was finished at the end of the last competition."

Kuroki Xuanzhai was still stern and calm no matter his eyes or face.

It is like the perfect interpretation of "immovable as a mountain" in martial arts and art of war.

"Really, that's how it is." The old man lowered his head, as if he felt lost after his dream was gone. "Is there only one day's guidance?"

But as the words fell, a chilling horror rose from the old man's low figure.

It seemed that there was something inhuman in the old man's body, which was about to tear this body apart from the inside out, roaring into the world.

The originally professional and calm senior referee was already sweating and took a few steps back unconsciously.

And the auditorium watching the live game through the big screen on the field was also being inexplicably silenced as if the mute button had been pressed.

And standing opposite the old man, Hei Muxuanzhai, whose expression was like a rock from the beginning to the end, also shrugged his shoulders slightly as if reacting to stress, and lowered his center of gravity.

"Am I forced into a fighting state?!"

The powerful karate master who used a wine jar to block rifle bullets within a distance of several meters was shocked by the spontaneous and violent reaction of his body.

The old man's words continued.

"But judging from your talent, that is to say" when the hoarse voice was squeezed out from the old man's open lips, it seemed to be tainted with a layer of horror.

"Even if it's just for one day.

Even if it's just a mere difference.

Can you live a few tricks with that 'incarnation of martial arts' today? ! "

"If you can do it now"

After a slight silence, Kuroki Xuanzhai lowered his head slightly again.

"Then, I will grant your wish at the 'appropriate' time."

"Understand."

On the face of the burly old man, he couldn't help laughing wildly because of his excessive excitement.

The old but still thick arms retracted into the big sleeves of the kimono, and then stretched out from the neckline!
The kimono hangs down to the waist, and the muscular upper body is exposed to the air!
"As long as you hit your poor skills, it's the 'right' time. Right!"

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