I, Yu Ishigami, the King of Fist Wish

Different from the magnificent hotel corridors in the past, at this moment, the area of ​​nearly fifty meters here felt like it had been baptized by artillery shells.

Surrounded by collapsed walls, door frames, furniture, and fragments of books were everywhere. Who would have thought that this was the cabin of the Fist Wish.

An old man with gray hair was panting heavily, as if just standing up was already quite strenuous. His off-white kimono was in tatters, and there was a huge, bone-deep, horrific slash mark on his chest.

A steady stream of blood flowed from the wounds on the body and fell to the ground along the arms and torso. The cracked concrete gray floor was covered with the old man's blood stains.

"Just use this stupid little cleverness!"

This severely injured and miserable old man is the eighty-two-year-old Takemoto Jiuan. The wound at the corner of his right eye is still bleeding. Due to the injury, he was completely blind in his right eye, and his left eye, which was the only one he could use, was also stained red with blood.

Everywhere in the eyes is blood red

At this moment, Takemoto Jiuan could no longer see any kindness on his face. Instead, he could see rage that was visible to the naked eye. Combined with the blood stains all over his body, he looked like an evil ghost from hell who came to seek his life, with a ferocious face.

At his feet lay six corpses that had long since lost their movement, and there were many fragments of weapons and guns scattered around.

To be so cruel to such an unarmed old man, the brutality of the battle can be seen just from the traces of the battle.

But the result is

Takemoto Jiu'an killed all six of these well-equipped masters who did not respect martial ethics with his bare hands. At this moment, there was only one enemy standing in front of him.

However, he also paid a heavy price. The poison in the open wound on his chest had merged into his blood. Every time he breathed, his lungs hurt, and his consciousness was about to disappear.

"Tch, why don't you just lie down and lie down, old thing."

A young man wearing a bright red traditional Chinese martial arts uniform, with bangs covering a little of his eyes. He looks a bit feminine, but he is undeniably handsome.

This guy is naturally a member of that organization, and he is one of the stronger ones among the killers.

Nikaido Ren

He put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked at Takemoto Jiuan with condescending eyes, seemingly disdainful.

The hideous wounds on the old man's body were the result of a secret attack by the young man. The original intention was to cut him in half with one blow. Unexpectedly, the opponent reacted, and it turned into a wound that was deep enough to show the bones.

But the result is not bad either

The poison smeared on the knife is no joke, this old man is already poisoned.

Without an antidote, there is no way to save yourself.

Nikaido Ren, with frivolous eyes, glanced disdainfully and struggled needlessly.

"I really didn't expect that any piece of trash could become a fighter, old man."

Nikaido Ren continued to stimulate the old man with words, because anger accelerated the blood flow, which in short meant that he would die faster.

I don't know why he forced the old man into a desperate situation by relying on little tricks, and he also felt that Takemoto Jiu'an's strength as a fighter was nothing more than this.

If the fight had been fought forty years earlier, even if all the Nikaido Ren family were involved together, they would not be Takemoto Jiuyasu's enemy.

But the hero is too late

"When exactly does it start?"

Knowing that I don’t have much time left

The anger in the sad-looking Takemoto Jiuan gradually dissipated. He stroked the hideous wound in front of him, which was constantly causing extremely strong pain, as if he was reminiscing about his life.

"When a defeated opponent bows his head"

“When I extend my hand, I shake their hand without hesitation.”

When I was forty-five years old, I created the Wubenliu practical boxing method.

In the thirty-seven years since then, in addition to the formal boxing competitions, there have been more than ninety informal and private competitions, but without exception, they have all won.

I don't know when, I have been called the "God of War" by people. No matter where I go, they look at me with respect and call me "Master Wu'an".

Over time, I calmly accepted it.

"But it shouldn't be like that!"

"The ultimate in martial arts that I pursue."

"You should fight with all your strength when facing any opponent."

Takemoto Jiuan's life was full of battles, and there were many experiences where the situation was even more dangerous than today.

But there is no way to escape today's disaster, it is doomed.

