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

Kujo Ditaro hit faster and faster, and his smile became more and more ferocious.

Although he hit her hard, he didn't use much force.

Also, the parts he hit were all safe parts such as the arms.

In a word, if he chooses these places to fight, he can fight for a long time and it will be very enjoyable.

It's now!

After being hit by countless punches, Okubo Naoya seized an opportunity and used his best grappling technique.

boom!

Kujo Ditaro first dodged by misalignment, then delivered a clean knee strike.

Okubo Naoya pressed hard, but he gritted his teeth and held on.

He turned around, grabbed the man's legs, and instantly launched a wrestling move.

Kujo Ditaro did not expect that Okubo Naoya could still launch an attack after being hit by his knee.

At the critical moment, he instinctively tensed his legs and did not hold back as usual.

As Okubo Naoya exerted force with both hands, his expression suddenly became serious.

Such a stable base! Like a mountain!

Okubo Naoya immediately released his hands and launched an uppercut.

Kujo Ditaro did not respond, but jumped back several meters away.

"..."

Okubo Naoya missed the attack and looked ahead with a complicated expression, "It seems that your leg skills are even better."

Kujo Ditaro didn't reply, silently relaxed his tense legs, and then walked forward quickly.

Naoya Okubo lowered his eyes, alert and on guard against the leg attacks coming from below.

However, in fact, Kujo Ditaro never thought of using his legs, or rather, a pair of fists would be enough.

"There's no doubt about it. The difference in their physical abilities is too great to be made up with skill."

"Unless it's a life-or-death battle, Okubo has no chance of winning."

"It's because we're in a sparring match right now. Otherwise, with Di Taro's strength, a single kick would be enough to end the match."

Looking at the two people gradually approaching, Jie Xiong, who was at the edge of the stage, couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Don't worry, I won't use my legs."

After Kujo Ditaro gave a kind reminder, he suddenly threw a straight punch.

Straight punch...quickly!

But the body... can keep up!

Yes...use grappling!

While Okubo Naoya was analyzing the situation, his body had already reacted.

Chapter 127: Mu Da Mu Da!

boom!

what? !

Is the straight punch a feint?

Before Okubo Naoya could catch the straight punch coming towards his face, he felt a sudden pain in his abdomen.

His body bent backwards due to inertia and flew more than one meter away.

Okubo Naoya rolled to the ground and then got up.

"Huh...Huh...Di Taro, you really are strong."

"Same here, you're really strong at taking a beating. I really admire that."

"It's really embarrassing to be beaten by you."

Kujo Ditaro imitated him and took a fighting stance, signaling, "Then I'll give you a chance, you attack."

"Really?" Okubo Naoto was not polite. He raised his strong fists and moved closer step by step.

The distance between the two people slowly shrank to two steps.

Given the arm length of the two men, this position will be the critical point where the fight breaks out.

As long as anyone takes a small step forward, they will fall into the opponent's attack range.

Kujo Ditaro remained unmoved and showed no intention of taking a step forward.

Okubo Naoya took a deep breath and then took a step forward.

Bang bang bang!

Naoya Okubo knew that as soon as he took this step, he would definitely be hit by a series of punches.

But he was not afraid, because he was already able to adapt to the force of such punches.

The man with a crew cut pretended to be unable to hold on, and suddenly launched an attack at the moment he retreated.

Kujo Ditaro reacted quickly, but his cheek was still scratched a little.

The taste of numbness and rust spread in his mouth.

"It seems that I have made some comeback."

Before Okubo Naoya could finish his words, a heavy punch came towards him, and his arms that were blocking in front of him felt like they were being hit by a sledgehammer.

Angry?

Yes! That’s how we learn from each other!

Come on, let's... Pfft!

Okubo Naoya couldn't hold on any longer, his arms bounced to the sides, and then his jaw suddenly hurt.

A strong smell of blood spread in his mouth, and his consciousness began to blur, but he did not fall down.

Kujo Ditaro took a step back and twisted his wrist with emotion.

"There's a vagus nerve in your jaw. You didn't fall down like that. I have to say, your resilience and willpower are truly strong."

"But it's almost done, do you want to fight again?"

