My Stand-in is Steve

Chapter 611 I, Fang Mo, do what he says!

“Aren’t the fighting tournaments in this world too popular?”

In the stands of the fighting tournament, the little demon who was watching the match rested his chin listlessly, yawned lazily and said: "Let's read more era books if we have the chance, and then go to Longzhu to watch the martial arts tournament..."

Yes, since the resources in the MC world are almost used up, Xiaoyao is too lazy to go back, so he just comes over with Fang Mo to join in the fun.

But just like what she said, this so-called fighting competition... is indeed quite exciting. Although it brings together martial arts masters from all over the country to participate in the battle, you must know that this is a world of one punch, and the upper limit of martial arts is too low. There's no way he can compare to those cheating guys.

But fortunately, both of them have read the original work and know that the early stage of this plot is not interesting, so they are mentally prepared.

 Now, it’s nothing more than watching Saitama or Suiryu pass by every second.

 “Dragon Ball…”

Fang Mo next to him is quite laid-back. He enjoys the feeling that the other person can always be by his side. No matter how boring the fighting game is, he seems to be able to watch it with relish: "That world is indeed quite interesting. If I would also like to visit if I have the chance.”

 “Yes, that’s my childhood memory.”

 Xiaoyao said casually: "When I was a kid, the only thing that kept me up early during the summer vacation was Arale and Dragon Ball. But at that time, I would often switch to selling counterfeit medicine..."

“Because the old men and women are going home after visiting the morning market, of course they have to broadcast the advertisement for the miracle doctor.”

Fang Mo said casually, and then suddenly seemed to think of something, and touched his chin thoughtfully: "Hey little demon, what do you think it will do if I make a wish to the dragon... and want to enjoy the service of a dragon? ?”

 “Then you may have to become a bus.”

 The little demon said angrily.

"Haha." Fang Mo couldn't help but feel happy when he heard this. Otherwise, he felt comfortable staying with her. After all, no one in the plot world could understand such a remote joke.

Thinking of this, Fang Mo also reached out and rubbed the other person's head twice: "Hey, it's great to have you."

 “If you really want to go, I’m afraid you’ll have to run around later.”

The little demon raised his hand and knocked Fang Mo's hand off, then straightened his hair and said, "You can just run the map over there in the abyss wasteland. I will also make a quantum ring for you when the time comes. You can just let Steve fly." Get up and run...I remember there are a lot of reward boxes on the surface over there.”

 “I don’t need to wear a ring.”

Fang Mo shook his head: "I drew a blast ring a few days ago. I originally wanted to give it to you, but since you have mechanically ascended... I might as well leave it to Steve for use."

 Speaking of this, Fang Mo also recalled it.

 There seems to be a big bag of rewards in my backpack.

Yes, since Fang Mo came to One Punch World, he has received two big waves of rewards in a row, such as the sissy core, the creation awl, the defense cup, Experiment 115, and the oil spring. I have saved a lot, but I have been lazy recently and haven't studied it.

 If you think about it carefully.

 I have indeed been a little too salty recently.

Since he deceived the little demon, all the dangerous thoughts in Fang Mo's heart have basically disappeared. Now, apart from fishing in troubled waters every day, he seems to have no sense of crisis or urgency at all. He even wants to play mahjong or something when he is bored. .

Thinking of this, Fang Mo suddenly realized that he had been a little slack recently.

So he also reflected a little bit.

Originally, Fang Mo was lazily leaning on the stool, crossing his legs and admiring the game below. But after realizing that he was too lazy, he directly transferred his consciousness to Steve, intending to do something serious.

 For example, take the opportunity to study the reward props and so on.

 “That’s okay too.”

But Xiaoyao obviously didn’t know what Fang Mo was thinking. She nodded casually at first, but the next second she was suddenly stunned: "Huh? Why is Saitama on the stage again... I'll go! It's Mr. Bakuzan!"

 “Huh? Mr. Bakuzan has appeared?”

 Hearing what Xiaoyao said, Fang Mo's attention was drawn again.

