Zongman: Starting From The Wish To Blow The Fist

Dojima Yin frowned, thoughtfully.

Although the two people's statements sounded similar, but in fact he ignored a problem of time difference.

There is no provision for a halftime break.

This means that the challenger's offensive will be much more violent than imagined.

No matter how many skills you know, they will be cracked one by one.

And most of them are not necessarily useful.

But on the other hand, if the purity of the skills is extremely high, you can better cooperate with the tactics, win with less loss, and make other people be wary, and they will never go into battle easily until they have no way to deal with it. Strive for enough rest time.

Even if someone doesn't want the champion to get what he wants, and forcefully goes up to him, the result is unpredictable.

Why bother?

Willing to sacrifice himself, forcibly changing the physical strength of the leader, and creating enough advantages for others.

This situation only exists in team competitions.

"That's right, I have to compete for my knowledge. To put it bluntly, it's up to me to see who is more skilled. Sure enough, my way of thinking hasn't been completely reversed yet."

A helpless smile appeared on Dojima Gin's face.

"No, you just made the most appropriate judgment based on your situation."

"...You might as well just say that I don't have confidence in the purity of my skills, you know that even if you say it so euphemistically, it won't make me happy.

"Uncle, don't you know that in your heart?"

Yato smiled back.

The corners of Dojima Gin's mouth twitched slightly, feeling extremely aggrieved.

That's fighting games.

If it is replaced by a food halberd.

He is absolutely confident in knocking down everyone present... except for the commander-in-chief!

Thinking mode or something, it is not so slow.

It is mainly because the subconscious cognition interferes with the rationality, so a layer is missed.

At this time, the results of the lottery came out.

"Um?"

Hearing his name, Yato was slightly taken aback.

Twenty people choose two.

There's a one-in-ten chance it's all right.

"Could it be the system's fault...?"

Yato couldn't help but suspect that the system was operating in the dark.

It's not impossible.

Because according to the mission requirements of the system, it is necessary to 'defeat all challengers', so even if they go up to challenge immediately after the end of the first round, one person will be out.

"Well, that's not bad at all."

The fighters whose names were not called automatically dispersed to the outside, leaving Yato and another candidate standing still.

See the other person's face.

Yato couldn't help showing a bright smile.

"Oh, have you met so soon?"

...What are you happy about, brat? For your fair face, I advise you to abstain immediately.

The familiar punchy tone.

That's right, Yato's opponent is the black contestant who provoked him before the show.

The name is Thomas X.

In addition, Yato doesn't know anything about fighting styles, behavior habits, iconic tactics, whether there are any old injuries or weaknesses...etc.

But there are some things that can be understood just by looking at them.

The grown-up is tall and big, with thick lips and long and narrow eyes. When he smiles, he looks simple and honest, but when he is cold-faced, he turns around and becomes aggressive like a hyena.

He is between 210 and 220cm tall, and his muscles are not as strong as they should be. He looks even thinner than Yato, but he looks very resilient.

"A martial art that focuses on power, footwork, and footwork."

Yato's eyes swept across the opponent's feet without leaving a trace.

The soles of the feet are very wide, and the leg muscles are much stronger than the arm muscles.

"Ah....……"

Yato seemed to understand something.

His chuckle, in Thomas' eyes, seemed like a disdainful response to his 'good intentions' words, his expression became colder and colder, he turned his hands and feet, and said while moving his body:

"Boy, I'm going to break your limbs and throw them on the street XXXXXXXX (automatic harmony)."

The referee on the side turned a deaf ear to his violent words.

"Are both parties ready?"

"sure (of course)."

Contrary to Thomas, who was bouncing on the spot and looking eager to try, Yato just let out an "um" from his nasal cavity. In the eyes of other fighters, wearing school uniforms and leather shoes is nothing more than not even warming up, just like standing Waiting for others to fight is average, it is a layman's death.

However, not everyone thinks so.

"This guy, it's not easy...!"

Ren Nikaidou had a dignified expression.

What he practices is the long-lost Japanese martial art "Sirius Boxing". Compared with a fighter, he is more suitable to be called a martial artist

Because of this, he can understand the 'abnormality' existing in Yato.

Other fighters who have enough strength can feel it.

Such as Dojima Silver and Ozu Toshio.

But even they can't understand what this means......

"The breath is completely restrained, the pores are invisible, and it is as smooth as jade... It can't be wrong, this guy has already practiced martial arts to lock the essence and prevent it from leaking out, and the natural body's skill frame is also extremely pure. Kungfu is thoroughly practiced to the bone...

"Although I don't know what kind of ancient martial arts I practice, but the purity of this skill is undoubtedly better than mine, and it's much stronger. It's probably hard for me to win in a normal fight. If you want to win, you can only let others Go for it, and I can only use it when he can no longer lock his pores and sweat seeps out."

After reaching the conclusion, Nikaido Ren was in a very unhappy mood.

When did the dignified leaders of the Heavenly Wolves fall to the point where they wanted to pick up other people's leftovers.

But other than that, he has nothing to do.

Why did so many martial artists pursue Wushu Realm 437 in the past.

It is because after reaching that state, it will bring about earth-shaking changes to oneself.

The teenagers on the field are the 'beneficiaries'.

Shrink the capillary pores to nothing, and you won’t sweat. If you don’t sweat, your body’s heat will always be stored in your body, greatly delaying the exhaustion of your physical strength. Even if he is seriously injured, he can explode into a combat power that is no less than at his peak.

Although it may only last for a very short time, it is scary enough.

The competition mechanism that Imperial University thought out with great care was simply tailor-made for this kind of person.

"Have you found it? Hayasaka?"

Kaguya stared at the two people in the center of the venue.

The maid sitting next to her was holding a mobile phone in her hand, and she was conducting an investigation on the contestants through the information channel of the Shinomiya family.

"Well, I found it."

Facing Kaguya's question, she quickly read the information on the screen.

"Thomas x, thirty-five years old, Mexican, good at kickboxing and capoeira, is the signature of the largest underground fighting group in Mexico, it is said that he has won fifty-seven games in a row, and the average time spent in each game is four Sixteen seconds."

"Although I don't want to praise that kind of thing, there is no doubt that this is a strong enemy, Miss Hui Ye..."

boom!

Hayasaka Ai had just finished speaking.

Accompanied by the referee's chopping gesture.

The battle also revealed the result in the next second. .