Zongman: Starting From The Wish To Blow The Fist

It's nightfall, and it's Saturday.

Akasaka, the joy street with the longest history, welcomes a steady flow of customers.

Like an island adrift on a sea of ​​money.

[Big Universe] At the entrance of the bar, a young man dressed in a striped shirt and slacks appeared here. Although he was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses and looked like a nerd, he had broad shoulders and a tall and slender figure. And the face shape of the logo has added a lot of points to him.

Of course, there is another point, that is, although his clothes look simple, they are actually not cheap. The beautiful women who often hang out in the night market like this kind of young, handsome and rich man. I don't know how many times stronger the little boy who eats soft rice.

Rejecting countless waves of eclectic invitations, Yeto walked around the booth with ease, came to the bar, and said hello to the bartender.

"Yo Ice Room, it's such an early morning work today."

This bartender has the same tall figure, tight, explosive and streamlined muscles that are easy to see through the clothes, and the deep bronze skin is full of masculinity, while the hair is white on the contrary.

The man called 'Ice Room' had actually noticed him a long time ago, first handed the wine in his hand to a good-looking lady, then turned around and wiped his hands and said, "Are you alone?"

"if not."

"I remember you still have a girlfriend?"

"We broke up a year ago, your information should be updated."

"Well, actually, I knew it a long time ago, and I deliberately stimulated you to see how disappointed you are, but it seems to have failed." Himuro Ryo said, his expression couldn't hold back.

"Is it really okay to hold grudges like this despite being a senior brother?"

Yato sat on the high stool and shook his head.

He and Ryo Himuro met a year ago.

But at that time, how could he be so kind, the purpose was to find his master through Himuro Ryo to learn art from him.

As a result, I found it, but failed to apprentice.

Himuro Ryo's master is an expert in the field of Jeet Kune Do, with unfathomable strength.

Yato also understood why the master was unwilling to accept apprentices. After all, at that time, he had no foundation in martial arts, and he could not see any special talent, and he also looked like a three-minute enthusiasm, which made people very unconfident.

But he couldn't stand Yato's entanglement in every possible way, and finally passed a few hands.

It can be said that his current Jeet Kune Do Kungfu was the foundation laid at that time.

Its role is not insignificant.

For this, Yato was grateful.

Although there is no official apprenticeship, there is nothing wrong with calling Himuro Ryo a senior.

"Master, you can't blame me for taking you, a troublesome spirit, to him. Thanks to you, I have already left my teacher, but after you left, I suffered a lot."

Bingshiliang's mouth twitched, as if recalling his miserable situation at that time.

"That's not very good, your strength has grown a lot."

Yato snorted softly.

Although he is a time traveler, he has never encountered such treatment as being adopted by an expert and passing on his skills.

On the contrary, if you post it to ask for a teacher, no one will accept it.

"It's okay. Recently, I participated in a boxing match. I thought it would be a hard fight, but I caught a flaw and quickly solved it. The president of the big house forced me to give me a bonus after the match, so that I can rest well. , so you can see me so early tonight."

Himuro shrugged his shoulders. Although he looked indifferent, Yato could feel the joy in his bones. This was inevitable. No fighter would be unhappy because his strength became stronger.

It doesn't matter about money or anything else, it's all incidental to strength, it may be there one second or disappear the next second, but only the process of becoming stronger will run through the fighter's entire life.

"Are you willing to fight? How many times have you fought?"

"Counting the last time was the third match, why? You are also interested in this match? In fact, with your strength, you have already qualified to participate in the boxing match, but you have to hide in a place like an underground fighting arena. In my opinion, it is better to continue to be your brother from a rich family than to do this.”

Bingshiliang frowned slightly, his seemingly unkind words revealed a hint of persuasion.

"You don't understand. Only when you stay in a small group can you enjoy the fun of gradually increasing difficulty and constantly breaking obstacles like a game." Ye Dou paused and said: "But I don't plan to do this anymore. I can't find anyone who can fight me in the group circle other than Quan Yuan and Purgatory."

"oh?"

Himuro Ryo carefully looked at the young man in front of him.

Although he himself is only in his twenties, it is undoubtedly impossible for him to penetrate the fighting world in Japan at the age of eighteen, except for the two groups of Kenyuan and Purgatory.

"Then what are you going to do? Enter the boxing wish club or purgatory? Or switch careers? Or, do nothing and go back to be a son-in-law?"

"How could it be possible to do nothing? You can't just rely on training to relieve the itching of your fists." Yato grinned, showing a bright smile, "I plan to participate in the boxing competition."

"Don't you consider going to Purgatory? Although the gold content of the boxing competition is very high, the threshold is also very high. It is the opposite of Purgatory, which focuses on scale and entertainment. If you go to Purgatory, you should be able to become an A-level fighter soon, right? ?”

Ice Room raised an eyebrow.

Not surprised by Yato's decision.

"Purgatory can't do it, it's too messy, and it's easy to cause trouble."

Yato shook his head slightly, his eyes flickering.

Although I don’t know if the current purgatory has been infiltrated by the mysterious organization that is said to have run through thousands of years of Chinese history—[Worm], but even if it doesn’t exist now, there will be sooner or later. Unavoidable to be infiltrated.

At that time, it is inevitable that I will not be involved and become their pawn in eroding the Fist Club.

"Then what are your plans? Play in the name of your family?"

Himuro showed a schadenfreude smile.

"If you continue to say these nonsensical words, I will have a king's meal. I have been sitting for a long time, so hurry up and serve me a drink."

"It's really rare for a man to come to a bar without drinking."

That's what he said, but Himuro Ryo still handed him a cup of carefully crafted drink.

"In short, first find a strong enough backstage, and then compete as an agent."

Yato had a straw in his mouth, and his voice was a bit indistinct.

"Want to come to [Yiyi Country House Bookstore]? I don't mind taking turns with you. After all, no one can guarantee that they won't get injured."

Himuro Ryou sends out an invitation.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I still intend to compete with others."

Yato refused.

"Is it my illusion? I feel that your subconscious mind seems to be worried that you will squeeze me away."

Bingshi said with a cool face.

"How can I beat you, you have to have confidence in yourself, brother."

Yato comforted me as if I really couldn't do it.

"...Tch, wait until I get off work and find a place to have a fight? It seems like we haven't fought for a long time, just to see how your level has improved now, lest your first boxing match be taken lightly and be beaten up Half dead."

Hearing his words, Himuro felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Don't be so angry."

Yato shrugged, unaffected by his words.

I wanted to continue to ask about the boxing competition and the latest trends in the fighting world, when suddenly there was a noise in my ear, and the sound of a wine bottle breaking.

Subconsciously, he turned his head to look.

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