What are the options for love obstacles in the humanoid Star Platinum's mind?

When Kujo-kun arm wrestles someone... his muscles will exert force...

Zouriuin Zhumei swallowed and nodded repeatedly in agreement.

After thinking about it, Kujo Ditaro agreed to it.

It wasn't a helpless compromise, but he was quite happy to participate in this kind of competition where he could easily make money.

After all, with a vehicle, his daily range of activities has expanded and his expenses have also increased significantly.

In addition, his living expenses were reduced a lot by his father with the disgusting reason that "the price of this car exceeds the original pre-order amount, so some of it has to be deducted from the living expenses."

Therefore, if he could come across something that would make him money easily, he would not reject it.

.....

The three of them left the training room and went to the empty room next door.

Seeing that there were only two people in the room, Kujo Ditaro realized something.

Zou Ryuin Zhumei narrowed her eyes, glanced at the muscular man in the field, and then her gaze returned to the strong back of the man in front of her.

"Hey, coach, I brought you someone."

"Hello you all."

Looking at the three people walking up to him, Jie Xiong's smile widened a little.

Kujo Ditaro returned the gaze and asked, "Coach Kaixiong, are you guys holding an arm wrestling tournament?"

"That's beyond doubt, but it will take some time."

Jie Xiong held onto the sides of the table and nodded with a smile, "Kujo-kun, I heard from your friend that using brute force to bully others is not right."

I see....

Kujo Ditaro glanced at the two of them, a sinister smile rising from the corner of his mouth, but he did not say anything threatening.

Kohei Imamura raised his cell phone as if nothing had happened, and his smile gradually turned into a twisted grin.

After looking around, Zou Liuyuan Zhumei felt a little strange.

Aren't they friends? Why do they get along like... enemies?

"Kujo-kun, brute force can't solve the problem. Since you two are friends, you should be calm and collected."

Jie Xiong's words made people feel uncomfortable.

Kujo Ditaro lowered his gaze and looked at the muscular man who was only slightly shorter than him, and felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

Looking at the two strong men staring at each other, the three normal people around them felt a little pressured.

Chapter 111: Sorry, I can’t let you go

The strength of a person is not entirely determined by his physique, but a tall person is far more intimidating than a short person.

The eye contact between the two muscular men in front of them was extremely visually impactful in the eyes of the three people.

As Kitahara Iori retreated, he pulled the blond man beside him.

Kohei Imamura understood what he meant and took a few steps back silently.

Zou Ryuin Zhumei did not retreat but advanced, her eyes flickering frequently, but her attention was all on the muscular man on the left.

This girl...

Too perverted, right? ...

When the two men met and looked at each other, their expressions were a little strange.

Kujo Ditaro withdrew his gaze and spoke in a calm tone.

"Coach Jie Xiong, brute force is certainly not a good way to solve problems, but you have to admit that it can solve problems."

"No, no, no, Kujo-kun, this solution to the problem is only superficial. The oppressed party is not willing to accept it in their hearts."

"Then you came to me just to arm wrestle me, right? Isn't that also solving a problem through brute force?"

Jie Xiong smiled with his eyes slightly opened, his handsome face seemed out of place with his strong physique.

Kujo Ditaro was too lazy to complain, after all, he was not much better.

"Although arm wrestling involves physical effort, it doesn't cause any casualties. It's just a way to solve a problem."

Jie Xiong did not give anyone a chance to sabotage him and spoke a lot in a very clear and logical manner.

Kujo Ditaro became more and more annoyed as he listened, and finally said directly, "I'm talking about reason if you win."

Jie Xiong readily agreed and began to demonstrate the correct posture of arm wrestling.

After a brief explanation, the two began the long-awaited power showdown.

"Which one of them do you think will win?"

"Di Taro is naturally powerful, but he hasn't received professional training. I think professionals like Coach Jie Xiong have already squeezed out his potential. Even if Di Taro has a high starting point, if he doesn't improve, he will still be overtaken by others."

"No...Kujo-kun has been improving all the time, otherwise his muscles wouldn't be so perfect..."

"(⊙o⊙)..."

Looking at the black-haired girl with her hands clasped together and loving eyes, the two of them chose to remain silent at the same time.

"Kujo-kun, have you mastered the movements?"

Jie Xiong said as he leaned over.

Kujo Ditaro responded and bent over into a standard arm wrestling stance.

Jie Xiong smiled with satisfaction and clenched the strong hand in front of him.

