Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

What's the weight that Yozora does on the bench press?

When she saw the numbers on the weight plates and added them up in her head, she was shocked.

"Two… two hundred kilograms!?"

This exaggerated number gave Shizuka Hiratsuka a little bit of a 'big muscle dude' shock.

Good heavens.

A high school student bench-pressing two hundred kilograms for reps.

Is this even human?

No wonder those strong men had to ask Yozora for advice.

So that's how it is.

However, after a brief moment of surprise, a look of concern appeared between Shizuka's eyebrows.

If it were any other student, it would be fine.

But with Yozora, who had a history of causing trouble in middle school, wouldn't this extraordinary physique cause some safety issues?

Young people are easily impulsive.

Plus, Yozora got off to a bad start on his first day of school.

What if he gets into a conflict with other students in the future and doesn't know his own strength?

Thinking of this, Shizuka made up her mind.

She had to find a way to correct Yozora's personality, at least to make him behave himself while at school.

...

Several hours later, one o'clock in the morning, in a small alley in Kyoto.

"Hand over the money!"

A middle-aged man with a distorted and狰狞 face held a sharp dagger to a young woman's neck.

In his mind, a voice kept whispering.

"Kill her, kill her, kill her…"

"Shut up!"

The middle-aged man covered his head with his left hand, and bloodshot eyes appeared.

Seeing him in this frenzied state, the young woman was almost scared to death, her hands trembling, and she accidentally dropped her wallet on the ground.

"You did that on purpose!?"

"No, I didn't…"

The young woman explained tremblingly, but the middle-aged man didn't listen to a word.

Because all he could hear was the constant whispering.

The sharp dagger pierced the young woman's fair neck, and bright red blood seeped out, reflecting in the middle-aged man's eyes, making the voice in his head even clearer.

"Kill her!"

Just as the middle-aged man was about to lose his mind and stab the tip of the dagger into the young woman's neck, a teasing voice sounded from not far behind him.

"What a low-end robbery."

"What's that you're holding, a fruit knife?"

"Sigh, how can you stand out in the fiercely competitive industry of robbers if you're not meticulous?"

Chapter 012: Evening Entertainment

The middle-aged man didn't expect that there would be anyone in this secluded alley in the middle of the night.

A look of panic flashed in his eyes, and he immediately held the young woman hostage, turned around to look at Yozora, who had just spoken, and threatened him loudly, waving the dagger in his hand.

"If you dare take another step, I'll kill her!"

Yozora shrugged and said with a light smile, a shocking statement that neither the robber nor the young woman expected.

"What's it to me?"

"What…"

The robber was stunned.

The young woman was also stunned for a moment, and then immediately stuttered and pleaded.

"S-Save me."

"No."

Yozora's answer was still so straightforward, with a kind smile on his face, he slowly opened his mouth.

"What does it matter to me whether you live or die? I'm just here to find him."

For some reason, looking at Yozora's expression, the robber was already sure that the other party was not lying.

This handsome young man in black clothes didn't care about the young woman's life or death at all.

"Damn it…"

The robber gritted his teeth, pushed the young woman forward with force, and then turned and fled into the depths of the alley.

He had realized that it wasn't worth taking such a big risk just to rob some money.

He could just rob someone else.

Speaking of which…

Why did he suddenly want to kill that woman just now?

Facing the young woman rushing towards him, Yozora just slightly moved his body, and with an extremely elegant movement, directly dodged past, letting her fall to the ground, in an extremely embarrassing manner.

He looked at the robber's back, and what appeared in his vision was the thick black aura emanating from the other party, which ordinary people could not see.

"At this stage, there's no saving him."

After saying that, Yozora slowly followed the direction in which the robber fled.

If he remembered correctly.

That was a dead end.

...

On the other side.

"Damn it, damn it!"

The robber looked at the wall blocking his way, gritted his teeth, and dense bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes, his face already twisted into a狰狞 expression that didn't resemble a human at all.

He heard the sound of footsteps behind him, gritted his teeth and turned around, looking at Yozora who was walking slowly, and the inexplicable voice sounded in his mind again.

"Kill him!"

"K-Kill you…"

The robber's bloodshot eyes stared straight at Yozora's face, emitting a strong killing intent.

"Kill you!"

He clenched the dagger in his hand, quickly rushed towards Yozora, and with all his strength, stabbed the knife into the other party's abdomen!

"Ding!"

The moment the dagger stabbed, the sound of piercing flesh and blood that the robber expected did not ring in his ears.

Instead, it was like stabbing a piece of iron plate, making a crisp sound of metal colliding.

"Are you kidding me?"

Yozora shook his head, with a look of dissatisfaction.

"I'm also considered a proper exorcist, and you're using a broken fruit knife to fool me? You don't respect me at all."

The robber had an unbelievable look on his face, seeing that the tip of the dagger in his hand did not stab Yozora's abdomen, but was completely blocked by a black, strange mist.

"This, how is this possible…"

He took two steps back, then suddenly threw away the dagger in his hand, directly knelt on the ground, crying and begging for mercy.

"I, I was momentarily confused, please let me go."

From madness to humble begging for mercy.

The speed of this robber's attitude change, even Han Xin would be ashamed of himself if he saw it.

Yozora looked at the robber kneeling on the ground, constantly crying and begging for mercy, with no pity in his eyes, just shaking his head, and said softly.

"It's really disgusting."

The moment his voice fell, the surroundings instantly quieted down.

The robber maintained the action of kneeling on the ground, his body seemed to be stiff, and after a long time, he raised his head.

Only to see that his eyes were no longer scarlet bloodshot, but had turned into a piece of black.

And the body began to swell strangely, showing a distorted form, and the skin gradually turned into a disgusting, deep purple color that looked disgusting.

Faced with this terrifying scene that could scare ordinary people unconscious, Yozora still maintained a calm expression, just laughing lightly.

"It would have been better to do this earlier, why bother pretending?"

He didn't tell Yotsuya Miko one thing when he was explaining today.

At the moment of being manipulated by an evil spirit, although people can still think independently and mostly act freely, they are actually dead and become a walking corpse.

The most disgusting thing is.

Even if you know that the other party is beyond saving, not everyone can bring themselves to do it in the face of human begging and crying.

Of course, Yozora is one of the few who can do it.

Looking at the evil spirit whose body had soared to nearly three meters high, with dozens of sharp blades emerging from its two arms, and a twisted and terrifying face, he only said three short words.

"Dinner time."

...

Ten minutes later.

"That's it."

Yozora patted the dust off his body and quickly left this secluded alley.

Unsurprisingly.

The young woman who had been robbed before had long since disappeared.

Not to mention the robber holding the dagger.

Even Yozora didn't seem like a normal person, it would be strange if she dared to stay in place at one o'clock in the morning.

"It's another long night."

After devouring the evil spirit just now, Yozora didn't stop, but continued to look for other prey.

The reason why he hunts evil spirits is very simple, to become stronger.

After devouring hundreds of evil spirits, Yozora found that in addition to the enhancement of his physical fitness, he also possessed the ability to control the strange black mist like just now, to attack or form a defense, as well as the ghost hand that followed behind him, which even Yotsuya Miko couldn't see.

Since there are things like evil spirits in this world, wouldn't there be other dangerous existences in the corners he doesn't know about?

Just in case, it's always good.

Having a sword in hand and not using it, and not having a sword in hand at all, are two different things.

...

The next morning, in the classroom of Class 1-A of Sobu High School.

"Yozora, good morning."

"Yeah, good morning."