The Best Swordsman in My Hero Academia

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"It feels pretty good!" Qianhao felt the crazy operation of the ‘super healing’ in his body, revealing a touch of joy. In the past, he wouldn’t fight hard with this kind of people who seemed to be good at strength, but that’s the end.

"What do you smell?"

The mad cow, who was madly holding Qianhao back with her horns, suddenly heard someone as if asking him, habitually, the mad cow twitched his nose, and said bluntly: "It seems to be the smell of wine?"

"No, that is the taste of pain." Qianhao chuckled lightly.

With the backhand grasping the horns, with the support of the horns, it slid to the sky above the mad cow, and then before the mad cow reacted, the body was distorted by more than three hundred degrees. This is the horror of the coordinated A grade. Support your hands and adjust the most powerful attack posture in the air!

A whip leg suddenly pulled out under the black robe, centered on the center of the crazy cow's eyebrows. The huge pain caused the crazy cow to mourn, but still grabbed Qianhao with both hands.

"This is the beginning!"

As soon as the words fell, Qianhao twisted his body, slapped his five fingers together, and slashed at the mad cow’s neck. Qianhao is very good at using swords. However, there is no need to bring swords in this kind of competition. Identity.

But even so, Qianhao's five fingers combined with a sword, and the angle of his shot was the same as that of using a sword.

In just an instant, the mad cow suddenly spouted blood.

"It's over soon."

Looking at the mad cow, who had almost abolished most of his combat power, Qianhao, who was still holding the horn, suddenly let go of his hand.(Read more @ hotmtlnovel.xyz)

Qianhao wearing a black robe fell like a meteor,

"Kacha" made a crisp sound, and the powerful knee bump directly hit the waist of the mad cow who was still bending down.

Qianhao stood up from the mad cow, patted the dust on his body, and walked straight towards the exit. From the beginning to the end, the process took less than half a minute.

At this moment, countless spectators watched the crazy cow lying on the ground, knowing whether it was alive or not, and its breath was frozen.

"Quick, ruthless, accurate, No. 7 is a bit more brutal and excessive compared to the mad cow's pressure on people." A somewhat eye-sighted audience horrified.

"Strong, it's really strong, but I didn't see where the No. 7 is strong, just a counterattack, the mad cow fell." Someone suddenly wondered.

"That's because your eyesight is not good. Just a few seconds after the counterattack, the number seven made three shots, all of which were very harsh and abnormal, and they fell on the eyebrows, neck, and waist respectively..." Another audience member explained.

Hearing the explanation, many people took a breath and looked at the figure of a mad cow lying on the ground, as if they were looking at a dead person.

"Crazy cow, won't it die?"

"No, every time the No. 7 makes a shot, it hurts seriously. I haven't played a killer yet."

Although the quirk arena is bloody, there are no special circumstances, and the organizer does not want to kill anyone. For this, every time Qianhao enters the stadium, someone will tell Qianhao in his ears, making Qianhao annoying. .

"He should have a breath." When passing by a group of security guards, Qianhao said casually in a low voice.

Several security guards looked at the mad cow, who was carried on a stretcher by several medical personnel. The mad cow, who vented more and less, shook his head helplessly, and laughed bitterly: "Did we overdo it? Every time on the 7th. The opponents are half dead, as if they were just trying to slap us in the face."

"Hey, let's not talk about it. Fighting. What is important is life and death." A security guard looked at Qianhao's back helplessly and explained in a low voice.

At this moment, Qianhao had already walked out of the quirk arena with a metal box. Except for necessary battles, Qianhao would not stay too much in such a place. After all, a gray place like this was discovered and the impact was not very good.

Suddenly, Qianhao's mouth under the black robe raised a sneer. He paused and walked into the nearest alley. The alley was deep and between two tall buildings. He walked in as if he had walked in. In the darkest and deepest corner of the city, only Qianhao's slight footsteps were quiet, with a different kind of coldness.

"Step on, step on"

In the deep alley, a bearded man walked slowly, his eyes seemed to flash indelible hatred, and the machetes in his hand were shining brightly, and there was an indescribable heaviness in his steps.

"It's been a long time, bastard, know how much I miss you?" The shrill voice echoed in the alley, and the machete dragged the sound of ‘sizzling’ on the ground, which was indescribable.

"Are you?" Qianhao put down the metal box in his hand and looked at the person slowly approaching with a little doubt. He thought he was a red-eyed gambler, or a drunkard who coveted his money?

"Me? You don't remember it, well, you should remember when I crush your bones a little bit." The big man jumped up excitedly like a mouse by being stepped on his tail, with a faint hatred. Said.

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