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

These big guys standing at the top of the pyramid have all experienced hardships and difficulties that ordinary people cannot imagine.

But now...

Jie Xiong took a long breath and said with a smile: "Kujo-kun, to be honest, I really want to beat you up."

Kujo Ditaro waved his hand and said politely, "Coach Kaixiong, I advise you to calm down. You might not be able to win."

Jie Xiong scratched his head and said seriously, "Kujo-kun, what if I insist on having a fight with you?"

Chapter 124: Ditaro’s full-strength attack?

"Really? Come and touch it then."

Kujo Ditaro didn't take it seriously and waved his hand disapprovingly.

Jie Xiong hesitated for a moment, his tone a little off, "Kujo-kun, are you sure?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Kujo Ditaro tilted his head and looked over, with confusion in his eyes.

Before this, it seemed to him that what Jie Xiong said was just a joke.

However, at this moment, he noticed the tense atmosphere.

Jie Xiong smiled, like Maitreya Buddha, giving people a kind feeling.

"In fact, in my circle, some people will engage in appropriate sparring in order to improve their physical bodies. Only through fierce collisions can the body be sublimated."

"I've heard of resistance training, but what does it have to do with fitness? You're not going to a fighting competition."

Kujo Ditaro seemed to understand and put forward his own point of view.

Jie Xiong held up a finger and explained, "Real muscles can't be shaped simply through self-exercise. They also require external stimulation. You may not understand the specifics, but anyone who has tried it can benefit from it."

"Okay, but I don't need real muscles, and I'm not used to being beaten."

Kujo Ditaro was not interested and refused decisively.

Jie Xiong didn't force it. He pointed to the fitness equipment around him and said, "Do a round?"

Kujo Ditaro nodded, "It's a good opportunity to ask about the proper usage of these devices."

Just like that, the two of them began a devilish training that should belong to newcomers, but not like newcomers.

.....

Kujo Ditaro doesn't know anything about fitness, but he learns quickly.

After Jie Xiong explains it once, he can grasp the key points.

Although this knowledge is of little use to him, no one would complain about knowing too much.

After practicing for about two hours, Kujo Ditaro knew how to use most of the equipment in the field.

"Di Taro, come here for a moment."

"Ok?"

After walking to Kaio's side, Kujo Ditaro's eyes immediately fell on the sandbag in front of him.

The sandbag does not look like an ordinary sandbag. It is wrapped in a special material and looks extremely fancy.

Kujo Ditaro looked it over and asked, "This sandbag looks quite novel."

"This is a force-measuring sandbag. It's equipped with precision sensors that can effectively measure the striker's strength, with an error of less than one kilogram..."

Jie Xiong's eyes gradually lit up, and his intentions could no longer be concealed.

Do you want to measure my strength index?

No wonder...

Kujo Ditaro was not surprised, but looked at the sandbag with great interest.

To be honest, he actually wanted to have a clear understanding of his own strength.

But the force gauges in the game hall are not only professional but also of poor quality.

If the boss hadn't noticed how tall and strong he was, he might have asked him to pay for the machine.

"How about it? Di Taro, do you want to come over?"

After Jie Xiong finished his introduction, he immediately started to encourage them.

Kujo Ditaro smiled happily and walked to the sandbag.

"Coach Jie Xiong, where will the measured data be?"

"In the computer over there, any value of the impact force exceeding 20 kilograms will be recorded."

"I won't pay for anything that's broken. I've already told you that."

"Don't worry, as long as it can be broken..."

Jie Xiong's expression suddenly changed when he was halfway through his words.

Clearly visible are the veins emerging from the swollen muscles.

Immediately afterwards, a feeling of oppression that cannot be described in words but can only be understood came over me.

This meat pressure...!

Jie Xiong took a half step back, and images of strong figures standing at the top of the pyramid flashed through his mind.

After a fleeting comparison, he was shocked to find that the pressure of the man in front of him was so strong that it was unheard of!

"call..."

The number of times that Kujo Ditaro used his full strength can be described as very few.

Even when he moved the stone to save people last time, he was just pretending to do his best to confuse the crowd.

The so-called killer tennis ball doesn't require much effort.

In any case, he took great pains to avoid the tragedy of hurting others and going to jail.

After the muscular man took a deep breath, the sandbag suddenly caved inward.

boom!

