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

Looking at this tough guy with a slightly silly appearance, an unrealistic suspicion came to his mind.

Could it be that this guy has gone crazy reading comics and has really learned some tricks?

...I’m so annoyed by this young man!

Kujo Ditaro didn't know that the man in front of him, named Okubo Naoya, was actually a celebrity.

If you search online, you can find a lot of information about Naoya Okubo.

For example…a national wrestling champion in his senior year of high school, a national-level boxer, a heavyweight in mixed martial arts?

"I'll say it again, I'm not interested. Will you please move aside?"

Kujo Ditaro increased his strength and warned.

Okubo Naoya glanced over his shoulder, his face gradually becoming excited.

Without waiting for an answer, Kujo Ditaro suddenly pushed the man aside.

"Honestly, that's quite a lot of strength."

Okubo Naoya threw himself on the bench, his laughter growing louder.

Kujo Ditaro walked to the door, stopped, looked back, and warned: "Don't bother me, this is the last warning."

"Well, since you're so reluctant, I'll do it."

Okubo Naoya stood up and assumed a fighting stance.

Kujo Ditaro's eyes lit up and he suddenly understood something.

That is... a greenhorn cannot communicate with words.

"Do you think I dare not hit you?"

"Of course not, I was just worried that you wouldn't want to take action."

"You speak so passionately, big bald head."

Kujo Ditaro lost his patience and began to emit a fragrant aroma.

Okubo Naoto didn't think much of it and said to himself, "If it's not convenient here, there's a fighting practice field in this gym. We can go there."

"...You've really pissed me off." Kujo Ditaro clenched his fists, his face turning ferocious as usual. "Do you believe I can tear your head off?"

Okubo Naoya was stunned and asked in surprise, "So cruel? It's just a sparring match, there's no need for this, right?"

"It's so tiring to talk to you. I don't want to bother with you."

Kujo Ditaro withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked outside.

Okubo Naoya followed a few steps ahead and asked, "Are you going to the practice field? Then you have to go to the left."

"..."

Kujo Ditaro stopped and asked abruptly, "Is it okay if I just finish fighting with you? Then you'll stop bothering me?"

"Of course." Okubo Naoya nodded decisively, "I'm not annoying you, but you're very strong, so..."

"I'm not a strong man, but what if I hurt you? What do you say?"

"Isn't this normal? What are you worried about?"

"Please read less comics. This is a society ruled by law. If you injure someone, you will be held accountable."

Kujo Ditaro's words caused confusion in Okubo Naoya.

It’s not that he doesn’t understand Japanese, but among people in their circle, getting injured during sparring is a very common thing, and no one would make a fuss about it.

Could it be that this person wasn't from the inner circle? Or perhaps he was an ascetic who devoted himself to cultivation?

Okubo Naoya realized something and whispered, "Brother, do you know about the Kengan Society?"

Quanyuan Club?

A boxer's club?

After thinking for a moment, Kujo Ditaro looked at the man in front of him carefully.

Hmm... a strong physique, powerful muscles, and rough hands covered with calluses...?

Did I misunderstand him? Is this guy a real boxer?

Kujo Ditaro withdrew his gaze and asked suspiciously, "I don't know what Kengankai is. Are you a boxer?"

"I used to box, but now I've switched to mixed martial arts."

Okubo Naoya scratched his head mid-sentence and said, "I'm sorry, I must have misunderstood you. Since you don't understand the rules of the circle, alas... this is troublesome."

Kujo Ditaro didn't understand why, but he didn't ask any further questions.

After learning that there was some misunderstanding between the two, he smiled with relief.

"You must have misunderstood me. I'm not from the circle. If you want to fight, go find someone from the circle. Goodbye."

"Wait a minute, brother. Whether you are in the same circle or not, it won't hinder our competition. Just sign a letter of guarantee not to hold each other accountable."

As Kujo Ditaro turned around, a big hand appeared on his shoulder.

Hearing the sound coming from behind, his face trembled slightly.

"Is your skin so itchy?"

"Everyone has their own pursuits, and challenging the strong is my pursuit."

"But I'm not a strong man, and I haven't practiced any fighting techniques. At most, I'm just an ordinary person who looks a bit stronger!"

"Brother, don't deceive yourself. I feel pressure from you..."

The corners of Kujo Ditaro's mouth rose, his face gradually twisted and ferocious, "Since you insist on doing this, then... lead the way."