 When he looked up at the arena, he really saw the legendary Master Bakuzan.

The opponent is a burly man with thick eyebrows and a beard. At the moment, he is wearing a white training suit, but his arms and chest are deliberately exposed. His muscles look very strong. He is indeed a man with pretty good strength. fighter.

  It's just that what's completely inversely proportional to his strength is his state of mind.

Since the competition has not officially started yet, normally it is time for the fighters on both sides to communicate with each other and introduce their own schools.

 But Bakuyama didn’t have any so-called expert demeanor at all. Instead, he showed a somewhat cruel smile.

 I saw him constantly gesturing back and forth with his hands or feet on Saitama's body opposite him.

Fang Mo had swallowed an unknown number of essence berries, and his physical fitness was extremely high. At this moment, he listened carefully and heard the conversation between the two. As expected, Bakuzan was saying some threatening words, saying that he would kick Saitama's knees to pieces first. , then break his spine, and finally split his Tianling Cap with a knife and so on.

It was just after Bakuzan knocked Saitama on the head provocatively.

As expected, Saitama couldn't help it.

Because just now, the wig on his head suddenly tilted. If it fell off, it would be exposed, so he subconsciously punched it.

 “Don’t touch my wig.”

As Saitama complained, Bakuzan didn't even react. His stomach suddenly sunk, and his eyes bulged at the same time. His whole body arched like a cooked shrimp after suffering a heavy blow, and he shot out like a cannonball. It flew out of the ring and slammed into the wall not far away.

 “Oh oh oh chalanzi chalanzi!”

Seeing Baoshan being knocked away, the audience below also burst into cheers.

I have to say that ordinary people in this boxing world are really blind. Saitama just changed into a training suit and put on a very rough wig. This group of people actually thought he was Charanko.

And in contrast, while they cheered for Saitama, they also kept booing Bakuzan. Yes, this group of people had no observation skills at all. In their opinion, Bakuzan was obviously too weak. He even claims to have won two fighting competitions.

“Okay, the invincible Mr. Bakuzan has fallen.”

After seeing Baoshan fall, Fang Mo also withdrew his attention from the arena and continued to study his reward props.

“Speaking of which, are you going to play a game soon?”

The little demon also withdrew his gaze, thought for a while and asked: "What if you are drawn against Saitama? You won't be killed by his punch, right? Do you have the totem of immortality in your hand? ?For safety reasons, do you want to bring one with you..."

 “I’m sorry, I’ve never worn that thing in my life.”

Fang Mo waved his hand and said indifferently.

“…Isn’t there something wrong with your word wearing?” Xiao Yao also frowned when she heard this, but then she chuckled and said mockingly: “You don’t have the chance to wear it, right?”

 “Why do you care so much about such details?”

Fang Mo raised his eyebrows when he heard this. Normally, people would not recognize this homophone, but due to problems with the Chinese module, Fang Mo communicated with others more like using his thoughts. No matter what language you use to communicate, it feels like you can automatically put a subtitle in other people's minds to help translate.

Thinking of this, Fang Mo also took the initiative to change his words: "In short, this is a reset version of Saitama, not the original one. Even a hungry wolf can defeat him... Do you think I will be afraid?"

“Isn’t his new setting an exponential growth?”

The little demon insisted: "Maybe you won't be able to hold on even if I'm being beaten?"

"Then like this, when I go down to fight him later, you show off your feet to my mouth first." Fang Mo stretched out his hand and took the immortality gem handed over by Steve. The white light flashed and activated, Then he looked at the gem and said: "When I lose, you can pull out your foot and see how long I can hold on..."

 “Get out of here, you’re disgusting.”

When the little demon heard this, he immediately punched Fang Mo: "You are so perverted, why don't you just turn into a sock and put it on my feet?"

"…Um!?"

Fang Mo was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the little demon with sudden realization.

"You, you, you, shut up!" The little demon reacted immediately when he saw this look. He shrank in his seat a little uneasily and said, "Now, it's time for you to go to the game...get off now!"

