Guda-kun is a heroic spirit [Comprehensive]

It hadn't been 24 hours since half of the mansion was destroyed and the other half was gone.

The two kings stood facing each other, and each of them brushed off the dust from their bodies. The whole person was extremely calm, as if they were not among the candidates for the demolition of the building just now.

The building that was there just now disappeared in an instant. The coachman parked the car with confusion and fear, and tremblingly invited the two gentlemen to get on the car.

Gilgamesh looked down on this rather beautifully decorated carriage, and was about to take out the vimana, when the wise king stuffed it into the carriage, "Don't do unnecessary things."

"This king's battleship can't compare to this thing!"

Gilgamesh [Caster] had blue veins on his forehead, "Isn't yours the king's? Needless to say, get out!"

He forced the King of Heroes into the carriage, turned around and asked the coachman, "Have those two boys arrived at the church?"

The coachman hesitated, "It's here, but..."

"But what? Don't you want me to behead you before you say it, bastard!"

"Ouch! Sir!" He exclaimed, and immediately finished the matter like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube, "They are fighting now!"

There was a moment of silence in the atmosphere, and the two kings understood the meaning of punching through different methods.

"Hahahahahahahahaha!!!" Gilgamesh laughed loudly while sitting in the back seat, "It's interesting, hey, send me there quickly!"

Xian Wang also sat in the back seat, then knocked on the glass of the car, "Let's go, if it's late, I'll ask you."

From a certain point of view, Fujimaru Tachika is a good old man, but also because of this innocent and pure attitude, the decisions he makes are sometimes very unexpected.

It is this uncertainty that constantly brings freshness to the kings.

——For example, if he replaced the priest of the church to participate in the underground boxing match, it would be impossible for someone else to do it.

The venue of the competition was the largest underground arena in the city, and it could be seen from the mixed entrance how popular it was in the local area.The waiter guarding the entrance spotted the exquisite carriage with a wink. After it stopped, he immediately stepped forward enthusiastically to help arrange the stools, waiting for the guests to show up.

Shiny leather shoes stepped on the stools, and the noisy crowd suddenly fell silent, only the occasional voice of a few words resounded in mid-air.

Those are two well-dressed gentlemen, they have the same appearance, the only difference is in the earrings, the same suit is worn by them in two flavors, one is proud and flamboyant, the other is arrogant and calm.

The blond hair was stained with blood in the dim sunlight, which matched the bright red pupils very well, and the tall and straight figure was one of a kind in a million - the appearance of such a person was enough to cause heated discussions, let alone two.

The waiter was stunned for a long time, and he didn't realize it until the coachman beat him. He hurriedly bent down and said with the most respectful gesture in his life: "Please, please go this way."

The two people who were staying around the field were unaware of the commotion at the entrance, and Giotto was trying to appease Nucker.

The priest clenched his fists and wanted to go backstage directly, "I can't do it at all, let me go! Even if it breaks my vow, I shouldn't let a child play!"

"Don't worry, he'll be fine, I can assure you of this!" The young man grabbed his arm, he had confidence in Fujimaru Tachika, and he could go directly to the field to save someone if there was an emergency.

After he talked about it, Naker reluctantly agreed, but he stubbornly watched the whole scene.Through the fabric, Giotto couldn't help but smile, this man was as ready as himself.

He turned his attention to the ring, and the people brought by Noel threatened the civilians he took in, demanding that Naker break his oath to participate in the boxing match, creating some gimmicks for the arena.

Under such circumstances, the teenager stepped forward and convinced Noel with the reason of "more dramatic than a familiar face or a familiar face", which is why they are here tonight.

In the absence of a guardian, it is dangerous for Giotto to reveal his identity rashly. I am afraid that Fujimaru Tachika also brought this up in consideration of this point.

No matter what the leader of the guard group and the priest in the audience think, the boy standing on the stage with a towel on his head doesn't know anything—his reasons for participating in this competition are very simple, one is to help the church deal with the crisis, and the other is because the two The golden king, he has a feeling in his heart and he doesn't know how to express it, so he just came to fight and express it.

