I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Pity……"

With a wave of his wings, he lifted up cleverly and staggered with the locomotive under his feet, leaving a suffocating cold wind.

"Even if there is no way to solve that Araki Zongsuke today, at least please stay here!"

Thick ice crystals spread from the feet of the warriors of the Warring States Period, freezing the two in the car together!

"boom."

The "ice sculpture" made by two people and one car fell feebly into the snow.

"Up, down, left, right, left and right AB!"

In the next second, a golden chrysanthemum pattern lit up from under the ice layer, turning the ice into dew like a candle.

"Asshole, asshole... I fight with you!"

Fujiwara Takumi climbed up from the snow, waved his hand and ran in the direction of No.2.

"Purification?"

"Number Two" hovered steadily three meters above the ground, with his hands hanging on his side, so I could watch the "God Son" running in embarrassment below.

"I noticed before, your technique seems to have a huge distance limit?"

A series of sharp ice ridges rose from the ground and appeared on the way Fujiwara Takumi was advancing.

"Oh?"

However, in the following scenes, "Number Two" couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Fujiwara Takumi, running deep and shallow on the snow, can always avoid the icy edges in awkward positions such as wrestling, slipping, and imbalance, staggering and narrowing the distance between the two sides.

"Is this, the effect of some kind of blessing?"

I couldn't really see it in the high air before, but Takumi Fujiwara didn't seem to have used any commendable techniques from beginning to end.

He thought that thanks to the protection of Araki Sosuke, Fujiwara Takumi and others were able to survive their overwhelming offensive.

Thinking about it now, the blessing technique of this god son should also play an important role in it.

"Hold on, Takumi, your only chance of victory is to narrow the distance between the two sides!"

Fujiwara Takumi did not answer the other party's question, but ran with his head sullenly running.

"Huh, I see when you can hide..."

As the "No. 2" raised its hand, dozens of dense ice ridges rose on the ground in front of Fujiwara Takumi...

"Warring States warrior, please!"

Fujiwara Takumi's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he roared to the side...

"Boom boom boom boom!"

The pitch-black warrior of the Warring States Period suddenly sprang out from behind the snow hill on the other side and rushed towards him!

"When?! Oops, ignoring that Fusangshen..."

Only then did I notice that, taking advantage of the opportunity of Fujiwara Takumi to attract his attention, the locomotive Fusangshen did not know when it touched the front!

"Yes, this is the strategy of a senior player..."

Looking at the swift warring States warrior, Fujiwara Takumi tried his best to jump up, with a smirk at the corner of his mouth: "Follow me up and solve him!"

After a "close-to-body fight" with Mochizuki on the mountainside, he knew very well...

His only reliance is the opponent's underestimation and the coercion inherent in that useless spiritual power.

The moment he climbed up from the snow, he knew from the bottom of his heart that with his physical fitness, even if he ran to the front, he couldn't touch this cult that could fly freely.

The only chance is to use the only Sengoku warrior with explosive and jumping power to attack the opponent...

Then, using the powerful deterrence of his "sixteen petal eightfold chrysanthemum pattern", he will pull his opponent to the same starting line as himself...

In the end, defeat the opponent with a wealth of "hand-to-hand ♂ experience".

"Boom boom boom boom!"

The warrior of the Warring States period leaped at a speed that could not cover his ears...

"Wait, wait, this posture..."

Raising the front of the car, he steadily caught the frozen Fujiwara Takumi in midair...

... buttocks.

"...It's totally different from what I thought ah ah ah ah ah!"

Then, amid the screams of Fujiwara Takumi's chicken flying eggs, the heavy locomotive stepped on the rising icy ridge all the way up, like a rocket launching towards the incompletely reacted number two!

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!"

Combination technique, "Plasma Tornado Blasting Head, Tire Burning Hot Chrysanthemum, Snow Limited Edition"!

"Give me down!"

Enduring the burning and painful friction between his thighs, Fujiwara Takumi looked grimly toward the man in the white robe and mask that was getting closer and closer in the air, opening his warm embrace...

The ancients said that if you come, you will be at ease.

Although his posture is different from what he expected, as long as he can rush to the expected height and pull the opponent down the snow, a little friction between the thighs is nothing.

"That, your Excellency, is there any misunderstanding about me..."

Facing Fujiwara Takumi, who was sour and bashing, the "Two" stood still in the air, and the ice crystals in front of him quickly condensed and compressed...

The difference from the previous one is that the color of this ice cube is so deep that there is no reflection of light.

Between the two, there was an extra vivid, plump, black female ice sculpture in an instant!

Looking closely, there is an unfathomable, one-person-wide hollow beneath this beautiful ice sculpture, just like a black "human-shaped coffin."

"Declare in advance that the closer the distance, the stronger my'Snow Dog Power'!"

The "vertical lift" Fujiwara Takumi, like a rocket connected to the space station, plunged into the black "Snow Maiden".

"Bang Dang."

The "Snow Maiden" in which Fujiwara Taku Customs was in it fell straight into the snow from midair.

"Being locked up in this ‘Snow Maiden’, even with the protection of the gods, your Excellency should have nowhere to hide, right?"

"Boom boom boom boom!"

The warriors who landed together were trapped by a layer of ice all over their bodies, and they couldn't even turn their wheels.

"I made a mistake, I didn't expect this guy, the closer the distance, the faster the ice and snow will condense..."

Fujiwara Takumi, who was sealed in the "Snow Maiden," suddenly fell into a slap in the face.

"Right, lower left, upper AB!"

Forcibly resisting the tearing pain, he slammed the coin in his hand against the dark ice cube in front of him.

A burst of golden chrysanthemum patterns broke out inside the black human-shaped coffin!

Shinto technique, purification.

However, the unfavorable purification only caused a small circle of melting inside the black ice cube...

"No, no..."

Seeing the black liquid dripping slowly from the inner wall and turning into ice crystals, Fujiwara Takumi's eyes flashed with despair.

"Can resentment really condense to this level?"

The black ice coffin that trapped him was actually frozen from compressed to liquid resentment!

"You don't have to work hard, this ‘dark ice’ has been injected with a lot of ‘divine power’, which is definitely not an ordinary technique that can be destroyed!"

Outside the ice layer, there was a hoarse voice of "Number Two".

"Unfortunately, even in this climate, I can only create dark ice five meters in front of me, otherwise you would have been buried on that hillside long ago!"

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