Horror: A Comics Character Every Week

As for the rest, except for Makawa Ling who was knocked out, no one cared whether Mizue Sawano was dead or alive.

Miyazaki Yelan leaned against a high-end car, lowered her head, lit a cigarette, and smoked lightly.

She looked at the two Makawaki who were gradually losing sight of their figure, her eyes were blurred, she didn't know what she was thinking.

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In front of the gate of the main teaching building.

Nozomi Makawa stepped in again with a calm expression.

This time, unlike before, the man behind the scenes seemed to know the purpose of his trip.

As soon as he stepped into the building, a pair of ballerina girls wearing white ballet skirts and white pantyhose gracefully walked out of the lobby on the first floor.

All their faces are blurred, and they all hold pairs of sharp scissors in their hands.

In the entire hall, there were rustling ballerina girls standing together. At a glance, there were no less than a hundred of them.

"Oh? Don't try anymore? Or do you know that sending a little bit will not work for me?"

Magawa Nozomi looked calm.

Today's him, his physical fitness alone has far surpassed the scope of normal people, and his every move is truly powerful.

Slightly aggravating the impact, it is a standard car accident scene.

With the superposition of comprehensive physical fitness, his terrifying explosive power also brought huge acceleration.

At this time, these seemingly threatening monsters were no better than a toddler in his eyes.

"Think you can stop me like this? How naive."

Nozomi Makawa strode into the hall.

Behind him, Sawano Mizuho, ​​who saw this scene from a distance, was scalp numb and swallowing saliva.

Hundreds of ballerina monsters, this is simply an unimaginable disaster!

If all these monsters escaped, the damage to the surrounding area would be immeasurable.

And what made her even more unimaginable was that that fellow Makawaki actually got in just like that? ? !

"Is he an idiot?! Idiot! There are so many monsters and he wants to face it!? Does he have all the muscles left in his brain? Obviously he can not choose the highest difficulty! He just wants to die!"

Seeing Makawa Nozomi rushing in with big strides, Ruihui's heart suddenly turned cold.

She was still counting on Makawa Nozomi to take revenge with her, but it was just beginning and it was about to end? ?

Thinking of this, she became anxious, and rushed closer to catch up, wanting to see how the specific situation was. Judging by Makawaki's strength just now, maybe she won't be able to die for a while?

It was just that she had just walked to the entrance of the building and looked inside.

Bang!

But just as she approached, a white shadow hit her straight.

Ruihui was startled, and was about to dodge, but found that the white shadow was still in mid-air, and automatically collapsed and disappeared.

"If you're trying to insult me ​​with this garbage, well, you've succeeded."

Nozomi Makawa casually threw away the corpse of a ballerina girl in her hand, and her burly figure suddenly stretched out in the darkness.

His arms were like bright lightning flashing across the night sky, and like eagles soaring in the sky. In an instant, more than a dozen ballerina girls standing beside him flew backwards as if hit by a car, and then flew in midair. Bokeh disappears.

"Besides pity, what qualifications do the weak have to stop us?" Nozomi Makawa has the inheritance of Nandouzhumiquan, which has killed countless people in Nandou Shengquan.

Standing in the shadows at this time, it seems that the whole body is exuding a dazzling and coquettish blood energy. Just looking at it makes people's eyes sting and feels uncomfortable.

Three ballerina girls flew over from behind, stabbing his neck fiercely with scissors in their hands.

But before they pounced down, they were swept lightly by an illusory fist shadow, which exploded one after another like a candle being blown out.

Makawa Nozomi strolled towards the deepest part of the building.

These ordinary little guys can't even warm him up.

No matter how many lambs are waiting to be slaughtered, how can it hurt the hunting Tyrannosaurus rex walking leisurely.

Bang!

Makawaki grabbed the last ballet girl's hair with her last palm, and twisted it lightly regardless of her struggle.

Click.

There was a crisp sound from the girl's neck bone, and her body stopped abruptly, completely motionless.

He didn't even need to use tricks, but simply used basic fighting fists to easily wipe out the rubbish.

But right now behind him, Sawano Mizuho was already feeling chills all over.

She thought she had recognized Zhen Chuanxi very well before, but the scene in front of her made her understand what kind of person this brother of her best friend is.

Indeed, as she expected, he has been concealing and deceiving his sister, but the content of the deception is completely different from what she thought.

What is concealed is not poverty and abjection... but cruelty and cruelty!

Judging by his proficiency in killing people, one can judge how many people he killed in order to develop this terrifying strength.

Sawano Mizuho is a person who has practiced aikido and karate hard. She has seen what kind of top masters who have really killed people and seen blood.

And Makawa Nozomi in front of him, compared to the performance of those masters, is even worse!

The casualness of twisting the enemy's neck is as easy and natural as twisting the bottle cap when drinking.

Just standing outside and watching, she felt chills all over her body.

But seeing Nozomi Makawa gradually walking into the depths of the teaching building, Mizue's desire to take revenge with her own hands rose again.

After all, she gritted her teeth, suppressed her fear, and quietly followed.

Chapter 22 Breaking In

Nozomi Makawa stepped into the courtyard of the teaching building, which did not exceed his expectations.

The black hand behind the scenes here has already made all the preparations in advance and is already waiting for him.

