Ultra Fighting Legend

"This is it..."

Wearing a hat to cover his face, he followed the breath of darkness from the universe to this earth. The man patted his jacket and sighed with emotion: "After so long, I finally found you... "

"Hitram... the hatred between us is not over yet." The repeated words were the hometown that was destroyed in the fire, and everything that was destroyed under the feet of that blue demon.

For him, it was a lifelong nightmare, a horrific history that would wake him up from his dream whenever he saw it.

Since then, he has traveled across the universe for who knows how long, looking for traces of Hitram.

But every time he was always a step slower. When he passed by, the other party had already finished having fun and left.

Playfulness in Hitram's eyes is, to other lives, the despair that shatters life and the destruction of the entire world.

The more he followed Hitram's footsteps, the more things he saw. Everything this blue demon had done all along made him gradually have a deeper impression of this guy's image.

He is a guy for whom even dying ten thousand times is not enough.

Seeing those miseries and deaths too much made him more and more impatient and angry. He wanted to stop Hitram from continuing like this, and he wanted to prevent Hitram from continuing to commit evil.

But he couldn't catch up with him.

But this time, he caught up.

…

"Uh..." Waking up from coma again, with the familiar incandescent light again, Jian Wu opened his eyes, and there were more and more scars on his body. Even the places that were slightly better before were now worse. The pain started, and it was obvious that the injury had become more serious.

"Kenwu!"

This time, Akira and Yumei are here together, waiting for Kenwu to wake up.

After seeing him regaining consciousness, the two people quickly helped him up and made inquiries, fearing that Jian Wu might suddenly faint.

"Our scene seems a bit familiar, isn't it?" Looking at the two friends in front of him, Jianwu smiled rarely and joked to himself.

"It was just an hour ago..." Akira lowered his eyelids and said calmly: "It was not long ago..."

"Your body has reached its limit." There were still tears hanging from the corners of Jie Ming's eyes: "It's alright."

"I know my body. Although it seems to be at its limit, it can actually hold on for a while." Jianwu made an "OK" gesture, but did not get an answer from Akira Rento and Yumei. Instead, he looked at The two of them looked grim and silent.

"Why do you have to look so sad? Am I fine?" Jian Wu came closer to Yu Ming. Even if he lowered his head, it didn't matter: "I protected everyone again from the harm of monsters. This is not a good thing. ?"

"Come on, smile."

"Smailu~Smailu~"

He opened his mouth with both hands and made a smiley expression. Kengo's funny behavior did not cause any reaction from Yumei and Akira.

"The captain... has approved a period of leave for you, saying that you can report back after you recover from your injuries." Jie Ming continued: "I told the captain that you were seriously injured and needed to rest, so..."

"It's okay!" Jian Wu immediately interrupted Yu Ming's follow-up words: "Look, my body is very good! It's okay even if I get down and walk right now."

With that said, Jianwu planned to lift the quilt and get out of bed and walk around, but as soon as he moved his legs, a heartbreaking pain penetrated the nerves and reached his mind, causing his face to twitch slightly.

"Jianwu, you can't get out of bed!" Akira hurriedly came over to reset Jianwu and covered him with the quilt: "Two monsters have appeared in succession. Please take good care of yourself during the next period of time. .”

"Um…"

If no monster appears, or if the alarm sounds, Kenwu is still no different from a normal person.

But once it comes to those things, Jianwu will immediately turn into a war madman, and he won't listen to what anyone says.

Yumei was using a towel to wipe Kengo's sweat from the pain, while Akira stood aside and watched all of this, his hands in the pockets of his white coat clenching tighter.

The Victory Condor can no longer play any role. If this continues, Kenwu will die of exhaustion sooner or later, and will be defeated due to the accumulation of injuries.

The Elite Victory Team must not continue like this. It cannot play any role or help at all...

The Nasdis... lacks a vital energy source. As long as there is a strong enough energy source, the Nasdis can move and complete the transformation, and then it can share the pressure on Jian Wu.

But whether it is the Gorgagon key or other keys, there is no way to use it as an energy source to drive the Nasdis to start its transformation. It can only be used as a means of attack.

That's not enough.

This is where Akira's troubles lie.

What kind of energy and what method should be used to drive the Nasdis so that Kenwu does not need to continue like this.

…

Temple ruins.

"No, what do the words carved on your ruins mean?"

"What do you mean? You don't know the words?"

"I know you!" King Ao puffed up his chest and answered confidently: "But when you combine these two words together, I don't recognize you."

"O-King and dogs are not allowed, can't you see?" At this moment, Plese, who had successfully returned to the temple ruins, popped up from behind O-King and recited the relics in front of O-King. The words engraved above.

"Who wrote this passage?" King Ao asked.

"Me!" Without thinking, Plesser responded loudly.

This was also the word that Plesher carved on when Noah was sleeping and Plesser was cleaning the ruins of the temple.

Even though Noah woke up several times during this sentence, Noah didn't say anything. Why did he, King Ao, call him here?

He lifted up his cloak and without looking back, the Myriad Mallet flew out from under the cloak and hit Plesser with a "Duang" sound, turning him into a shooting star with one blow.

"I came here and Noah didn't dare to say anything? Who are you to talk to me about this?" After taking the hammer back, King Ao hummed, very dissatisfied: "I'm giving you face, right?"

"...When will you remember your identity as a mysterious person and act like this every day?" Noah sighed helplessly, and Noah's wings flapped slightly, pulling Plesser directly back behind him, and he stood here again.

"Aren't you tired from keeping a straight face and harboring hatred all day long?" King Ao waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "Besides, we have nothing to worry about. Who are we trying to scare with such mysterious airs all day long?"

"Do you want others to be so silent when they see you?"

"I don't have that weird hobby. I like to see people trembling in fear."

"This is like something you can say." Noah nodded. This thought was not just for King Ao, but also for several of them.

Since it is a mystery, it is also an extremely powerful existence in the infinite universe, and it has almost no rivals.

Being invincible brings loneliness, and being aloof brings majesty to others. That is what the brothers only do when they are still in the transcendent stage.

Now, of course, it's up to you to do whatever you want.

Noah is always working overtime because he has a full sense of responsibility. He can't let go of the movement of the universe. He is like an employee who voluntarily works overtime in the company without overtime pay. When the boss sees it, he calls him a bully. people.

And when it comes to doing whatever you want, King Ao must have the most say.

"Hmph, I'll give you some time to erase this line, otherwise if I see it next time I come here..." King Ao said in a conspiratorial tone, "Just prepare to go to Warhammer next door!"

"Huh!" Plesser didn't answer, but tilted his head and snorted coldly.

"Okay, okay, tell me if you have anything to do." Noah covered his head with a headache. He obviously just wanted a quiet life, but this little wish was always difficult to realize.

When I think of a few mysteries, I can do whatever I want, so why can’t I do it myself?

Noah has never been able to figure this out.

…

PS: The operation ended in half an hour, which made me wonder how long it would take to get serious.

I can't get angry anymore, brotherJPG