Zongman: Starting From The Wish To Blow The Fist

The fighter candidates were silent.

Looking at Yato who changed his casual attitude and became much more serious, they felt something different.

Not an attitude.

It's an aura.

If the previous Yato was a brook, which came from nowhere and where it went, clear and unpredictable, then he is now a piece of ice, with no end in sight, no way out, and the air It was bone-piercingly cold, and even if he breathed the same air, he felt as if his internal organs were about to freeze.

Although the vast majority of fighter candidates come for money or other selfish desires, they do not lack the awareness to fight to the death, but is it really necessary to go in this situation?

It's not a life and death duel.

It's just a quota, if you let it go, you will let it go.

Anyway, there are two places.

Instead of fighting for the moment, it is better to compete with others for the second spot.

This is what they think is the most reasonable decision.

"How could it be... just two games, and the remaining people lost the courage to challenge... Is there any exaggeration of his deterrent power?!"

Erina, who saw this scene in his eyes, was stunned and almost lost his voice.

Even if it was her, it was impossible for her to win two games in a row as soon as she came on stage, so that the rest of the chefs were willing to give up and fight for the second and third place.

But the man in front of him did it.

"If you don't know martial arts or fighting, you don't understand how much pressure he puts on other people. Those who fight him don't see any hope of winning, so they choose to give up... Not only that 303. Once you experience this pressure, you will be affected by it when you fight with him in the future. Over time, "There will be fewer and fewer people who are willing to fight with him.

Senzaemon sighed.

Erina was completely silent.

Senzaemon didn't seem to notice the abnormality of his granddaughter, and said to himself: "But before the monster fully grows, even a human can leave scars on its body with all its strength, and for the loser That is by no means a shame, but a proof of hard work, a feat worthy of the admiration of others.

As he spoke, he touched the scar on his right eye.

The tone was full of nostalgia.

As if recalling the past.

Erina didn't quite understand the meaning of his words, until the next moment, there was an almost substantive sense of oppression around her, she was startled and turned her head to look, only to find that Dojima Gin stood up at some point.

"...Uncle Dojima, don't you mean...?!"

Erina thought of a certain possibility from his actions, and her expression changed instantly.

"Erina, commander in chief, remember to treat me to a meal when you get back."

Dojima Gin pulled the belt of his practice uniform and strode towards the arena.

There was no trace of fear on his face.

Only a high-spirited smile and fighting spirit.

(bgac) "That's all for Erina, do you still want me to cook? Really, I'm really a greedy guy, but cooking for a bloody warrior is not enough.

Senzaemon laughed.

"Uncle Dojima, come on!"

Erina summoned up her courage and shouted.

Although it attracted many idiot-like eyes from many people, the proud Peacock Queen who was born in Yuanyue didn't care about the eyes of those "cowards".

"Hey, Hayasaka

Kaguya not far away suddenly looked at his maid.

"Even if you want to cheer Mr. Igarashi, it should be Miss Kaguya who is the most appropriate one. After all, you are the representative of the academy."

Hayasaka Ai seemed to have expected what she would say, and interrupted first.

"In that case, I entrust you to shout on my behalf."

Hui Ye raised an eyebrow.

...Miss Kaguya, don't you feel guilty for doing such a thing? Well, I get it, I apologize, and forget about the bet of hugging or something. "

"no."

Facing the maid who resolutely confessed her love, Kaguya showed a smug smile.

"If you really have the sincerity to apologize, then shout quickly."

...... Mr. Igarashi, come on

"Speak up, even I can't hear you clearly when I'm sitting next to you."

Ai Hayasaka took a deep breath, her face was sullen, but her face was obviously red, and from her eyes, it could be seen that her heart was quite shaken now.

But there was no way, she couldn't refuse Kaguya's request.

"Mr. Igarashi! Miss Kaguya promised to date you when you win!"

"?!"

Not to mention that Kaguya, who was dragged by the maid and blew himself up, was in a mess.

After Yedou heard it abruptly, he was also taken aback for a moment.

Turning around, I saw two girls fighting each other with their hands facing each other like sumo wrestlers in the auditorium. They didn't stop until they seemed to notice other people's gazes, and pretended that nothing happened. But the blush will not go away for a while.

 …What are these two guys doing?"

Yato shook his head slightly and gave up guessing.

His gaze turned to Dojima Gin.

He has a cropped head and bright eyes, giving people a shrewd and capable impression. His physique is similar to his, but his shoulders look wider, which should be caused by years of cooking experience, and his arms and back muscles are more developed.

Such people practice boxing.

Conversely, most people who practice boxing also have these characteristics.

Yato observed the opponent with his eyes almost subconsciously, and made judgments based on the experience he had learned, and did not turn on the system detection function as soon as he came up.

This is also a habit he forced himself to develop.

"It's nice to be young."

Dojima Gin joked.

"I wanted to introduce our little princess to you, but now it seems that you have a better choice.

"To be honest, I really want to admit defeat right now."

Yato spread his hands.

"Hey, the murderous cold is so cold that even I feel biting, are you really okay?"

Dojima Gin glanced at the black-haired girl in the auditorium. He seemed to be worried about Yato, but in fact his tone was gloating.

"You should worry more about yourself than me.

Ignoring the cold gaze from somewhere, Yato said calmly.

"Speaking of which, I'm not going to let you end standing up."

"Give me some time to breathe?"

Dojima Yin said jokingly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Arch your back and stand sideways.

Raise your hands and place them on your chest, staggering one after the other.

At first glance, this posture is very close to ordinary people's impression of modern martial arts.

In Ye Dou's eyes, his posture is very similar to the Mantis Fist in Xiang Xingquan, but the position of his hands is different, on the contrary, it is almost the same as Wing Chun.

There is a wonderful sinking feeling in the hands.

Like grabbing something, or carrying something.

Based on this alone, Yato can conclude that he is not practicing modern martial arts.

"Is it an ancient boxing technique developed from weapon arts?"

Yato wasn't too surprised either.

There are so many unheard of ancient martial arts like this, some have been lost, some are still being passed on secretly, and some have been reproduced by various means after being lost.

Therefore, in modern martial arts, it is often emphasized that "not sticking to moves", in order not to respond to all changes with the same, but to respond to all changes with all changes,

In Jeet Kune Do, the infinite is limited, which is also the reason.

Practitioners are required to find the right choice among infinite choices.

"ha!"

Dojima Gin suddenly made a sound, tightening and loosening his whole body, as if being led forward by his own fist, his steps seemed to be stumbling, but he shortened the distance with Yato all of a sudden.

"A step that destroys the sense of distance?"

Yato's pupils shrank.

This guy, not easy!.