In the middle of the courtyard, a burly monster holding two knives, all wearing blood-stained dark red ballet skirts, looked at him with blurred faces.

These monsters are all the kind of monsters that made Makawa Suzu and Sawano Mizuho hide everywhere before.

They hold serrated machetes, and most of them have dark red minced meat and bones remaining on the blades.

At a glance, there are no less than thirty of them.

And among these two-knife monsters, a slim figure in a black ballet skirt with dark skin all over his body was quietly staring at this side.

Staring at the direction of Nozomi Makawa.

"I heard before that someone was able to get out of the hotel layout last time. I thought it was my sister who was dodging and looking for excuses to reduce my responsibility."

The pitch-black slim figure let out a shrill laugh, "Looking at it now, Nozomi Makawa, you are really interesting."

"Oh? You know me?" Nozomi Makawa's face was calm, and his eyes passed over the group of monsters and fell directly on the opponent.

Obviously, as recorded in the data, the ghost behind the scenes is indeed highly intelligent.

"Of course, there isn't much fun to be had in Jinchuan City today." Hei Hei smiled coquettishly, "Your strength is not bad, and you have the value of being transformed into a high-level pollutant by me."

"Advanced pollutants?" Nozomi Makawa raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Is it the garbage around you?"

"Trash? Huh? What's the matter with your superior tone? This is the first time I've seen a human being like you who can't wait to court death! I Katagiri..."

"I'm not interested in knowing your name." Nozomi Makawa interrupted him mercilessly, "Do you want to know the name of every grain of rice you eat?"

He opened his arms, raised his chin, and a strong man with long red hair and a gorgeous face appeared behind him.

That is the true heir of Nan Dou Zhu Mie Fist, known as the Bloody Thousand Killer Dean Al.

Compared with the newly drawn ordinary gang figures, Dean Al's huge actual combat experience has the greatest impact on Makawa Nozomi.

Because among all the characters he drew, Dean of Nan Dou Zhu Mie Fist is the strongest!

"You bastard!!?" The pitch-black figure gritted his teeth slightly, bloodshot eyes gradually appearing in those pale eyes.

"I've changed my mind....I'll make you feel the ultimate despair! The ultimate pain!!" It raised its finger sharply, "Kill him!!"

Immediately, dozens of monsters with double swords all around rushed towards Nozomi Makawa at the same time.

A machete splattered with blood slashed at him from all directions.

But the strange thing is that all the machetes seemed to hit the phantom, and they were just a hair away from Ma Chuanxi.

But it is this trace, but there is still no way to cross it.

On the contrary, Makawa Nozomi seemed to be taking a walk, passing through many monsters with ease, and approaching the pitch-black figure step by step.

And with every step he took, the inexplicable heads of several monsters around him exploded, like shattered watermelons, and fell to the ground on the spot.

No one could see when he made the attack, only the pitch-black figure was also extremely fast, and every time a monster exploded, there was a faint shadow of a fist flashing past.

"What a quick punch!" The pitch-black figure has always been relaxed and solemn, and stood up straight, quietly watching Makawa Nozomi who was approaching.

Bang! !

The last two-knife monster was powerless like a child, and fell heavily on the ground, turning into a headless corpse.

In the field, there were finally only Makawa Nozomi and the black figures left.

"I admit that I underestimated you. But your good luck can only go so far." The jet-black figure snorted with both arms, popped out the black double knives, and slowly walked towards Makawa Nozomi.

"I am Katagiri..."

"Show me the value of making me remember your name!" Nozomi Makawa suddenly bowed and clenched his fists without waiting for it to finish.

"Fighting punch lore · Leaning forward and punching!!"

Suddenly, a gray fist shadow exploded and flew out like a cannonball.

Under the patio, Nozomi Makawa exploded a circle of white ash out of thin air, and disappeared in place in an instant.

Being interrupted for the second time, the pitch-black figure was finally out of anger.

"You're looking for death!!" It roared angrily, and the two knives also turned into high-speed phantoms, slashing forward.

Swish! !

The two passed by.

There was a trace of blood on the outside of the arms of both sides at the same time.

"Come again!!" Nozomi Makawa turned around and raised her fists up, posing in a cross star lore pose.

The opponent's speed was even faster than him, and there was no way to catch up without a burst of ultimate moves.

But that's stressful, isn't it?

Ma Chuanxi felt joy in his heart. After traveling to this world, only when he was fighting and fighting could he feel his own existence more truly.

Everything here does not belong to him, only fighting!fight!Only belong to oneself.

Unknowingly, he has been gradually influenced by the integration of many actual combat memories. Whether it is Shaq or Dean, they are the types who enjoy fighting and killing.

They discovered the fun and excitement of fighting, which made Nozomi Makawa feel the essence of it.

In fact, this is not more of an influence, but a guide.The guidance of both a teacher and a friend.

The two staggered crazily in the courtyard, and every time they staggered, there would be a gleam of blood.

Whether it's Makawa Nozomi or Pitch Black.

Neither of them cared anymore.

"Come on! Hahahaha!!! Lore Grand Cross!!!"

Nozomi Makawa was excited to fight, and she had no scruples, but enjoyed the joy of fighting more.

In an instant, his fists waved a cross of white light like lightning.

This was a larger and stronger white cross than last time, but because of its slower speed, it barely hit the opponent's shoulder.

Bang! !