Fist Godzilla

Chapter 97 Fist Wishes the Victor

Wait until the smoke and dust generated by the cracking of the cement wall dissipate.

The man who was as majestic as a black bear standing upright lost his eyes at this moment.

A thick arm is covering the shoulder, saying it is "blocking", but in fact, the fist the size of a human head has been completely deflated, spurting blood, emitting green smoke caused by violent friction, deeply embedded in the shoulder.

Moreover, it seemed that not only the arm was severely damaged, but even the shoulder protected by the arm, and the entire upper body side, were limply slumped in the wall.

Blood was spitting out from Kuroki Xuanzhai's mouth one by one.

Dye the bearded head and face more deeply.

And as the person who was still standing on the field, Bai Tangjing raised his arm that punched the sonic punch with a little difficulty.

"Sure enough, was it too much? The arm bone was fractured, the arm and shoulder joints were damaged, the spine was slightly deformed, and the internal organs were also impacted. But."

Blood mixed with minced meat dripped from his fist.

The flesh and blood on the entire face of the fist was completely burst and consumed.

The exposed finger bones are also full of cracks.

But under the wound where ordinary people can't help trembling just looking at the wound, Bai Tangjing actually carried a sense of surprise.

"It must be able to be used next time."

After muttering, the other hand that was still able to move was raised high.

"Victory, winner! Bai Tang Jing player ah ah ah ah ah !!!"

The referee had already left the arena, and it was the film source Shea Xiang from the commentary stand who tore at his throat and yelled out the judge who decided the winner of the Desperate Match.

As a veteran fighting fan, she is already dripping with sweat (maybe it's not just sweat?) under her sexy leather jacket.

Before the doctor Yingchu, whose eyes were already glowing, took the wounded away, the boy walked to the place where Kuroki Xuanzhai was sitting paralyzed.

"It's really scary, Mr. Kuroki." The boy who quit the battle put on a green smile.

"Muscle hardening, flesh softening, receiving the body... can become secret skills of various schools, so many are used in the moment of being hit!"

"Ahem," Kuroki Xuanzhai opened and closed his lips because of Bai Tangjing's accusation.

But even with the injury where half of the bones in his body were almost shattered, he still had a stern and calm expression.

"Unfortunately, the old man's cultivation is not enough, so he has no chance to see what you hide."

The lips covered by the beard moved weakly, and the blood did not stop flowing while speaking.

"If there is time in the future, let's fight again."

Kuroki Xuanzhai's absent-minded eyes suddenly converged, and he placed them on the smiling Bai Tangjing in front of him.

"The fight was so fun this time, and you spent too much effort in advance, and you didn't even see the results of the guidance you got from the famous Guo Haihuang."

"Even if it's me, I will regret it to some extent."

"Really. Understood." Kuroki tried his best to straighten his body in the dent, and said seriously, "Then, hit again next time."

The two nodded to each other.

"Okay!" Doctor Yingchu, wearing a white coat, interrupted the conversation between the two, then put out two stretchers expectantly, and rubbed his hands together.

"Now is the time for patient admission!"

[Anatomy Demon] said with a sly smile, "Let me 'treat' you!"

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Although Doctor Yingchu looked like a medical madman, he managed the injuries of the two very quickly and miraculously.

That kind of appearance is more like his bad taste as a doctor, and he is quite reliable.

In the end, Kuroki Xuanzhai, who was seriously injured, underwent simple preliminary treatment.

Because of the lack of medical resources on the wish flow island, he was arranged in advance to the medical laboratory of Yingchu, the affiliated hospital of the University of Tokyo.

After all, a research material that survived the sonic punch and is still alive is very precious!
And Baitang mirror whose arm looks almost useless.

At his own request, Yingchu just put a layer of sterile bandage on the open wound and left it alone.

In the medical room.

"Is it really all right?" Saeko frowned, looking worriedly at the boy who had already started to move his arms.

"This kind of injury, if you want to heal yourself, it will take less than three days?" The young man estimated confidently, "I have the body of a martial artist!"

I don't know of any "martial artist" with a body capable of this.

Ouma, who was lying awake on the hospital bed next to him, was staring at the ceiling with vacant eyes, but couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth after hearing this.

"Your [Ghost], what's going on?" Wang Ma felt the weakening heartbeat in his body, and didn't want to say anything more.

But the game video just now made him have to ask again.

So he could only turn his head to look at the boy who defeated him.

It is different from the usual Erhu style moves.

Those scattered moves are nothing more than the use of body muscles, bones, and strength. Even if they are learned on the spot, Ouma will only sigh.

genius.

But [Ghost Ji] is something that can only be born if you have to practice the entire four major Erhuliu completely, and then integrate them after reaching the peak.

He hasn't even seen all the moves of Erhuliu, so how can he master them?
"The technique of using strength to fight is very common." Saeko gently supported Bai Tangjing's injured arm, and the boy explained in a nonchalant tone.

"In the use of [Ghost], the function of [Fire and Sky Type] is to position the center of gravity, [King Kong Type] is to harden the muscles, [Water and Sky Type] is to soften the body, and [Flow Flow Type] is to control the flow of power."

"In these respects, I'm better than you who used Erhuliu, so there's nothing wrong with using it?"

Whoever wins is right.

You are strong and you are right.

What else can Ouma say?
After he could only sigh, he continued to stare blankly at the ceiling.

Until the skinny little old man Yamashita rushed to the infirmary in a hurry, lay on Ouma's body and cried bitterly.

Only then did his eyes fluctuate a little.

That night, the fighters and spectators who had finished the competition had a banquet.

No matter how hostile or aggressive they are during the game, after the game everyone revels together all night.

Saeko next to Baitangjing was joking with him, and Jialouluo also left Wu Huiliyang, who was so depressed that he was lying on the ground crying, and ran over to pester him.

According to her.

"Mirror is so strong, no matter how much grandpa objects, he has nothing to say now!"

With the two beauties by his side, he attracted a lot of hatred from fighters whose hormones were bursting.

At least Himuro Ryo had already passed the wine glass in front of him many times with the hand that had loosened the plaster.

Every time I passed by, I took a special look at the boy's bandaged arm, and then made a "tsk tsk" sound.

But after Bai Tangjing snapped his bandaged hands and called the waiter to serve another table of food, he left with a dark face.

I have no idea why. (laugh

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