I'm really not Kamen Rider

Don't fool me. Don't think I haven't seen a Fire Dragon Summoner. How can there be a Fire Dragon Summoner like you? !

It's okay to bully a level-up monster like a spider without transforming. Those small fish from the Bei Group can fight you back and forth. All of this is understandable.

But I'm from the Mei Group! I'm a squid from the Mei Group! I'm not some rotten fish (Daguba: It's rotten fish.), for me, you Fire Village can only let the Fire Dragon take action to defeat me!

And it has to be a transformed Fire Dragon.

But what about this thing in front of me? I punched him in the head, and although he was bleeding, he stood up again in a blink of an eye as if nothing had happened. It was even like he suddenly wore an invisible Fire Dragon armor, and his posture of dodging left and right was extremely agile.

Is this still a human?

It's okay to be more and more frightened the more I fight, but the key is that I later swept over with a street lamp pole, and he blocked it with his arms bent!

Just bent his arm to block it!

He stood there motionless, his arm showed no signs of breaking, and even his face was unusually calm.

What does this mean? It means that in his eyes, this is all commonplace and normal.

But for humans, is this normal?

Normal shit!

Not to mention that later, in full view of the public, he took out a red and white sword out of thin air.

The squid said that I was dumbfounded.

Is this a person? The summoner of the fire dragon in this life, if he was a person, I, the squid, would drink the water of this river on the spot!

The red and white sword dragged a long trail on the ground. In the sparks caused by the sword trail rubbing against the ground, Tiandao rushed over with a sword, and the squid's figure at the moment was reflected in his eyes burning with golden flames.

Apart from this figure, there was nothing else.

"You are not a fire dragon at all!" The squid roared: "No... You are not even a human!"

"Who are you! Who are you!"

The action of constantly spitting ink represents its panic and helplessness now, and represents its helplessness of not knowing what to do now. It can only repeat such attacks, trying to give itself the possibility of victory over and over again.

But...

The sword stabbed left and right, sweeping away all the ink, and the cold killing intent flowed in the eyes burning with golden flames.

Obviously, the flames were ignited, but the temperature in these eyes was colder than the coldest cold ice.

"Give it to me..."

Before the subsequent words were finished, the red and white sword flew out of his hand, turned into a stream of light, and penetrated into the squid's abdomen.

The terrifying power took the squid up, and then took the squid's body and inserted it into the ground, fixing the squid.

"Woo wow!"

The intense pain swept through his body, and the squid hugged the sword with both hands, trying his best to pull the sword out.

But the figure that followed closely behind sat on the squid's chest, pressed the squid under his body, raised his fists and opened them left and right, punching the squid in the face one after another.

Every punch that landed on the squid's face could bring horrible damage. The fist seemed to have added some kind of strange power, which not only strengthened the power of the Heavenly Dao, but also caused some restrained damage to the squid itself.

A punch fell, and the cry and pleading from a mother appeared in his eyes.

A punch fell, and the cry of a baby and the innocent eyes appeared in his heart.

A punch fell, and a photo of a man holding his wife, hunched over, sitting alone in the sun, flashed in his mind.

A punch fell...

Every punch carried some kind of strange belief.

Every punch was mixed with mixed will.

Every time it fell, the fire in the eyes of the Heavenly Dao grew three points more.

The squid's cheeks began to deform, spitting ink, and the mouthparts that took the lives of others were beaten and bleeding. The hands that punched down one by one could feel the squid's bones breaking and the mouthparts being torn.

"No... you... what on earth..." Fists fell like rain curtains, and the squid couldn't even say a complete sentence, and could only say one or two words intermittently.

But in the falling fists, no matter how many voices there were, they fell silent, and no matter how many sobs there were, they also fell into silence.

The struggling body gradually slowed down, and the beating heart also disappeared little by little, completely returning to nothingness.

The squid's vitality was completely cut off under the beatings of one punch after another, and finally... became a wisp of dead soul.

But even so, the beating of the heaven still did not fall. He was covered in blood, and now he looked like an evil ghost, so that his actions at this moment actually made Rose Girl and the others stay where they were, and they didn't dare to go up and say anything more.

"He looks more like Gurongi than us." Mantis girl didn't know what she was thinking of, her body was actually trembling slightly, not knowing whether it was because of fear or excitement.

"Even if the squid is in a bad state, but... he was beaten to death by a punch..." Chameleon's expression was particularly complicated, especially after seeing Tiandao who was still beating, a trace of fear that Gurong shouldn't have flashed in his eyes.

