It was hard to get rid of Dr. Yingchu's almost fanatical curiosity for knowledge in his eyes.
Bai Tangjing returned to the spectator seat.
"Welcome back, Mirror."
Saeko smiled and greeted him.
The three people next to him were stunned.
"Hey, hey, hey! You guy," Ryo Himuro waved his plastered arm, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop twitching. "You took such a heavy blow, and you didn't even go to the medical room?"
Bai Tangjing, who put on his glasses again, smiled evilly and raised his right hand, which was still flexible.
"Huh? With an injury of this magnitude, it would be easy to go to the medical room, right?"
"Yes, yes!" Okubo, who was beside Ryo Himuro, also echoed, "You won't need a plaster for just an arm injury, right?"
"..."
"Ice Arm" Himuro Ryo - Silence.
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During the battle between Yulei Zero, a member of Golden Entertainment, and Burmese boxer Sa Pain.
Yulei Ling's lightning-like speed, which was almost beyond common sense, attracted Bai Tangjing's attention.
But soon, when the analysis results of the intelligent brain were released on the retina, this interest disappeared.
"The tibia that has been modified by specialized training, hmm... is really an exaggeration, is it almost a recurved structure?"
"This brain wave state seems to require special spiritual practice?"
When the two most special characteristics of the brain were discovered, the boy's desire for this speedy technology disappeared.
Because Bai Tangjing has always been sober, the inner strength of dragon blood with a promising future is the foundation of his career.
And will this technology of specializing human body organs into distortions affect the condition of the meridians in the legs?
Bai Tangjing, who had just started practicing Dragon Blood Internal Power, did not dare to make inferences based on his shallow knowledge and lack of reference samples.
Bai Tangjing is not prepared to put his bright future and a mere high-speed mobile technology at both ends of the gambling table.
...
After the battle between Yurai Rei and Sapain, Hakudou Kei, who had been casually chatting with Saeko, slowly straightened up in his seat.
"?"
Saeko, who was confused by the boy's change of attitude, followed the boy's gaze and looked at the big screen.
It suddenly became clear.
[Magic Spear] Kuroki Gensai vs [Martial God] Takemoto Kuan
Then Saeko's expression became calm.
"Uncle Takemoto's game...doesn't his injury matter?"
"This match is not about injuries, Saeko." Bai Tangjing's eyes followed the appearance of a man who looked like an upright black bear in the corridor!
The solemnity and excitement in the young man's eyes also reached their peak at this time!
"Master is not a martial artist who would lose due to that level of injury."
"But Kuroki Gensai... although I only knew him for a few minutes in the first round. But even those few minutes were enough for me to conclude that this man - is this man.
One of the strongest people in the Sub-Destiny Tournament!"
"In other words, will Uncle Takemoto lose?"
Saeko looked at the two people standing opposite each other on the field and murmured.
She has absolute trust in her lover's judgment.
But the old man whose name has been known throughout Japan as the "God of War" has been known since his childhood...
Saeko just couldn’t imagine the opponent losing!
"Both sides prepare!"
The senior referee of the Boxing Club stood in the middle of the two players and carefully confirmed both sides.
But before he waved his arm, the sturdy old man in kimono spoke.
"Kuroki Gensai," the old man touched his chin, with uncertainty in his tone, "I remember that you were taught by...Kai Wanliu?"
For an old man who has been in the Japanese martial arts world for decades, someone like Kuroki Gensai.
He has become famous in the world and can be called an extremely outstanding rising star.
To know his school and master's lineage, it's just a matter of whether you want to think about it, not whether you can.
The connections accumulated by the old man throughout his life are such a convenient and powerful thing.
"It's an honor to be known by [Martial God]..." The stern man with a black bear-like body and slick hair bowed his head slightly to show respect for his senior. "It's an honor."
His height and body width are not much different from the old man, but from the side, the difference in body thickness is almost twice that of the old man, which still shows the difference between the man who is a mature martial artist and the old man.
"Oh, oh, oh!" The old man waved his hands hurriedly, "Don't worry about this kind of thing."
"After all, compared with the person you talked about at the end of the last round, this title is really not on the table."
"Oh...Your Excellency Guo Haihuang?"
At this point, Kuroki Gensai also understood why this old senior who was rumored to "prefer cute disciples who can have a good fight immediately rather than words" would initiate a conversation on the eve of the battle.
After all, that name is almost equivalent to the physical embodiment of the word "martial arts", for anyone who is interested in martial arts.
They all exude the allure of the rain from the sky to travelers in the desert!
Come to think of it, even the [God of War] who is rumored to be a "war mad" would not be dissatisfied at all for wasting a few minutes just for this name before the battle.
"My interactions with that Excellency were all finished at the end of the last game."
Kuroki Genzai's eyes and face were still cold and calm.
It is like the perfect interpretation of "immovable as a mountain" in martial arts and art of war.
"Really, that's it." The old man lowered his head, as if he was disappointed after his dream was empty. "Is there only one day of guidance?"
But as the words fell, a chilling horror rose from the old man's low figure.
It was as if there was something inhuman in the old man's body, and it was about to tear this body apart from the inside out, roaring into the world.
The senior referee, who was originally professional and calm, was already sweating and took a few steps back unconsciously.
The auditorium, which was watching the live game on the big screen on the field, was inexplicably silent as if the mute button had been pressed.
Standing opposite the old man, Kuroki Gensai, who looked like a rock from beginning to end, also shrugged his shoulders slightly and lowered his center of gravity as if in a stress reaction.
"Am I... forced into a fighting state?!"
The powerful karate master who once used a wine jar to deflect rifle bullets from a distance of several meters was shocked by the violent spontaneous reaction of his body.
The old man's words continued.
"But judging from your talent, that is to say..." When the hoarse voice squeezed out from the old man's wide-open lips and teeth, it seemed to be dyed with a layer of horror.
"Even if it's just one day.
Even if it's just a minor one.
Can you have a few moves with that ‘incarnation of martial arts’ today?!”
"If you can do it now..."
After a slight silence, Kuroki Genzai bowed his head slightly again.
"Then, I will fulfill your wish at the 'appropriate' time."
"Understand, understand."
On the face of the strong old man, he was even laughing wildly because of his excessive excitement.
The old but still strong arms retracted the kimono sleeves, and then stretched out from the collar!
The kimono hangs down to the waist, and the strong upper body is exposed to the air!
"As long as I hit you until you are at your wits end, that's the 'right' time...right!"
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