Chapter 126: Ditaro, try harder, haven’t you eaten?

"Hey, Di Taro, Okubo."

"Coach Jie Xiong, do you know him?"

Looking at the street hero walking towards him, Kujo Ditaro waved symbolically.

Jiexiong stopped and asked Okubo Naoya with a smile.

"What are you doing? Okubo."

"Street hero, it's rare to meet a powerful character, so naturally we have to spar with him."

"Di Taro is just a college student, isn't that inappropriate?"

"I participated in wrestling competitions when I was a senior in high school. Why can't this Di Taro do the same?"

The two chatted for quite a long time, and Kujo Ditaro got a lot of information from them.

What surprised him a little was that this rather silly-looking Okubo Naoya actually had multiple halos around him.

Whether it is wrestling, boxing, or mixed martial arts, they all have enviable outstanding results.

"Di Taro, the negotiations failed."

"It's okay, because I wanted to beat him up too."

"Really? Then it seems I've been superfluous. To be honest, I'm also looking forward to the competition between you two."

"Since you're looking forward to it, Ditaro, let's get started."

After the three reached a consensus, they went to the fighting training ground together.

Jie Xiong walked in front, leading the way and introducing things.

"SILVER MANGYM has the most complete facilities, and the fighting arena also has private rooms that are not open to the public..."

"We also have the letter of guarantee you need. Just sign it when the time comes."

"But it's just a sparring match, so just keep it to a certain point. If you get too carried away, I'll stop you..."

After a few minutes' journey, the three of them arrived at a spacious room.

Looking at the fighting arena in the center, Kujo Ditaro couldn't help but sigh that this gym is really extensive!

Because it is a competition, the rules are very important.

After hearing a series of restrictions, the two said there was no problem.

Kujo Ditaro did not wear any protective gear. After all, in his opinion, the next battle would be a fleeting crushing defeat.

The same goes for Okubo Naoya, who did not wear any protective gear.

The two men took off their pants and shirts that were inconvenient for exercise, leaving only a thin pair of boxer briefs.

To be honest, Kujo Ditaro is not suitable for this naked fighting style, but since that is the rule, he has no choice but to adapt to the local customs.

"Brother Ditaro, don't hold back later."

"Okay Okubo, just don't cry out in pain later."

"Hahaha, even though it's not a formal fighting match, I believe you will be a strong opponent."

Okubo Naoya bent down slightly, assuming an attacking stance with his defense lowered.

Kujo Ditaro didn't know how to fight, so he just hooked his finger provocatively.

Okubo Naoya grinned and his muscles tightened slightly.

"In that case..."

Before the man with the crew cut finished speaking, he rushed out quickly.

Kujo Ditaro stared intently, analyzing the man's attack methods.

An uppercut? A punch to the face?

No...the target is below!

Looking at the fist coming towards his face, Kujo Ditaro blocked it with one hand and noticed something strange.

Without much hesitation, relying solely on his inhuman reaction speed, he took a step to the side.

what? !

Averted?

Even though I threw a fake punch, he actually dodged my grab?

Okubo Naoya changed his punches to hugs, and after missing his target, he rushed out a few steps out of inertia.

Not daring to pause for even a second to think, he turned around and launched a new attack based on his current position.

However, the moment he turned around, what caught his eye was a fist as big as a sandbag.

boom!

Okubo Naoya tilted his head and took several steps back.

Seeing that the man did not fall down, Kujo Ditaro was surprised.

Although he didn't dare use much force, his punch was enough to knock the person unconscious.

"That's a good punch, but the force isn't strong enough. Didn't you eat?"

Okubo Naoya ignored the blood flowing from his nose and bared his teeth as he took a fighting stance.

Kujo Ditaro snapped his fingers, smiled and took a step forward without saying a word.

"Thinking about it carefully, knocking you down with one punch is indeed very boring. Judging from your appearance, you have a pretty good ability to withstand blows."

"Stop talking big and just use whatever tricks you have. I'll take over."

Okubo Naoya hooked his finger inside, but before he could say anything more, the man coming towards him had already launched an attack.

Straight punch? Then use... Puff!

So fast... The force is not great, but the punch is so fast...!

Damn! I've been drawn into his rhythm!

Naoya Okubo held his arms in front of him and rained down punches, making it difficult for him to fight back.

Euler, Euler, Euler!