Humanoid Platinum Star's Inner Love Option

"Well, since you're so reluctant, let me do it."

After Okubo Naoya stood up, he assumed a fighting posture.

Kujo Ditaro's eyes lit up, and he suddenly understood a truth.

That is... Lengtouqing cannot communicate with words.

"Do you think I dare not hit you?"

"Of course not, I'm just afraid that you won't make a move."

"You talk very passionately, big bald head."

Kujo Tetaro lost his patience, and gradually breathed out the aroma.

Okubo didn't take it seriously, and said to himself: "If it's not convenient here, there is a training ground for fighting in this gym, we can go there."

"...You really made me a little angry." Kujo Tetaro clenched his fists, and his face became grim, "Believe it or not, I'll screw your head off for you?"

Okubo was also taken aback, and said in surprise: "So cruel? It's just a discussion, there's no need for that, right?"

"It's tiring talking to you, I don't bother to talk to you."

Kujo Tetaro withdrew his gaze, turned his head and walked outside.

Okubo Nao also followed a few steps, and asked: "Are you going to the practice field? Then you have to go to the left."

"..."

Kujo Ditaro stopped, and asked abruptly: "Should I just finish fighting with you? You won't bother me anymore?"

"Of course." Okubo Nao also nodded decisively, "I'm not annoying you, but you are very strong, so..."

"I'm not a strong person, but what if I hurt you?"

"Isn't this kind of thing normal? What are you worried about?"

"Usually read less cartoons. This is a society ruled by law, and anyone who hurts someone must be held accountable."

Kujo Tetaro's words caused Okubo Naoya to be confused.

It's not that he can't understand neon language, it's just that people in their circle, it's very common to discuss injuries, and no one will make a fuss here.

Isn't this person from the circle?Or the kind of ascetic who devotes himself to cultivation?

Nao Okubo also realized something, and whispered: "Brother, do you know the boxing club?"

Boxing Club?

Boxer's club?

After some thought for a while, Kujo Tetaro took a serious look at the man in front of him.

Hmm... a strong physique, powerful muscles, rough hands full of calluses...?

Am I mistaken, this man is a real boxer?

Kujo Ditaro withdrew his gaze, and asked doubtfully, "I don't know what boxing will be, so you are a boxer?"

"I used to box, but I'm switching to MMA now."

Okubo Naoya was halfway through talking, scratching his head and said: "Sorry, I must have misunderstood you, since you don't understand the rules in the circle, alas... this is troublesome."

Kujo Tetaro didn't know why, but he didn't get to the bottom of it.

After learning that there was some misunderstanding between the two, he showed a relaxed smile.

"You must have misunderstood me. I'm not from the circle. Since you want to fight, go find someone from the circle. Goodbye."

"Wait a minute brother, whether you are a member of the circle or not, it doesn't matter whether we have discussions between us, just sign a guarantee that we will not be held accountable."

As soon as Kujo Ditaro turned around, there was a big hand on his shoulder.

Hearing the voice from behind, his face trembled slightly.

"Is your skin itchy?"

"Everyone has their own pursuit, and challenging the strong is my pursuit."

"But I'm not a strong person, and I haven't practiced any fighting moves. At most, I'm a stronger ordinary person!"

"Brother, don't lie to yourself, I feel pressure from you..."

Kujo Ditaro raised the corners of his mouth, his face gradually distorted and ferocious, "Since you insist on this, then... lead the way."

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"Yo, Ditaro, Okubo."

"Coach Jiexiong, do you know him?"

Seeing the street hero approaching, Kujo Tetaro waved symbolically.

Kaito stopped, and asked Naoya Okubo with a smile.

"What are you doing? Okubo."

"Jiexiong, it's rare to meet a powerful character, so naturally we have to compete."

"Di Taro is just a college student, isn't it appropriate?"

"When I was in my third year of high school, I went to a wrestling competition. Why can't this Di Taro?"

The two chatted for a long time, and Kujo Didaro got a lot of information from it.

What surprised him was that this naive-looking Naoya Okubo had multiple halos on him.

Whether it's wrestling, boxing, or mixed martial arts, they all have outstanding achievements that are enviable.

"Di Taro, the negotiation failed."

"It's okay, because I wanted to beat him too."

"That's right, it seems that I was doing too much. To be honest, I am also looking forward to the discussion between the two of you."

"Since you're looking forward to it too, Ditaro, let's get started."

After the three reached a consensus, they went to the venue for fighting training together.

Jiexiong walked ahead, leading the way and making introductions.

"SILVER MANGYM has the most complete facilities, and the fighting venue also has single rooms that are not open to the public..."

"We also have the letter of guarantee you need here, just sign and deposit it when the time comes."

"However, let's learn from each other, just click to the end. If you are superior, I will stop it..."

After a few minutes' journey, the three arrived in a spacious room.

Looking at the fighting arena in the center, Kujo Tetaro couldn't help but sigh with emotion, this gym really involves a lot!

Because it is a competition, the rules are very important.

After listening to a series of restrictions, the two said there was no problem.

Kujo Tetaro didn't wear armor. After all, in his opinion, the next battle will be a fleeting crush.

The same is true for Nao Okubo, who did not wear any armor.

The two took off their inconvenient pants and tops, and only wore a pair of thin boxers.

To be honest, Kujo Ditaro is not suitable for this naked fighting style, but the rules are so so, he has no choice but to do as the Romans do.

"Brother Di Taro, don't hold back later."

"Okay Okubo, just don't cry about the pain later."

"Hahaha, although it is not a formal fighting skill, I believe you will be a strong opponent."

Naoya Okubo bent slightly, and assumed an attacking posture that lowered his defense.

Kujo Didaro didn't know how to fight, so he hooked his fingers provocatively.

Okubo Naoya grinned, his muscles tensed a little.

"In that case..."

Before the inch-cut man finished speaking, he rushed out quickly.

Kujo Tetaro stared intently, analyzing the man's attack methods.

Uppercut?face?

No... The target is next!

Watching the fist attacking the front door, Kujo Tetaro noticed something strange while parrying with one hand.

Without too much hesitation, relying on inhuman reaction speed, he took a step sideways.

what? !

dodge?

In the case of me feinting a punch, actually dodged my grapple?

Naoya Okubo, who changed his fist to embrace, rushed out a few steps in inertia after making a huge leap.

Not daring to pause for a second to think, he turned around and launched a new attack based on his current position.

However, the moment he turned around, what caught his eye was a fist the size of a sandbag.

boom!

Okubo also tilted his head and took several steps back.

Seeing the man who didn't fall down, Kujo Tetaro was surprised.

Although he didn't dare to use much force, his punch was enough to knock people dizzy.

"It's a good punch, but it's a bit weaker. Haven't you eaten?"

Okubo ignored the blood flowing from his nose, grinning his teeth and posing in a fighting posture.

Kujo Tetaro wrenched his fingers and took a step forward with a smile.