Fist Godzilla

Chapter 7 Poison Island
Bai Tangjing didn't care about Hideki's decision and didn't care.

Now he has rearranged his hair, put on plain glasses, and returned to the appearance of an ordinary college student.

"Thank you for your patronage, here is your receipt."

The taxi stopped in Adachi District, in front of a small and simple gymnasium.

With the mottled light, you can see the plaque with the word "Poison Island" hanging on the side of the gate.

The driver in white gloves handed over the receipt with both hands.

Polite, yet distant.

To be honest, Bai Tangjing has not adapted to the atmosphere of this country until now.

But who cares, he is just a guy who doesn't know when his life will end.

Pursuing a comfortable atmosphere is too extravagant.

Shaking his head, he shook off the distracting thoughts in his mind.

Bai Tangjing took the receipt, looked at the long string of numbers on it, pulled out several "Fukuzawa Yukichi" from his backpack and handed them to the driver, and got out of the car.

To make money is to spend it, and the flowing funds can become influence in human society, and then turned into "power".

This is Bai Tangjing's perception of money.

What he needs is the "power" represented by money in a crisis, not a bunch of numbers lying on the account, so he spends money as much as he earns it.

After the taxi left, Bai Tangjing took out the key and opened the door of the gym.

Without turning on the lights, he walked to the back hall of the gymnasium for people to live in the darkness.

As soon as he took off his shoes and was about to enter the house, the lights in the room were brightly lit.

"Eh? Are you still asleep?"

Bai Tangjing was a little puzzled, this is not the senior sister's work and rest habits.

Immediately afterwards, the floor-to-ceiling wooden door was gently pulled open.

"Welcome back, Mirror."

It was clearly a girl's voice, but it had a familiar charm.

Behind the opened door, there was a long purple hair, dressed in a bathrobe, and a Yamato Nadeshiko-style beauty sitting kneeling.

Her face was flushed, and her pair of red phoenix eyes were gently looking at the white hall mirror outside the door, like a wife who had finally waited for her husband to come home.

But Bai Tangjing, who was wrapped in a gentle gaze, froze immediately when he was taking off his shoes.

After a long time, he squeezed his eyebrows and said very distressed.

"Senior sister, when I first came here a year ago, you were almost once every two months.

After half a year, you want it once a month.

It's been less than a week since the last time.

Isn't that what Takemoto-sensei meant for me to live here? "

The beauty smiled without saying a word, but stood up amidst the turbulent waves.

He led the melancholy Baitang mirror to the dining table inside and sat down.

Tempura, Tonkatsu, Curry Rice, Miso Soup
The plate is beautifully arranged and the aroma is tangy. It can be seen that this is a meal that the creator has devoted his heart and soul to.

Just like that, the table was full of high-calorie meals that didn't look like supper at all.

The beauty pressed the white hall mirror on the chair, and she sat opposite.

She gently handed over the only piece of tableware on the table, the meaning was self-evident.

"Mirror, please use it."

Bai Tangjing sighed as if accepting his fate, then picked up the bowl and chopsticks.

"Well, there's nothing I can do with you."

After all, there is no "I'm starting" like the Japanese people, but eating directly like a wind and clouds.

The chopsticks flew from the fingertips, almost pulling out afterimages!
A mouth is like a black hole, food is sent into the esophagus without even chewing.The speed is so fast that people worry that he will send the plate into the stomach together.

After starting to eat, Bai Tangjing concentrated on the plate in his hand.

This can be regarded as a habit since long-term cultivation, even if you eat, you must go all out!

Practicing martial arts consumes energy, and the practice of internal strength is even more so.

And Bai Tangjing, who practiced high-level martial arts in a world without aura, had food as his only source of energy.

So, when I was a child, I was just called a glutton, but when I grew up, I was a glutton!
That gluttony, every mouthful of swallowing was like a fist, and that indescribable sense of dullness was like suffocation!
Bai Tangjing once participated in the Big Eater Competition in order to supplement nutrition when he was a distressed child.At that time, his vigor when he ate even made all the contestants other than the professional big eater forget to eat!

Under the rapid metabolism of internal force, food is transformed into energy, penetrates into the body, fills meridians and repairs damage.
The huge heat brought out by the active body even slightly distorted the air on Baitang's lens!
But the purple-haired beauty who was sitting across from her now, facing the gluttonous spirit that could be called a thriller scene, her brows and eyes became more and more gentle.

".call."

After clearing out the full table, Bai Tangjing picked up the towel that had been prepared on the table and wiped his mouth, exhaling foul breath.

"Are you happy to eat?"

The purple-haired beauty stood up, walked to Bai Tangjing's side, leaned slightly and asked softly.

The slender waist, long legs, plump and tight curves are fully displayed under this movement.

But Bai Tangjing, who was served by the beauty, looked calm after getting out of the gluttony state.

“Thank you for the hospitality, it was very beautiful.!”

"bass!"

Before Bai Tangjing could finish speaking, a stern, cold light came straight to the neck of the purple-haired beauty's bathrobe, beside her plump and slender legs, accompanied by the sound of breaking wind.

Bai Tangjing didn't have time to get up, so he pressed his weight to the side of the chair.In this posture about to fall, he dodged the sharp edge by a slight margin.

Taking advantage of the trend and rolling to open the distance, Bai Tangjing could even feel the icy coldness of the blade slicing through the cold hair!

"Hey hey hey! Did you go straight to the real sword this time?! That's too much, Saeko-senpai!"

The teenager said "too much", but in the process of taking off his glasses and smoothing his hair back, the grinning corner of his mouth meant that he was completely aroused.

The purple-haired beauty's complexion was flushed, and the tenderness in her eyebrows and eyes seemed to drip water.

But the blade in his hand was a merciless blow to Dashang Duan Kasaya Slash.

"I told you, call me Saeko!"

The cold light was cold, and it was a Murata knife that was treasured by the Dujima family. It would not curl the blade even if it chopped pork bones.

The cold light of the blade almost turned into a storm, and the pace of Busushima Ryu and swordsmanship made Saeko Busushima's figure more bewildering than the turbulent waves of the body, like a weak willow in the wind.

Bai Tangjing's "Dragon Blood Secret Technique" is just a beginner's approach, and the version of the world is not compatible, so it has not been fully recovered yet.

So he could only move around in this wind of steel relying solely on physical attributes.

This is a fight like a movie screen.

At this not-so-spacious dining table, no matter how swift and sharp the blade was, it could not leave marks on his body.

The pace and body shape move repeatedly between steps, and the movements don't need to be too big. After all, the attack trajectory of the blade is just a "line" in the final analysis.

But a whiteness suddenly appeared in the boy's eyes.

Under the bathrobe, a plump and slender beautiful leg stretched out from the robe, lying behind his knees and legs.

"Body shedding?"

Tishe style is a very distinctive school of kendo, which creatively adds joint skills, kicking skills and other skills to sword skills.Able to use flexible body skills in addition to sword skills, and suppress the enemy with the hilt and hands and feet.

To put it more vividly, in "The Advent of the Son", Sephiroth was thrust into the two-meter-long knife by Claude, and then violently beat him with the hilt of the sword, fists and feet.

"However, a swordsman takes the initiative to use physical skills against fighters?"

Bai Tangjing, who couldn't help but laugh, didn't even have time to think about it, and his body, which had been tempered and honed, responded automatically.

"Boom-"

There was a short physical collision, and the purple-haired beauty was lying on the ground with her eyes dazed and her clothes messed up.

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"what happened?"

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