Zongman: Kaijumon invades, I transform into Seven

A student couldn’t help asking.

The school is rich, but the funds allocated to their activities every year are limited.

These activity funds are mainly used to organize activities, maintain and purchase equipment, and even the shiny wooden floor of the Kyudo Club needs maintenance.

Normally, even the members of their Kyudo Club will not easily destroy the equipment.

The price of a good bow and arrow is not cheap.

Once the equipment is damaged, you have to pay for it yourself.

Although they are children of the nobility, their pocket money is still limited.

The man growled in his throat, and it seemed that he didn’t understand what they meant.

“Hey, Yamamoto, this guy seems to be a bit mentally unstable.

Yamamoto’s sleeve was pulled by his friend.

“Look at the clothes this guy is wearing, and the makeup on his face. He is definitely not a student or an employee of the school.”

Yamamoto was shocked and realized that this man seemed to be an intruder and a mental patient.

A mental patient with problems actually broke into the school!

What’s worse is that this man seems to have targeted them.

“”What bad luck! Run!”

Yamamoto cursed and called his friend to run away, but his neck was grabbed.

Then a huge force pulled him to the ground.

“”Shh, it hurts.”

Yamamoto fell to the ground and grimaced. When he looked up, he found that the psychopath was tightly grasping his best friend’s neck.

His best friend was now purple and blue, with his eyes rolled back and looking like he was about to be strangled to death, just like a little chicken.

“”Hold on, I’m here to save you!”

Yamamoto didn’t care about his aching back and shouted to his friend.

Not knowing if his friend could hear him now, he got up and tried to pry open the arm of the psychopath.

But the psychopath was very burly, and his muscles were as hard as rocks. No matter how hard Yamamoto tried, he couldn’t pull the man’s arm open.

You know, the members of the Kyudo Club are very strong. They often pull bows. The ordinary bows used by male members require fifteen kilograms of pulling force, which makes their arms very strong.

But even so, Yamamoto couldn’t pry open the hand.

Seeing that his friend was half a foot in the underworld, Yamamoto was quick-witted and turned to pinch the man’s neck.

His trick worked, and the man really let go of his suffocated friend.

The friend collapsed to the ground and coughed twice, and fresh air re-entered his throat.

He recovered, but Yamamoto was not so lucky.

The furious Gurongi grabbed Yamamoto’s hand and threw him over his shoulder.

Yamamoto fell heavily to the ground again, and this time he only felt that his internal organs were displaced.

“Ugh.” Yamamoto retched in pain.

“?é?á?á！”Gurongi cursed at Yamamoto twice, then raised his fist and hit him hard in the face.

Yamamoto felt as if a grenade exploded in his brain.

There was a sharp pain on his face.

There was also a taste of rust in his mouth.

Everything in front of him was blurry and he couldn’t see anything clearly.

Gurongi punched Yamamoto in the face again. This time, Yamamoto’s face looked like a dyeing factory.

The blood splashed on Gurongi’s face and made him crazy. He put on a creepy smile and continued to swing his fist.

Punch after punch, Yamamoto was able to resist at first, but as Gurongi’s fists fell, Yamamoto no longer had the strength to resist.

“Yamamoto!”

Just as the friend recovered, he saw his best friend about to be beaten to death by a mentally ill man in order to save him.

He mustered up his courage and picked up a stick from the side to help.