The huge crash attracted the attention of everyone present.

Looking at the sandbag that was smashed into the wall, everyone looked at each other in confusion.

After a dead silence, they all looked to the side at the same time.

There... is where the sandbags were originally placed.

"Why did it break?"

Kujo Ditaro lowered his arms and looked at the man next to him with a little surprise.

Jie Xiong moved his lips, and after a long silence, he forced a smile and said, "Let's go check the computer data first."

"Don't you need to worry about these?"

"It's okay, let me handle it."

After hearing this, Kujo Ditaro no longer insisted.

The two walked to the computer, took a look, and both felt sorry.

"That's a lot of nines. Looks like the sensor is broken."

"Coach, I'm not very suitable for strength testing. I broke the dynamometer in the arcade last time."

"This sandbag is a specially made product, suitable for most people. However, it seems that you need a more professional method to measure your full strength."

"Forget it, there's no point in measuring this..."

Kujo Ditaro looked at the cracked wall with mixed feelings.

Even though he wanted to show his full strength, he still held back at the moment of punching.

That’s right, hitting a sandbag into a wall wasn’t his peak performance.

"Di Taro, don't worry about the damage here. I will help you take care of it."

Jie Xiong looked around and stared at the sandbags in the wall. After looking for a long time, he sighed sincerely.

At the same time, everyone who understood the situation began to whisper to each other.

"Fuck, is this the kind of power a human can generate?"

"I thought someone used some kind of black technology, but it turned out to be a human beating. Damn..."

"That guy looks strong, but I didn't expect... Is he some kind of world champion? Do you know him?"

Compared to the shock and amazement of most people, a few tough guys had puzzled expressions on their faces.

.....

After taking a shower, Kujo Ditaro changed his clothes in an orderly manner in the men's locker room in the gym.

Just as he put on his underwear, he found a muscular man with a crew cut sitting next to him.

After subconsciously shifting his position, his brows suddenly furrowed, "Why are you coming over here?"

"Brother, let me introduce myself. My name is Okubo Naoya. That punch you threw just now was really beautiful."

"Hmm? Oh, nothing."

Kujo Ditaro stood up, put on his shirt and jacket, and waved, "Is there anything else you need? If not, I'll be leaving first."

"Brother, you are so strong, are you interested in a fight?"

Chapter 125: Kenwon Society? You're looking for death!

"A fight? Are you alright?"

"Hmm? You don't understand?"

"What do you mean by understanding or not? Who would agree to something like this? You're just looking for trouble."

Kujo Ditaro didn't want to say more, waved his hand impatiently, and then walked towards the door.

Okubo Naoya blocked the way, his expression was somewhat complicated and his tone was even weirder.

"You don't know? That's impossible. Otherwise, how did you reach this level? I understand. You think I'm not strong enough, right? Not worthy of fighting you?"

"(⊙o⊙)..."

Kujo Ditaro frowned, stared ahead for a moment, then said in sudden realization, "Have you been reading too many hot-blooded comics?"

Okubo Naoya rubbed his wrist and said suspiciously, "I've read the hot-blooded manga, but what's the connection here? You're certainly strong, but I'm not weak. Or do you want to fight in a formal arena before you're willing to do it? And what company do you represent?"

Arena? Representing the company?

I guess he's just a naive young man who got fooled by comics. Never mind, just ignore it...

With the vigilant mentality that wisdom is contagious, Kujo Ditaro stopped talking nonsense and forced his way towards the door.

Okubo Naoya stretched out his hand to stop him and said stubbornly: "Brother, you haven't answered me yet. What is your representative company?"

"I don't understand what you're saying, but if you're trying to stop me..."

Kujo Ditaro was a little annoyed, with a glint of displeasure in his eyes.

After a moment's thought, Okubo Naoya raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Brother, what if... I don't let you?"

"You want a fight, don't you?"

Kujo Ditaro leaned down slightly, using his physique to exert pressure.

Okubo Nao was unmoved, instead he smiled and said, "Yes, you are right, I deserve a beating."

"Really? Get out of here!"

Kujo Ditaro put his hand on the man's shoulder and then pushed him to the side.

Okubo Naoya tensed his muscles, but his body did not move at all.

Kujo Ditaro was surprised. Although he didn't use much force in the previous blow, most people couldn't withstand it.