I am the boss of Sakaki

When Fujishu saw the Iron Palm Warrior being picked up by Boskodora, his mouth could no longer close.

The Iron Palm Warrior was unwilling to compromise, so he used his strength to break free.

Of course, it is also possible that Boscodora wanted to play for a while longer.

The fat on the Iron Palm Warrior's body retracted a little, and his muscles swelled up, using the belly drum technique.

This guy just went for it.

It's because Boscodora is so abnormal that he gave it a warning right away.

Zhenqi fist!

The silvery-white metallic luster instantly covered the body of the steel beast, and Boskodora used the Iron Wall move.

The fist of the Iron Palm Warrior created a sonic boom, and the fighting energy penetrated the metal shell and exploded inside Boskodora's body!

However, Boscodorra remained unmoved.

Even if it's multiple attacks!

There was no way around it. The champion-level energy was still in its body, giving it an extremely powerful defensive capability.

Even if you are at the quasi-king level, don't even think about shaking it.

Then, Boskodora's huge body suddenly moved, using a double-edged head-punch technique.

boom!

The terrifying force fell on the Iron Palm Warrior.

The Iron Palm Warrior was knocked away directly, and a huge hole was smashed into the ground.

"Cough..." The Iron Palm Warrior knelt on the ground and coughed up blood, but his strong willpower allowed him to stand up again.

Even though it has the thick fat characteristic, it is still a fighting-type Pokémon.

It can still work, it can still fight!

It suddenly jumped up and used close combat. Giving up defense, its continuous punches doubled in power, and finally pushed Boskodora back several steps.

However, that’s all there is to it.

Boskodora stomped the ground hard. In an instant, the ground rolled over and rock pillars rose rapidly, moving towards the Iron Palm Warrior.

The Iron Palm Warrior was directly knocked away.

This series of attacks, coupled with the distended abdomen, really made it unable to take it anymore.

He fell to the ground with a thud, completely exhausted.

On the other side, Fujiwara, a fighter, has already rushed to Sakaki.

Although he saw the Iron Palm Warrior's predicament, it seemed that there was no chance for him to help.

Because Sakaki took action, an action that made him unable to control his expression.

As fast as the wind!

Sakaki's right leg tore through the air with a loud bang, and at the moment when the whip-kick trajectory remained in sight, his knee had already hit Fujihara's forearm heavily.

Fujiwara heard the crisp sound of his bones under the heavy weight, and he slid back five meters as if he was hit by a battering ram. The ground of the training ground was plowed with two charred marks by the soles of his boots.

What kind of strength is this? Even the Iron Palm Warrior can only do this, right?

There was astonishment in his eyes, but he had no time to react.

Crack!!

The sound of Sakaki's footsteps crushing the ground caught up with the fighter who was sliding backwards, and Fujiwara's pupils reflected the sharp edges of Sakaki's elbow tearing through the airflow.

He instinctively retracted his neck and lowered his shoulders, but saw that the elbow drew a strange arc in front of the tip of his nose, and the back of Sakaki's hand chopped off the back of his neck like a battle axe. The violent shock made his vision go black in an instant.

He felt like his head was almost chopped off by Sakaki.

His eyes were bloodshot, his mouth tasted sweet, and the gaps between his teeth were all bloodshot.

However, as a fighter, he was too proud to just bow his head.

He gritted his teeth and threw a straight punch towards Sakaki's face.

A sneer appeared on Sakaki's lips, the muscles in his right arm suddenly bulged, and the fragile fabric of his clothes made a tearing sound.

Just as Fujiwara's fist reached halfway, his wrist was clamped by five fingers like iron clamps.

Sakaki shook his head, "Too slow, even kids are faster than you."

Then Sakaki's leather shoes spun in a semicircle on the ground, his left knee drove into the opponent's hip, and then he exerted force suddenly.

Fujiwara was thrown upside down in the air, with the back of his head only 30 centimeters from the ground. Suddenly, Sakaki changed his tactics, grabbed his wrist and threw him hard onto the concrete floor.

After all, it wasn't to the point of killing Fujiwara directly.

When Fujiwara fell to the ground.

There were cracking sounds and concrete debris splashing out at the same time. Fujiwara curled up at the last moment and used his shoulder blades to absorb the force.

But Sakaki's pursuit had already arrived, and the sole of his boot kicked straight into the Danzhong point with a sound of breaking wind.

Fujiwara rolled to avoid the kick, but saw that the kick turned into a spinning whip kick, and the heel of the leather boot hit his waist heavily.

Take your kidneys!

"Cough!" Fujiwara vomited gastric juice and was almost kicked to death.

At this moment, the ground suddenly shook. In Fujiwara's sight, the terrifying man stomped out a spider-web-like crack with a diameter of two meters with one foot. He used the recoil force to fly three meters into the air and smashed down with his knees together like a battering ram.

Crows fly!

Fujiwara desperately rolled out of the attack range, his eardrums buzzing from the shock wave.

Then his whole body suddenly felt light, and his ankles seemed to be locked in an iron clamp, making it impossible for him to struggle.

Because I have lost feeling in my legs.

"I learned this move from a guy named Fanma. It's called formal wear." Sakaki said first, and then exerted force suddenly.

Fujiwara's entire body was constantly thrown back and forth by Sakaki, and even an afterimage appeared beside Sakaki.

Blood kept oozing out of his mouth and nose, and he looked so miserable.

However, as a fighter, his pride and backbone made him unwilling to surrender even if he had to endure tremendous pain.

However, there was one sentence he always wanted to say.

That is, brother, did you go to the wrong set?

"Stop, stop, stop!!!" Fortunately, Fujishu still didn't want to lose his father at a young age. When he saw his father's miserable appearance, he couldn't help but shout.

Following his shout, Sakaki stopped.

He put the unsteady Fujiwara on the ground.

After Fujiwara held on for a while, he finally fell to the ground with a thud.

A tear couldn't help but slide down from the corner of my eye. It was so bullying.

Can you go to the next set?

Sakaki looked very innocent, "I lost control of my strength for a moment, are you okay, Master Fujiwara?"

"It's okay, I'm fine. How could I be in trouble?" Fujiwara forced himself to stand up, secretly wiped away his tears, and then gave Sakaki a forced smile.

That smile was a little ugly.

Sakaki was still talking about something else: "According to the rules? Did I win?"

“This…this…” Fujiwara’s mouth twitched, regretting what he had just said.

Of course, what he regretted even more was that he shouldn't have mentioned fighting with Sakaki.

Otherwise, the current situation would not have occurred.

It's so uncomfortable.

Fujiwara gritted his teeth and said, "Of course, I keep my word!"

Sakaki shook his head, "Forget it, let's just follow the normal process. I can't make things difficult for you."

Fujiwara actually didn't want to fight Sakaki anymore because he was a little scared.

This Boskodora was extremely strong and defeated even his Iron Palm Warrior.

What about the others? Wouldn't they be stronger and more abnormal? Would they really make him cry?

What? Didn't you say you were crying just now?

Are you kidding? A real man never sheds tears.

That was because Sakaki hit his tear ducts.