The moment he clenched his hands, Kujo Ditaro felt a little surprised.

What a strong grip! Is this the kind of strength a normal person should have?

Not bad, not bad, Kujo-kun's strength is indeed not to be underestimated...

Jie Xiong's smile faded slightly, and the veins on his arms began to appear.

"Are you ready?"

Kitahara Iori walked to the table and asked, "If you are ready, I will start the countdown."

The two nodded, indicating that they could begin.

"Okay then... get ready to go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kitahara Iori was shocked to find that the two men's arms did not move at all.

However, he knew that this was not a sign of not starting yet, but rather that the situation had reached a stalemate.

Jie Xiong's smile disappeared and his expression gradually became serious.

Although he hasn't used his full strength yet, I think Kujo-kun feels the same way...

It looks like I've met my match today, so... I'll have to work harder!

The street heroes began to exert their strength, and the stalemate was slowly broken.

"Di Taro is at a disadvantage."

"As expected, professionals are different."

“What a great arm…”

The two men who were whispering to each other rolled their eyes helplessly at the black-haired girl who was in a state of obsession.

Zou Ryuin Zhumei didn't take it seriously, and even had crystal saliva flowing from her lips.

The corner of Kitahara Iori's mouth twitched, and he whispered, "Miss, please pay attention to your image."

"Hmm? Ahem..."

Zou Liuyuan Zhumei was stunned and quickly turned his back. After tidying up his ugly appearance, he immediately turned his attention to the battle in the arena.

However, faced with such a delicious scene, her pink lips raised up again.

Kohei Imamura made a gesture to silence him, indicating that everyone should be left alone.

Kitahara Iori sighed softly and turned to look forward.

"Fuck!"

The scene that came into his eyes made his face instantly ferocious.

The street hero who originally had the upper hand was now trembling all over, and his arms were gradually pulling back.

Kujo Ditaro was as steady as an old dog, with veins visible on his strong and sturdy arms.

Jie Xiong became more and more confused, and the lines on his face became more and more distinct.

I've already used all my strength...and yet...!?

This is the strength of Kujo-kun, what exactly am I facing?

Such power... Such power...

Jie Xiong's eyes were instantly filled with bloodshot, and a faint aura spread out from his body.

The three onlookers took a step back inadvertently, feeling quite shocked.

Kitahara Iori covered his face with his hands, his eyes twitching slightly. "What's going on? I just... seemed to feel the aura of a strong man?"

"I understand..." Imamura Kohei suddenly realized, and with a serious expression, he clapped his fist, "This is the domineering color!"

"Get out!" Kitahara Iori's mouth twitched, and he cursed himself in his heart as a cerebral palsy. You know, at that moment just now, he was in the mentality of a seeker of knowledge.

Zou Ryuin Zhumei shook her head and muttered something to herself.

Kitahara Iori sensed the elements and leaned in to listen.

"Kujo-kun's... biceps, deltoids, pectoralis major..."

this...

Just pretend you didn't hear it, or you'll be silenced...

Kitahara Iori didn't dare to say a word, quietly took a few steps back, and then looked into the field.

"..."

Looking at the distorted face in front of him and the sudden huge force coming from below, Kujo Ditaro knew that he had to work harder.

To be honest, the reason why this arm wrestling match was so stalemate was mainly because he didn't dare to use his full strength.

After all, there have been cases of people breaking hands while arm wrestling.

In order to avoid similar tragedies, he has been restraining himself.

But now, the situation is beyond his control and it is difficult to continue to let it go.

With your physical strength...

After secretly weighing the pros and cons, Kujo Ditaro began to really put in his effort.

Jie Xiong only felt that his arm was hit by an unprecedented force, and his explosive strength was suppressed in an instant.

This power...wasn't it at full strength before?!

Holy crap...!

Jie Xiong didn't have time to think about it and slammed his arm heavily on the table.

With a crack, the legs of the professional arm wrestling table were broken by the vibration.

The moment the table fell, Jie Xiong realized that the man in front of him... seemed to still have some strength left!

"Coach Jie Xiong is really strong. I almost lost. Sorry for breaking your table."

Kujo Ditaro twisted his arms, pretending to be struggling.

Looking at the man in front of him, Jie Xiong remained silent for a long time, but finally smiled.

"Kujo-kun, it's okay with the table, but could you tell me something? Did you...use all your strength just now?"

Chapter 112: Tigers are not an option, but you are a Husky!