The host rang the bell as the opening signal, "Ladies and gentlemen, congratulations on choosing Noel Boxing Stadium tonight, tonight is the night of champions—!"

The crowd below the stage cheered, and when the wave of the sound was about to hit the ground, he continued: "Standing on the stage are the players we are familiar with, but today, there is a special guest."

The guards carried candlesticks to the ring and lit up Fujimaru Tachika's surroundings so that everyone could see his appearance clearly.

Under the large towel, the face of oriental descent, soft black short hair, blue eyes, and gentle temperament, no matter how you look at it, it does not belong to the scene of blood and sweat like an underground boxing ring.

There were boos, but the host was very satisfied, "I will announce the rules of the game, this little gentleman will be the red side, and all the boxers in Noel's arena will be the blue side for a round-the-wheel battle—!"

"What!?" Giotto and Naker were stunned at the same time, that's not what the man said before!

They wanted to refute, but their voices were covered by the tide of the crowd, and the audience gave them great enthusiasm, almost toppling the entire arena.

"Okay, let's start betting, guests, for the champion in your mind!" The host cheered.

Giotto originally wanted to come up and intercept the boy directly, but when he was trying to signal to him, Fujimaru Tateka's eyes hidden under the towel stared at him.

It was a sea of ​​calm.

The young man trembled, his super-intuitive sense was calling for danger.The boy smiled at him and mouthed that it was okay.

Perhaps, he should watch the match quietly, Giotto thought.

The host asked every contestant to solicit votes for him, and Tatsuka Fujimaru was intentionally ranked last. When it was his turn, the audience was so silent that the beating of the heart could be heard.

The boy took off the towel, and he was wearing a black tight short-sleeved top. His beautiful muscular curves showed that he was not as thin as he appeared on the surface.

"Say something, Mr. Xiaoxiao." The host said.

Fujimaru Tatsuka nodded, then hooked his fingers at the group of fighters, "Let the horse come here."

The crowd was silent for a moment, like a drop of water falling into a frying pan, it exploded with a bang.

"defeat him!"

"Damn boy! There are times when you regret it!"

"Yes! That's right! Noel let him know how powerful it is!"

Listening to those booing words, the young man was smiling. This was the first time the host had encountered such a situation, and his scalp felt numb after another. He managed to regain his voice, "Then, the battle of wheels begins now! Weapons can be used at will!"

To be honest, it's really hard to fight with bare hands, at least the teenager thinks so.

Facing all kinds of weapon racks, Fujimaru Tachika finally chose a long sword. Lancer might as well forget it, he comforted himself, the luck value is too low to be afraid of overturning temporarily.

Seeing him pick up the sword, the boos from the audience never stopped.

The first person from the blue team to go into battle was a young man wearing a forehead protector. His upper body was bare|naked. His strong muscles were faintly visible under the flickering candlelight. He looked quite heavy. He also used a long sword.

This is easy to do.

"Break him, swordsman!"

"Come on, swordsman, let him know how powerful he is, go home and drink milk!"

"Don't cry, Mr. Xiaoxiao, mom will wipe your tears for you."

Fujimaru Tachika held the sword in her right hand, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, her wrist drooped naturally, and the tip of the sword pointed to the ground.Such a pretentious opening attracted some people's attention, but it still couldn't change their views.

"I can give you a few tricks." The young man code-named Swordsman said to his opponent.

The young man opened his eyes, and there was still a ray of gentleness that quickly faded away, and the remaining calmness was like an arrow drawn on a string ready to be fired. He raised a sword flower in his hand, raised his right arm and raised the sword in front of him. An endlessly beautiful knight etiquette.

"No, I still hope you can show your best skills."

As soon as the words fell, the thunderous sword tip stabbed in one direction, and the stretching of the right arm was natural and swift, as if using his own arm as an extension of the sword body.

Under the candlelight, the crisp clashing sound of weapons is the best music, adding bricks and tiles to the night.

The swordsman was startled, his carelessness almost prevented him from this stabbing.He staggered back a few steps, that strength was not something a novice could use at all, he was careless!

