The Road To Play From Douluo

Komaji stared blankly at his father's figure lying on the ground. His tear ducts could no longer be controlled, and endless tears poured out like torrents from a broken dam.

"Father..." Komaji hammered the ground with his fist sadly, and his fist was scratched by the ground because of too much force.

Blood seeped out from the scratched skin, but how could Komaji care about the physical pain now? His mind was filled with every detail of his and his father's life in the past.

After being stunned like this for a long time, Komaji slowly came to his senses. He knew that he could no longer be depressed like this. What he should do now was to bury his father alive.

Komaji carried his father's body on his back and walked towards the outside of Edo Castle. He has been expelled from Edo Castle and can no longer stay in the city.

Komaji carried his father on his back step by step towards the outside of the city with his thin body. Behind him were a group of people with malicious intentions.

Komaji knew that his father's favorite flower was his favorite, so he buried his father in a natural flower field outside the city. When his father was still alive, he would often come here to pick flowers that his father liked.

After burying his father, Koji knelt in front of his father's grave and lowered his head blankly. He didn't know where to go to survive next, but one thing he knew very well was that he could never go back to the Edo Castle behind him.

Just as Koji was thinking blankly, there was a burst of noisy voices behind him, and at least 20 people appeared behind him.

Koji frowned. Under such circumstances, the other party's actions were definitely to stir up trouble. Komaji casually glanced at the crowd behind him, and sure enough he found a few unlucky people who were patronizing him.

Koji didn't panic at all, he had already expected this to happen. He guessed that some people definitely wanted him to die forever and would definitely find an opportunity to take action.

Many of them were holding sticks in their hands, and they looked like they were fighting in a group. Unfortunately, Komaji only had him, his fists, and his legs, and there were no other favorable conditions.

The visitors are all grown men, all tall, mighty and muscular, and the strength each of them possesses cannot be underestimated.

On the other hand, Komaji is a young boy whose body is not fully developed. No matter how good he is in fighting, he cannot be the opponent of 20 strong men.

Komaji didn't have any fear in his heart. He stared straight at the adults in front of him who had no good intentions.

His father left him today,

He also hopes to relieve the fatigue in his body through fighting.

Perhaps because he felt that Koji's unyielding look was extremely offensive, an adult complained, "He's just a little brat, but he's so arrogant. I'll let you know what pain is in a moment."

"Brothers, give this son of a ghost some punishment. Let's all vent our anger."

As soon as he finished speaking, the adult man hit Komaji with a stick. The current Koji is not a fighting master, he is just a young man with some fighting experience.

Facing the whistling stick, Komaji made an instant judgment. If he was hit by such a powerful stick, with his physical fitness, he would lose his combat effectiveness even if he did not die. This was something Komaji did not want to see. Do you need to think too much about the consequences of losing combat effectiveness? It's definitely death!

Koji didn't want to die at the hands of these guys. His father ended his life so that he would no longer be implicated. How could he let his father's hard work be in vain?

"Come here, I will fight you all back!" Komaji roared loudly, the fighting spirit in his eyes reaching its peak.

Facing the stick that made a loud noise, Komaji predicted the opponent's attack in time and dodged in advance. Taking advantage of the huge gap created by the man's attack, Komaji kicked the opponent in the abdomen.

Even if a grown man is kicked with full force by a teenager, there will be no good outcome, especially if he is defenseless.

The man holding the stick collapsed directly to the ground due to pain, his body curled up like a shrimp, and bursts of wailing could be heard.

Komaji didn't pay attention to so many details. He was the victim now and had to survive from them.

Koji did not choose to pick up the stick. He preferred to trust his fists instead of using unfamiliar weapons.

Although adults are powerful, most of them are people who have not practiced much. Their fighting skills can be said to be a blank sheet of paper. In this regard, Koji has some advantages.

With his dexterity and extreme speed, Komaji knocked down three adults one after another. Just when Komaji was about to pursue the victory, he was hit in the calf with a stick.

When moving through dense crowds, no matter how flexible Komaji is, he will inevitably get injured. In pain, Komaji rolled away and covered the area on his hands, trying to get up as quickly as possible.

"Damn it, I can't move!"

Even if Komaji was strong enough to endure the pain, his injured calf had reached its limit and was no longer under Komaji's control.

"That kid will probably be unable to move after being hit by me. Let's kill him now!"

The man who hit Komaji screamed and rushed towards Komaji who fell to the ground not far away, trying to kill Komaji quickly.

"Father, does it seem that I can only stop here?" Komaji looked at the stick that was about to fall. He did not choose to close his eyes, but stared hard at it.

Even at the last moment of his life, he would not give in to the other party.

"Go to hell, you brat!"

A breeze blew by, and an old man with an immortal air appeared in front of the man. He blocked the stick that hit Komaji with an ordinary finger.

"Listen to this old man, young people should not be too angry. Are you really embarrassed to be so harsh on such a young child?"

"Where did the old thing come from to be so nosy! This has nothing to do with you!"

Seeing an old man blocking his attack, the man became angry unsurprisingly and grabbed Lotta's collar with one hand.

"Haha, some young people are just arrogant. Forget it, I will discipline you on behalf of your parents today."

Lotta's left hand quickly grabbed the man's arm that was grabbing at her, and with just a slight squeeze, a series of crisp bone cracking sounds were heard.

What followed was the man's painful scream, but Rota's attack was not over yet. He slapped the man in front of him several meters away.

The man who suffered Lota's flat attack couldn't stay awake at all, and fell to the ground as soon as his eyes went white.

This scene directly stunned the other people behind. In their opinion, Rota's speed was too fast, as if he didn't make any move.

"Hey, are we still going to go?" Many people were already thinking about retreating. The old man in front of them, who was not angry and proud, was not someone to be trifled with at first sight.

"Don't ask me, I'm just here to join in the fun."

In this way, under Rota's intimidation, the operation against Komaji ended.

"Hey, you are so neglected, why don't you take your companions back?" Lotta laughed and called out to the adults who were escaping.

Only then did the people who came back to their senses remember the fact that they had forgotten the accomplice who had been slapped unconscious, and tremblingly came not far in front of Lota and took away the accomplice on the ground.

Looking at the adults drifting away, Luo Ta could not help but squint his eyes and said: "Obviously they are all adults, but their minds are still so immature, it is extremely ridiculous!"

Now that those troublemakers have been dealt with, now it’s time to get in touch with Komaji!

Lotta turned around and looked at the dazed Komaji behind him, and said gently: "Kid, compared to those guys, you are more mature."

Koji looked at the tall figure in front of him, as if he saw the dawn breaking through the dark night, bringing him hope.