Because he is no longer the passionate young man who was able to hold on. Now he is just a bad old man who must take antihypertensive drugs and body conditioning drugs. He is old and suffers from various diseases.

I have used this body for eighty-two years

Takemoto Jiuan knows his own situation well

His old body can no longer adapt to high-intensity battles. It is already a miracle that he can kill six assassins one after another with his bare hands whose strength far exceeds that of ordinary combatants.

It's almost reaching its limit.

His eyes were so painful that he could not open them and he was almost blind. He was bleeding profusely from the front of his body and could not stop the bleeding. He had almost twenty fractures all over his body, and unknown neurotoxins were eroding the old man's body like gangrene on the bones.

Ordinary people cannot persist in any of these, let alone the inevitable aging of organs brought about by his age.

"Tieshaxi, I leave my pity to you."

Ji Tieshaxi, the president of "White Night News" who was silent on the side, nodded, and couldn't help but be moved when he saw Takemoto Jiuan, who was covered in bruises and still standing in front of him.

Like his daughter, he was also watched by Mr. Takemoto who grew up. Mr. Takemoto was his father's fighter and hugged him when he was a child. Later, he also served as Tessaki's fighter to this day.

It took decades, two generations and Takemoto Jiayasu’s efforts to create today’s leading news industry, White Night News.

The brilliance of White Night News is inseparable from the life-and-death fight of the "God of War". In the past few decades, among other things, even the "President of the Boxing Club's Fighting Technique Miedang Fang" has been replaced four times, directly from From the first generation to the present, the "Fifth Generation Kiba" Kanoja, and the "God of War" Takemoto Kuan are still there.

It was even said that he was a skilled fighter with flowing water and a "god of war" with an iron fist. Such outrageous phrases were widely circulated in the boxing club.

People will eventually grow old.

His mental state and physical strength were not as good as before, and he gradually became unable to do what he wanted.

To be able to persist at this age and still struggle on the front line is no longer a simple matter of perseverance.

Although Takemoto Jiuan is so old, he still did not miss the battle for the president of the Boxing Club. Many people do not understand.

Honors, trophies, and wealth, this old man has already obtained them when he was young, and there is no need to go into these muddy waters again.

In addition, a few years ago, Takemoto Jiuan was already very serious due to organ failure and aging of body tissues. All the bones in his body were aching, and he had to take painkillers every night to fall asleep.

Takemoto Jiu'an's personal doctor has begun to do ideological work for him to go to the hospital quickly and receive comprehensive treatment.

Otherwise, if he relies on his body to survive on his own, his condition may worsen before the end of the year, and he may no longer be able to fight.

Giving up the career he loved was more uncomfortable than killing Takemoto Jiuan.

So instead of dying in silence,

It's better to do it vigorously again

The old man Fu Xi can also travel a thousand miles.

Even at the last moment, the old soldiers will not give up charging the enemy.

There is nothing more glorious for Takemoto Kuan than to be able to fall in the boxing competition venue where he has been fighting for his whole life.

Born here, raised here, died here

What a blessing!

"This is my cemetery."

Takemoto Kuan, who was calm in front of him, looked at Nikaidou Ren and said in a cold tone.

"It will be yours too, little brat."

Premonition that the candle of life has burned to the end, all Takemoto Jiuan can do is to eradicate all those who will pose a threat to his descendants.

"How good can a martial god judged by a mere country man be?"

Faced with the old man's death threat, Nikaido Ren couldn't help but sneered.

"Kill me? Stop laughing so hard."

"My sneak attack was just to complete your mission as quickly as possible. I really gave you face."

Nikaido Ren frowned

But how could he explain that this man relied on sneak attacks to seriously injure such an 80-year-old man?

"Dogs don't learn any practical boxing skills."

"Forget it, let me open your eyes before you die."

He lowered his center of gravity and took a stance, his left hand suddenly opened like a dragon and circled around his body.

"Let me show you what real boxing is!"

"It's strange. Is the battle already over?"

When Ishigami Yu and his group set foot in this area, holding Ji Ji, he was surprised to find that it was quite quiet.

“It’s so quiet.”

