Konoha's Super God Hinata

After tidying it up, the store manager asked his clerk in a rude manner: "How is it, how is it, is it okay?" Then he stood with Hayato.

As if showing off.

Mainly because of the nature of their work, they seldom use the skills they have learned.

"No, no," the other clerks shook their heads.

"Hayato-sama's temperament is not suitable for guarding."

"How can there be such a handsome guard?"

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Hayato couldn't help but grin: "Hey, you guys, your mission is about to be serious."

These people are so promising and visionary.

The store manager also looked at Hayato and said, "You don't really have the temperament of a guard." After saying that, he went into the back room and took out a pair of coarse cloth clothes and a pair of sunglasses.

After Hayato changed his clothes, he nodded: "Sir Hayato's temperament cannot be concealed by just old clothes. I can only make do with it."

Hayato said: "You have become evil."

"hey-hey"

They laughed. This group of ninjas who are out on missions for a long time always find ways to relieve stress.

Unexpectedly, the arena is actually located in a manor owned by a senior member of Tangyin. A very large shed was built in the open air with a ring in the middle.

Admission requires a ticket, which costs a thousand taels.

Is it more than a thousand taels?

The price of a detonating talisman may be nothing to a ninja. But a large bowl of ramen only costs sixty or seventy taels, so this price just serves as a threshold to keep ordinary people out.

Before and after paying the ticket, when entering the arena, waves of sound hit him. Hayato couldn't help but sigh: "It's really a luxury to have a soundproof barrier."

From this point of view, one thousand taels is really not expensive. What's more, the venue is filled with scantily clad service girls walking around. They served free drinks and were responsible for collecting bets from gamblers. They laughed and avoided the dirty hands that were licking them from time to time. Instead, they were tickled.

Not only is it inexpensive, it’s also very cheap.

At this time, there were two ninjas fighting in the ring.

How should I put it? It looked very gorgeous, and every collision of ninjutsu caused bursts of screams, but it lacked the danger of a life-and-death struggle.

The store manager said: "This is a game, arranged by the organizers. No one will place big bets. It's just for fun and to liven up the atmosphere."

Hayato set his sights on the second floor, where the VIP seats were. A group of people were dressed in luxurious clothes, holding wine glasses, standing high above them.

The two ninjas decided the winner. Their chakra amount did not allow them to continue to use gorgeous ninjutsu. Therefore, one ninja was "accidentally" sprayed by the fire blast and "screamed" in defeat.

A bearded abbot came on stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished guests, the game is over, now let us enter the highlight of today."

At this time, a glass was smashed from the VIP table, and a fat man stood up.

"Stop talking nonsense and get started. I can't wait any longer. Come up on the th." The fat man shouted.

A big man carrying a mace jumped from the second floor and landed with his legs bent.

砰

The ground trembled.

There was a number "18" on the back of the big man. He lifted the host's neck with a grin and threw him out of the ring. This move made the audience even more crazy.

"This is the bloody number . The current record is six wins. His master's bet is a luxurious hot spring in Yuyin, worth tens of millions."

"Anyone can take the stage and challenge"

"How is it possible? If you want to go up, you have to offer a bet of equal value."

"Oh, it's actually still a gamble, but the stakes are bigger."

"Yes, it is specially set up for VIP seats. Many business opponents use this arena as a place to resolve conflicts."

The fat man was very satisfied with the appearance of No. Lahong. He glanced sideways at a fat man of the same size, but this fat man was a woman, touching the foundation that looked like wall dust.

"Do you dare to have a fight, you stinky bitch?" The fat man shouted loudly, "If you win, all my property in Tangyin Village will be yours. If you lose, you will be a bitch at night, hahaha."

The store manager explained: "These two fat guys are actually a bunch of couples who have conflicts every day. It's just that" while speaking, a hale and hearty old man jumped onto the ring.

The fat woman screamed: "Just bet, I'm afraid you won't succeed"

The store manager said: "This old man is a master of a taijutsu ninja school in Tian Country, the Crane Style Fist." As he said that, he looked at Hayato.

The Xiang clan is also famous for its soft boxing.

"Look what I'm doing" Hayato said.

The store manager said: "Although I don't know why Senkaku-ryu Master would fight for others, the chance of winning is obviously greater. Do you want to take a gamble?"

"Okay." Hayato took out ten thousand taels, "I'll do whatever you want."

"You heard me right." The store manager said, "There are not many professional reporters like me here. They only look at the appearance of victory or defeat. One is a ferocious big man, and the other is a skinny old man. Of course, buying No. La. So the odds of becoming a crane-style teacher are very high."

In fact, Hayato is also more optimistic about the Crane-ryu Shihan, but the store manager analyzes it from the data, while Hayato directly observes the body and chakra.

From this aspect, the big man was suppressed by the old man.

During the fight, the Senkaku-ryu Shihan relied on his elegant footwork to easily dodge the big man's mace, and then seize the opening to attack.

No. was good at the hardening technique of earth escape. Although he was attacked many times, his defense was not broken.

"It's almost over." Hayato said.

The store manager nodded in agreement: "Shifan's crane's beak attacks the same place. No. can hardly bear it anymore."

Wow

The crane's beak pecked No. 's ribs again. He spit out a mouthful of blood and half-knelt on the ground.

"I won." Xianheliu Shihan took a step back in style.

Many people in the audience cursed and cursed. These were all won by betting on number .

"kill him"

Suddenly someone yelled, then someone responded, and finally it turned into a deafening sound.

kill him

No. turned pale and looked back at his master. His life and death were in his master's hands. If the master wants him alive, he can surrender.

"Trash." The fat man took a sip of wine and squeezed a handful in front of the waitress, "Go to hell, you made me lose so much money, trash."

No. desperately continued to attack Shifan. After a while, the blood he spit out turned black. It was because the liver was ruptured under the attack of the crane's beak. Finally, he lay on the ground motionless.

died

Arena staff came on stage and dragged Number Eighteen away like a dead dog, then mopped the floor and wiped away the blood.

The arena is bright and beautiful again.

The store manager said: "Sir, you should go up and play with Shifan, soft fist versus soft fist."

Hayato said: "I would like to, but how can there be so many bets?"

The store manager snorted silently: "That's right, it won't be worth that much money if you sell me. But it doesn't matter, there will be a model that doesn't require monetary bets later."

In the following time, several more battles broke out, such as the battle between No. and Shifan, and a few corpses were dragged away from the arena again.

It's really cruel, as a toy.