After gaining a firm foothold, he asked sharply, "This technique... who is your teacher!"

Fujimaru Tachika withdrew the long sword, and returned to his original position lightly. He thought for a while, and replied uncertainly: "A group of... um, nameless people."

After all, it is impossible for him to say that he studied under the legendary King Arthur and many other famous swordsmen in history, right?Even if it is said, no one may believe it.

Although the answer was blurred, it still mocked the opponent. The swordsman gave up communicating with him, and instead communicated directly with the situation of the battle.

Whether it's swinging or stabbing, this boxer should be regarded as a model textbook, and it is precisely because of this that the boy quickly caught the flaws in his movements.

People watched the black figure turn into a dexterous cat, seduced on the ring for a while, and when the swordsman began to defend his lower body to expose the gap of his upper body, he quickly jumped high with the help of the pillars on the edge of the ring. Standing up, the long sword slashed down with a shattered brilliance!

The swordsman closed his eyes. Before taking the stage, everyone signed the life and death certificate. This is why Noel Boxing Stadium has always been sought after by people. No one who seeks excitement will refuse the impact of the moment of death!

People held their breath, and the moment the sword fell, the young man turned his wrist and knocked his opponent unconscious with the hilt of the sword.

Fujimaru Tachika landed on the ground with her knees touching the ground. After shedding most of her strength, she stood up and asked strangely, "Why? Won't the referee announce it?"

The host also served as the referee. He was stunned for a while, and urged the boy to kill his opponent with his eyes, so that it would be more dramatic and conflictful.

After comprehending that look, Tatsuka Fujimaru retreated to the edge of the ring, ignoring the fallen people in the arena, but the sound waves brought up by Giotto began to spread up wave after wave.

"Why didn't you announce the winner?"

"That's right, the swordsman can't stand up, right? What a useless thing!"

"Tsk, fortunately I bought several bets, all in vain!"

Under the pressure of the people, the host had no choice but to announce that the first battle was the victory of Mr. Little. Unexpectedly, the dissatisfaction of the audience who had a bad start was once high.

Giotto and Nucker squeezed to the side of the stage, cheering and cheering on the teenager who had a short rest.

The blond young man lowered his voice, and said quickly in a volume that only the three of them could hear: "If there is anything wrong, tell me immediately, and I will immediately stop this battle."

Fujimaru Tachika bent down left and right and stretched his body. The battle just ended was too simple, and he didn't open his body at all. He is making up for it now.He saw the worry in Giotto's eyes, and a smile appeared on his lips involuntarily, but before he could comfort him, the host's voice came.

"In the second round, our popular player, Chariot, will be on the stage!"

It was a burly and strong man, it is not an exaggeration to call it a meat mountain, but it was not the type of fat, but the muscles had been exercised to the extent that they were like steel.

As soon as he stepped onto the ring, there was thunderous applause from the audience.

The voice given to the chariot was several times higher than before, and the waiter also explained to the two distinguished guests at the right time: "As long as there is a chariot to go out, he will be able to wipe out all opponents! His popularity is in this The underground boxing ring is quite high, and the opponents I have fought against have never been completely out of the ring!"

Zhang Yang was the first to drop a sentence, the arrogance in the language made people shudder, "It's really not enough to watch."

The milder one also nodded, "Is there no other decent opponent?"

"...Huh?" The waiter made a confused voice, and he suddenly lowered his head in panic, knowing that he might have made a mistake.

Two pairs of eyes like wine and blood stared at the young man who had just won the ring, and there was a puzzled expression between his brows, as if he was weighing something.

Fujimaru Tachika hesitated, raised his hand and said to the host, "I have a proposal."

The man waved at the crowd and made a gesture of keeping quiet, "Be quiet, be quiet, let's hear what Mr. Little has to offer."

He glanced at the pile of meat, and then said: "Why don't we decide this round with arm wrestling."

"Boy, are you crazy?"

"No." Fujimaru Tachika scratched her head in embarrassment, "I think it will be faster."

The author has something to say: the last point is killing me, I am so busy...