"I just finished warming up, what are you talking about? And that thing just now, it smelled a bit like food."

Okubo Naoya stood up straight, grinning with his mouth full of blood.

The corners of Kujo Ditaro's mouth curled up, and his face gradually became distorted and hideous.

Naoya Okubo threw a straight punch, intending to strike first.

Kujo Ditaro didn't give him any chance and responded with punch to punch.

Bang bang bang!

Except for the first few punches, Okubo Naoya was able to keep up with the speed, but the rhythm gradually became disconnected afterwards.

Not only did Kujo Ditaro's punches become faster and stronger, but even the words in his mind changed.

Mudamudamudamuda!

Pretending? Keep pretending!

Mudamudamudamuda!

"Di Taro, stop! The winner is decided!"

"Ok?"

As Kujo Ditaro stopped his attack, he saw the man in front of him kneeling on one knee.

Okubo Naoya dropped his arms, breathing heavily, and speaking with some difficulty.

"I lost..."

"Well, you didn't have to take this beating."

After Kujo Ditaro vented his anger, his tone became much better.

Okubo Naoya grinned and shook his head, saying, "You don't understand."

"Alright, alright, coach, I'll leave him to you."

Kujo Ditaro jumped off the fighting arena, put on his clothes and checked his injuries.

Looking at the redness and swelling around his mouth, his expression was a little complicated.

You know, if he hadn't reacted extremely quickly, that punch would have hit his face, and he would probably have been disfigured.

The more Kujo Ditaro thought about it, the angrier he became, and he began to complain in a low voice.

"This bald guy was so cruel. If I had known this, I wouldn't have held back."

"Luckily, the punch didn't hit him completely, otherwise he would have had to use a big Oulamu combination punch."

......

"Are you okay? Okubo."

Kaio helped Okubo Naoya up and asked with concern, "Di Taro didn't hit you in the vital parts, so is it okay?"

"My injuries aren't serious, but that guy was truly insane. His punching speed and power, along with his unused leg strength, made me feel like I was facing a monster in human skin." Okubo Naoya spat out a mouthful of blood and added weakly, "Fortunately, it wasn't in the fighting arena."

"Alright..." Jie Xiong's smile faded slightly, and he reminded: "You'd better not spread the news about Di Taro. He doesn't fit in that circle."

"Yeah, after the fight, I figured it out, too." Okubo Naoya nodded, his voice a little low. "I won't spread the news. He's truly not suitable. Besides, that circle is basically voluntary. After all, if you're serious about fixing a match, the company will lose a lot of money."

"Well, I'll take you to the hospital."

After the two of them supported each other and walked out of the room, they saw Kujo Ditaro standing in front of a water dispenser not far away.

Kujo Ditaro seemed to sense something, turned his head to look at the two people who walked out of the room, and waved, "Do you want some water?"

"Di Taro, I'm going to take Okubo to the hospital first. Bye."

"Hmm... a strange conversation. What exactly is that circle? The Kengankai? But it doesn't matter. It's probably not my cup of tea anyway."

Kujo Ditaro unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip of water, and chased after him without any warning.

"Coach, please add an email address and send me the recipe tonight..."

.....

It was already past six in the evening when Kujo Ditaro arrived home.

Kato Megumi was cooking. When she heard the door open, she subconsciously turned her head to look.

"cousin?"

"Mei, I'll ask for you. There is a way."

"Cousin, what's wrong with your face? It seems a little swollen."

Kujo Ditaro touched his face and explained, "I'm quite tall and I accidentally bumped into the equipment. It's nothing serious and will be fine in a few days."

"Let's apply some medicine. At least it can speed up the healing process. I remember there seems to be a medical kit under the coffee table."

Kato Megumi pointed at the coffee table and turned around to continue cooking.

Kujo Ditaro sat down and after searching for a while, he really found the medical box that had been missing for a long time.

I found some suitable topical medications and tried to apply them in front of the mirror.

"Cousin, let me help you."

"it is good."

At some point, Kato Megumi walked from the kitchen to the living room.

After Kujo Ditaro handed over the cotton swab, he raised his injured face.

Kato Megumi dipped a cotton swab in some medicine and applied it to the wound with a focused look.