The Best Swordsman in My Hero Academia

Chapter 184 Out of the sword! The battle of electric light flint (first more)

Obviously I have inexhaustible words in my heart, but at this moment it seems to be stuck in my throat, unable to speak.

How can I tell this kid not to use a sword?

People are getting old, although Gran Torino is often confused, but not stupid,

Maybe his most proud disciple-where is All Might looking at, how he was embarrassed to say such embarrassing words.

“What’s the matter, Gran Torino teacher~~?”

“it’s okay no problem!”

Gran Torino smiled awkwardly, then bounced around on the playground for a few seconds, adding:(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

“When a person is old, I am afraid that I will not be able to withstand the toss.

Then, looking at Qianhao’s thoughtful expression, Gran Torino was delighted, he liked this kind of clever boy, and he was aware of such careful reminders.

“Yes, that’s right, that’s what you think. As an elderly person, don’t use too much methods to withstand the toss.”

He thought happily, Gran Torino looked at Qianhao, and the more he looked, the more pleasing he became.

“Okay, then I’ll make a quick decision.”

The sudden echo in the air made Gran Torino’s movements stiff, and there was a faint premonition in his heart. It seems that this kid, the direction of thinking, seems to be a little bit wrong.

At this moment, in the proctoring venue, several teachers suddenly flushed, but Midnight, as a big beauty, does not have so much scruples from these men.

He smiled, pointed to the serious Qianhao on the screen, and said with a chuckle:

“This kid is absolutely deliberate. You don’t know, this kid has a lot of thoughts. In my class, it doesn’t make me eye-catching.”

Seeing that he had missed his mouth, Midnight suddenly covered his mouth, but the smile on his face couldn’t hide it.

But even so, it seems to confirm some of the ideas in the teachers’ minds. Each teacher looks at the teenagers smiling peacefully on the screen with a touch of weirdness.

Simulation field-playground,

[Class A quirk jet, by inhaling one’s own body, pressurized and released from the foot, it can be used as a means of attack or as a means of movement]

With Gran Torino’s quirk in his mind, Qianhao’s mouth raised slightly, and his smile became thicker.

I really look forward to how many swords you can pick me up?

“Ms. Gran Torino, I have a sword.”

It seems to be a reminder, but it is also an announcement.

As soon as the words fell, Gran Torino suddenly heard a sharp piercing sound, which instantly exploded in his ears.

The sword light suddenly turned into a flexible and fierce white shadow, and Lion Majesty usually stabbed him.

That ray of sword light was just a white shadow at first, and in a moment, it turned into tens of thousands, everywhere, and even faintly sealed all the way out of Gran Torino.

Gran Torino was shocked, his face convulsed for a few minutes. Suddenly, there was a roar on the soles of his feet, and a white wave of air rippled.

“¨ “Boom”

The earth cracked, dozens of rubbles drew out black shadows in the air, and greeted them towards the most prosperous white sword light.

The sound of continuous beating,

Crushed stones and white shadows entangled in the air instantly,

However, for a moment, countless white sword lights suddenly died out, and the rest of the rubble suddenly rushed into the air and shot towards the back of the empty playground.

Gran Torino was about to breathe a sigh of relief, and said inwardly:

“At such an age, I really can’t stand the toss, but this kid named Qianhao is really a monster, and the offensive is so fierce.”

But at this moment, another extremely faint white sword light suddenly jumped up, violently attacking Gran Torino’s chest.

“I fuck…”

Gran torino’s color changed in amazement, her words still roared, and her feet barely broke out with another roar.

However, this time, the white sword light came too fast, and the white air wave blasted from the soles of his feet had not yet fully formed. Between the electric light and flint, the white sword light had already touched his chest.

The tip of the sword was lightly picked, and a touch of blood plum blossom suddenly bloomed in the air!

“Ms. Gran Torino, I should be qualified.”

The blue-haired boy smiled at the corner of his mouth, but the tip of the white long sword that was as thin as a cicada’s wings was dripping blood.

The almost inaudible sound of dripping blood rang in Gran Torino’s heart, leaving a touch of paleness on his vicissitudes of life.

“This… just… lost…”.