 “Tsk…disappointing.”

Hearing this, Fang Mo curled his lips in disdain, but the other party was indeed not talking nonsense. It was really his turn in this game.

So he shook his head and slowly stood up from his seat: "Is there a reward for winning?"

 “Rewards you with a thermal mechanical gear.”

 “Hey, is it made of copper?”

"roll!"

After exchanging a few words with each other, Fang Mo smiled and walked towards the arena in a good mood.

Since the fighting competition was based on a draw, Fang Mo did not directly compete with Saitama. Instead, he met someone who looked familiar. He looked like a tall and elegant man, wearing a plaid sweater and a white shirt on his lower body. Wearing suit pants and black gloves, as soon as Fang Mo appeared on the stage, the other party was already observing him.

“Dear audience friends, the person standing in front of you is this year’s rising star in the martial arts world!”

As soon as Fang Mo appeared on the stage, the referee here immediately began to introduce: "Unlike the veteran fighter Qiao Ze on the other side, the person standing in front of everyone now is the founder of a new martial arts...Mr. Fang Mo!"

“Of course not only that, he is also one of the S-class heroes in the Hero Association today, the priest of the Original God!!”

As soon as the word "priest" was spoken, the whole arena immediately became a sensation.

I saw the cheers ringing out like a wave. Not only the spectators around the four games, but even Miss Round, who was responsible for holding the placards, became excited. Many people cheered enthusiastically, and they didn’t even know where to take out the cards. I got a bunch of fan cards with the word "Father" written on them, followed by a lot of love hearts and the like.

 But it is worth mentioning.

Fang Mo’s fans are not just these girls, there are even many young men, aunties, old men and the like who are holding signs and screaming and shouting.

Even Fang Mo himself was a little surprised after seeing this scene.

Without knowing it, this church has developed so well, and has achieved perfect development for all ages. As expected, the ability to explode gold coins is really strong... In the true sense, all ages can take advantage of it. After all, who else can Do you like gold?

 “Ah ah ah! Father!”

Countless fans below were holding signs and shouting wildly, and some even took out their net bags and shouted: "Throw it here! Father, please bless me!"

 However, it is different from the whole place boiling.

  Xiao Yao’s face was full of question marks after seeing this.

　　　　???”

She looked around subconsciously, and then looked at Fang Mo, completely confused.

Honestly, she couldn't figure it out even if she tried to think about it. She just went back to the MC world to play with the machine's skills for a while, and then it turned out to be so popular.

“Ahem... I didn’t expect Mr. Father’s appearance to cause such a big sensation.”

I have to say that the referee here seems to be quite surprised, but as the referee and host of the game, of course he still hopes that the scene will be more lively. After all, this is a live TV broadcast, and he will get bonuses if the ratings are high.

So after thinking about it, he immediately released another news.

“You may not know, but Mr. Father is challenging the martial arts world this time... He actually brings a set of techniques he created himself.”

as expected.

 As soon as this sentence is spoken.

 The audience below immediately became more excited.

There were many people over there who were intoxicated and shouting wildly, saying weird things like "I want to confess".

　　Obviously, these audiences are looking forward to it. After all, S-class heroes in this world are already super hot spots, and they have a sense of traffic. In an instant, everyone began to guess, what is the martial arts created by the priest, the Cross Penitence Fist? Or something like the God's Palm that explodes gold coins?

 In fact, if it is the latter.

 This group of spectators are already ready to rush to the ring to grab gold coins as soon as possible.

At this moment, the host here also smiled. The popularity of the competition was almost the same now, so of course he no longer wanted to talk about it.

"So...do you want to know what kind of martial arts the priest brought this time?"

I saw the host here speaking, slowly walking towards the audience, and at the same time shouting loudly: "That's right! It's just a blowfly rubbing his fists!"

　　　…”

 In an instant, the entire arena suddenly fell into deathly silence.

 It's like you can hear a pin drop.

 Even two beautiful girls in the front row were so shocked that the fan cards in their hands fell directly to the ground with a clatter.

 (End of this chapter)