"Humph, he just beat the squid, he can't beat me." The piranha said proudly with his neck stiff.

But even though it said it, it didn't even plan to go out, and it still stayed behind the rose girl without moving.

"Tian Dao! Tian Dao!" At this time, another person stood up and threw himself on Tian Dao, grabbing Tian Dao's wrist, trying his best to stop him: "Enough! It's dead! Tian Dao! Enough!"

The two fists fell to the ground on both sides. Tian Dao did not raise his hands. He lowered his head and looked at the dead and rotten face of the squid.

Tian Dao's blood mixed with sweat dripped bit by bit, wetting the ground.

Boom!

A flash of thunder flashed across the sky, and then... the gloomy sky began to rain, and in an instant it turned into a rain curtain, connecting the sky and the earth.

Bat opened the umbrella and stood beside Rose Girl.

"Let's go." Looking at the battle that had ended over there, Rose Girl turned around and left without any reluctance: "The winner has been decided."

"Why not take advantage of now..." Chameleon made a gesture of wiping his neck.

"If you want to be killed by Daguba, you can go." After leaving this sentence, Rose was too lazy to say anything more and left.

Chameleon's expression froze, and then he nodded angrily and said no more.

The sound of raindrops hitting the ground was endless. Before sinking into the darkness, Rose turned around and stared at Tiandao... Yitiao on his body.

But she only took a glance, and then she chose to leave.

In the pouring rain, the dead body would not feel anything, but Yitiao was holding Tiandao, holding tightly, and refusing to let go for a moment.

"Yitiao..."

"Tiandao?" The hair was stuck to the side of the cheek. Even though it was difficult to open his eyes due to the heavy rain, Yitiao still held Tiandao's head and looked at him.

"Tiandao, do you still recognize me? You..."

"Ichijo..." The golden flames burning in his eyes faded away, and Tiandao murmured: "Ichijo, send me to a place."

"Okay, where do you want to go!"

...

Kneeling in front of Kiko's black and white photo, Saya kept her head down, recalling every bit of her and Kiko's past in her mind.

Kiko's parents kept talking to the relatives and friends who came to mourn, and barely cheered up in the atmosphere of mourning.

The closed door blocked the wind and rain from the outside world, as if as long as this was done, Kiko would be able to come back safely.

However, the closed door was still a little late.

However, the closed door was destined to be pushed open one day.

The creaking door was pushed open to both sides, attracting everyone's attention.

His whole body was wet with rain, and the remaining bloody smell on his body had not yet dissipated. He stepped in like a demon from hell, and came to this brightly lit world.

One step at a time, firm and persistent.

Saya seemed to sense something and turned back suddenly.

Kiko's parents also covered their mouths with unbelievable eyes.

Although the evil spirit came, it did not bring disaster and killing, but brought the regret of the dead and the joy of the living.

Even though it had been beaten beyond recognition, the bright silver head and the familiar color still reminded everyone of the appearance of the unconfirmed life form photographed in the newspaper.

It was also... the murderer who killed Kiko.

Carrying such a head, he passed by the relatives and friends in the room, passed by Saya who was kneeling, passed by Kiko's parents, and finally stood in front of Kiko.

The dripping rain wet the ground and rolled down his cheeks along his hair.

The obviously collapsed shoulders made his figure look high on one side and low on the other.

The fist marks on his face, the broken corners of his mouth, and the pupils filled with blood, still rosy.

And what he faced was a girl who kept a bright smile, but had turned black and white, no longer had any vitality, and was frozen.

Bowing slightly, putting the squid's head in front of her photo, Tiandao took a few steps back and bowed deeply.

For a moment, all the sounds around him turned into the pain of a mother's collapse mixed with joy and sorrow, and the comfort and lament of a father who lost his daughter supporting his wife.

And... a friend was stunned, staring at the back, speechless for a while.

"I brought you the person who turned your life into black and white."

"This colorful world, there are too many wonderful things, you haven't seen these."

"Sorry."

The bowed body stood up again, Tiandao straightened his back, turned around without any nostalgia, faced everyone's eyes, and left slowly just like when he came.

The girl with a bright smile watched Tiandao's back gradually move away.

The squid, with its eyes wide open, watched the departure of its terrified enemy.

…

This was not a matter of following the crowd driven by the responsibility of the Flame Dragon.

It was something that Shenshan Tiandao felt he should do.