However, the closer we get to the place where the fight takes place, the more debris there is on the ground. The tragedy of the battlefield was unimaginable. The walls and tables were actually covered with bullet holes and slash marks. At the same time, some stumps and broken arms began to appear.

Splashes and spurts of dried blood could be seen everywhere, the murals on the walls had fallen to the ground, and the glass shells above had long since shattered.

"Poor, is this here?"

Ishigami Yu lowered his head and asked to Senior Sister Ji Pianmei in his arms.

Ever since Ji Weiyou entered this area, the expression on his face had been very ugly, and the sadness in his eyes was indescribable. The more chaotic the environment at the scene, the more she blamed herself.

Is this all what Grandpa Takemoto and the others endured to protect me?

"Well, this is where I ran out before."

Hearing the poor senior sister's words, Ishigami nodded and stopped.

He closed his eyes and began to accumulate the murderous intent in his body. The murderous intent wave floated on the surface of the stone. If you look closely, you will find traces of blood-red mist coming out of his body.

"So beautiful, what is this?"

Garuda looked at her future "husband" curiously, her eyes full of curiosity and some kind of longing.

However, because it involved martial arts, Garuda didn't ask anything and just looked at him curiously.

This is Yu Ishigami's killing intent wave skill. When he used it at this time, he relied on it to cover the entire surrounding area.

Because only in this way can it be considered foolproof

It was impossible for Ishigami Yu to take the initiative into the trap and find out the instructions and arrangements on the other side, plus he was surrounded by his own people.

Garuda and his poor senior sister are all targets of protection, although Garuda is still (to be determined) a girlfriend in the probation period.

But it’s not a bad idea to protect it.

Yu Ishigami, who has experienced street fighting, naturally knows how deadly it can be if someone hides in a dark place and shoots cold arrows, which is impossible to prevent.

For example, at the door at the corner, if someone fired directly at them, Garuda might be able to react, but who can guarantee that Senior Sister Ji Poor will not be hit by a stray bullet or something?

It must be completely safe, safe, and safe again.

Murderous intent is obviously feared by people. Too high a concentration can cause people to lose consciousness. Last time, Ishigami Yu's "murderous intent bloom" was released on hundreds of prisoners at once, successfully knocking them all down.

Not this time, a weapon will have different results in the hands of different people.

Under Yu Ishigami's control, the same skill can also create different effects.

These murderous intentions did not have any impact on the poor senior sister in his arms, but only gave her a small visual shock.

Yu Ishigami opened his eyes violently, and the murderous intent radiated from his body quickly, and beside him was Garuda and his poor senior sister.

Then a plan covering the entire ninety-meter area around Ishigami appeared in Yu Ishigami's mind, reduced to the size of a single object.

Imagine Ishigami Yu radiating the murderous intent from his body, just like some kind of ultrasonic wave that immediately returns when it encounters an obstacle. The high-frequency reception and transmission are quite clear.

Within this circle, Ishigami Yu can know everything that is happening.

It stands to reason that Yu Ishigami's circle can actually cover almost all areas from area A to area C, far more than a mere ninety meters. The main reason is that the accuracy will be reduced, and the gain will not be worth the loss.

The blooming murderous intent in Ishigami Yu's hands can serve as an early warning, and can also be used as a sharp weapon to crush the enemy. The radar can operate 24 hours a day, and so can Yu Ishigami.

"I'm healthy"

A complete map of the place appeared in Yu Ishigami's mind, with lines and various scenes appearing.

All he could see in his field of vision were fragments and fragments, a blood-red patch.

"I'm late"

Princess Yu Ishigami carried Ji Pingmei and walked inside. The "Tauren Warrior" frowned, and the battle seemed to be really over.

"Master "God", please let me down, I want to find it myself.

Yu Ishigami stopped at a piece of ruins, then kicked all the debris away.

All of a sudden the rubble was cleared away.

Soon a pair of delicate but dusty leather shoes appeared. But it's upside down, and one of them is still buried in the soil.

Ishigami Yu's precision can be used to find things buried under stones and tiles. This pair of small leather shoes and Ishigami Yuu accidentally saw it before when he glanced at Senior Ji Wanmei's place.