Zongman: Starting From The Wish To Blow The Fist

Tokyo, Shinagawa Ward.

The night is deep, far away from the bustling and noisy market, and you can't feel a trace of warmth.

The blind corners of the city, nothing more.

Along the Meguro River, which has gradually prospered with economic development, the interior of a warehouse is full of wonderful enthusiasm, which can awaken people's instinctive impulses deep in their hearts, and let their emotions be released involuntarily.

The warehouse is large enough to hold hundreds of people.

It was more than enough for an underground concert. In fact, quite a lot of people gathered here at this time.

There are extreme people in suits and t-shirts with tattoos.

Ordinary people will feel like they accidentally broke into another world when they step into this place.

"Ooooh! Blow his head off, 'Giant'!"

"Let that damned little man go back to the stinky gutter where he stayed!"

"How could a third-rate underground group win the trump card of 'Bishamon'."

This kind of scene can only be described as 'chaos'.

People are waving banknotes, their faces are bloodshot, and there is not much rationality in their eyes.

Their emotions were all concentrated in the square rope arena in the middle of the warehouse.

There are three people standing on the ring.

One is the referee, and the remaining two are contestants from both sides of tonight's "Duel of Death".

"Hmm~ so you are the trump card here?"

The black-haired youth seemed to have captured the interesting information, and let out a drawn-out hum from his nose.

Frankly speaking.

The opponent standing in front of him deviated somewhat from the human impression of an 'ordinary person'.

He is 2.1 meters tall, and his physique is not only thin, but strong and powerful. He only wears sports shorts. His exposed upper body muscles are distinct, and his legs are also extremely muscular. He weighs more than 180kg.

What made the black-haired young man a little bit concerned was that the opponent's arms were unexpectedly long, which affected the overall proportions, but since they could be the third largest fighting group in the village after [Fist Wishes] and [Purgatory] [Bisha] If a representative of Tian [Heaven] goes to battle, then his strength is naturally beyond doubt, and this interesting feature may become the opponent's weapon.

The dark-haired youth thought to himself.

In the past year in the online fighting world, I have suffered a lot of losses. Unlike the table fighting world, the rules here are not optimistic enough to worry about accidents in the ring. Rather, it is better to accidentally lose your life. most normal.

But... it's still fun, fighting.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be smiling so happily."

The giant man spoke suddenly.

His face was expressionless, like a Buddha statue shrouded in shadow, imposing and depressing.

"Less than a third of the people who fought against me, Levi's Kant, survived. However, it is said that there are also many people who lost their legs and hands and felt that life was boring, so they killed themselves."

"It seems that you are very confident in your joint skills."

The black-haired youth grinned.

Show bright white teeth.

The pure smile of Lie Xinxi made the "giant soldier" Reeves Kant narrow his eyes, and gradually raised his killing intent: "I've heard of you, Igarashi Yato."

"I entered the underground fighting a year ago. I was just a half-baked layman at the beginning, but my physical fitness is good. Although I haven't lost so far, how much can you improve? A genius like Imai Xiaoyu is not just casually. I can meet you."

"I'll let you know that you're just a loach rolling in the mud."

"What about you? A frog in a pond? Only croaking in the dead of night?"

Igarashi Yato tilted his head, and said trash talk that made the other party even more angry.

"--So!"

The referee raised his arms and shouted passionately:

"'Black Blood' vs' Bishaten', the final round of the group duel, please get ready!"

"snort!"

The giant man suppressed his anger, his face became colder, he lowered his body slightly, his arms crossed to protect his chest, but the movement of his wrists looked a bit like a boxing stance.

Yato assumed a standard sideways posture, which is the so-called combat alert posture.

Intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced at the opponent's lower body. Although he was not wearing shoes, he could feel the abnormally developed lower body strength. It was obvious that he could easily break the defense of the lower body and further damage his center of gravity by stepping on his toes. .

'Giant soldiers...? Sure enough, it was different from the opponents I had contacted in the past. '

With just a few glances, Yato sensed something unusual about his opponent.

"--start!"

The referee waved his hand, and then quickly moved his legs away.

It turns out he was right.

The moment Levi's Kant finished speaking, he kicked his feet on the ground and slammed into Yato like a car out of control. The desperate and tragic momentum was enough to extinguish the rationality of ordinary people, and the speed was quite fast... No, to be precise, his explosiveness is outstanding.

The explosive power that allows such a bulky body to start as fast as a supercar is definitely not something that can be achieved by simple exercise.

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