Zongman: Starting From The Wish To Blow The Fist

"Aren't you the one who made the most noise?"

Yato glanced at him.

"Looking for masters everywhere, and then secretly sending people to attack them, screen out enough elites, and finally put them together with another group of masters invited from the outside world to find the best one... I don't know In your eyes, what kind of image do fighters have, maybe they are mice, maybe hyenas, maybe something else, in short, you don’t need to think about their feelings.”

"But they are them and I am me."

"It doesn't feel good to be attacked for no reason, so I also plan to use my method-to do a screening for you...and you.

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He first raised his finger to Dazai Yukio with an ugly face, and then pointed to the panicked fighter candidates in the auditorium.

The tone is as flat as water.

It seems to be just telling a matter of course.

"What the hell are you trying to do!"

Dazai Yukio was so angry that he drew his samurai sword and pointed it at Yato.

"Don't you understand? I think I've said enough myself."

Yato tilted the head of "Two Thirty Zero" and looked at him like an idiot.

"If you have paid attention to my recent information, you will know that you are already a fighter, so as a fighter who is borrowing from the boxing club, is there any point in evaluating these informal fighters? Isn't that right? Aren't you planning to enter boxing competition?"

"...You bastard, you were sent by Katahara Mietou, right?"

Dazai Yukio's arms trembled, and his tone was extremely firm.

"No, that old man will not prevent such an interesting thing from happening, I think you know this better than me.

Yato shook his head.

"Igarashi Yato, if you want to sabotage this selection out of personal grievances, then I hope you can calm down a bit. You must know that this is not just an internal matter of RU7."

At this time, a middle-aged man in a white suit said lightly.

There is a sense of warning in the words.

"So what? Can one of your departments do anything to me?"

Yato spoke quite bluntly.

It's not that he's too arrogant. Although he can't compete with the upper-level organization with his current strength, the person in front of him may not be able to represent the upper-level organization.

In particular, Yato noticed half of the centipede-like tattoo faintly protruding from the back of his hand, and became more convinced of his guess.

This tattoo is the imprint of the members of the [Worm] organization.

Obviously, not only did they infiltrate the upper-level organizations, but they also wanted to use this incident to infiltrate the Boxing Club.

Of course, what the [worm] organization wants to do.

Yato doesn't care.

There is currently no conflict of interest between the parties.

No need to meddle in other people's business.

But what he is going to do this time, let alone the [worm], even the coming of Jesus cannot stop it!

"R...!"

The man in the white suit wanted to say something in anger, but suddenly his face changed slightly, he took a deep look at Yato, waved to his companion, got up and left.

Dazai Yukio was taken aback for a moment, and quickly shouted: "Mr. Watanabe! Where are you going?"

"It's inconvenient for the upper-level authorities to participate in private fights on campus. Let's talk about the fighter representatives after you've settled your affairs."

The man called 'Watanabe' turned his head and said to him.

"Private fight between school and campus?"

Dazai Yukio's expression twisted.

The bastard in front of me is actually able to lightly define this kind of vicious incident as a mere 'campus private fight'?!

How dare he do that?

In order to prepare the selection plan, I don't know how much manpower and material resources were spent, and now half of the selection has been sabotaged, and they still don't care about it.

It's outrageous!

But no matter whether Dazai Yukio accepted it or not, Watanabe took the people away quickly.

Some fighter candidates also wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but Yato stopped them with his eyes.

"I said, I won't give up until you admit defeat."

"I, I admit defeat...!"

Unexpectedly, it was Punk Abbott who spoke first.

Seeing his severed hand, everyone instantly understood.

This is to rush to heal.

With timely treatment, the hand can still be picked up.

With the first person speaking, the rest of the people put aside their burdens and surrendered one after another.

Although I can't understand why this man cares so much about winning or losing.

But admitting defeat is not a big deal.

It's better than admitting defeat after suffering like punk.

"Okay, it's just you."

Yato turned his gaze on a person in the auditorium.

All fighters including Ren Nikaidou conceded defeat.

There is only one exception.

"Falcon-kun! Hurry up and admit defeat!"

Sakayanagi, the chairman of the Higher Education Institute, looked calm, but sweat was already oozing from his forehead, and he urged in a low voice.

..."

The young man named 'Falcon' did not follow his advice.

Standing up slowly, he took off his sunglasses.

A pair of rather strange eyes were revealed.

Anyone who sees his eyes will feel a chill in their hearts unconsciously.

Sharp and cold.

There is also an extremely strong attachment.

"Sorry, Mr. Sakayanagi, I will not admit defeat."

"Falcon...you!"

The corners of Banyanagi's eyes twitched, and he regretted why he went to [Purgatory] to hire someone, no, it doesn't matter, the key is the selection of people.

Fortunately, at the time, he still felt that as the confidant of the boss of [Purgatory] [Kan Tsukuda A-level fighter Ji Ji was absolutely trustworthy.

"Are you going to hit me?"

Yato looked at Falcon and said Ouma's famous words.

"I'm a ninja, and I'm not interested in ordinary fighters." Falcon said as if introducing himself, and everyone, including those fighters who surrendered, looked at him like a warrior...

"Naturally, the dignity of a fighter doesn't exist at all. It's just that I have the belief of being a ninja, that is, I will never refuse a challenge from a ninja. This is my way of ninja.

"Ninja...I'm not a ninja...forget it.

Seeing the other party's firm gaze, Yato shook his head, he knew it was useless to say anything to this kind of seeker.

But yes.

His [Lanjiao] has long been a skill that is out of the category of ordinary fighting skills, and it is a 'wu' prepared for the strong beyond human beings.

In the eyes of the Japanese, it is indeed as incredible as ninjutsu.

"However, let's save our battle for the next time. N

Yato said suddenly.

"Are you avoiding the fight?"

Falcon frowned.

"No, I just don't want to fight with an opponent who has a dead heart. It's just a simple killing. Let's fight again when you think you can survive under my hands.

Yato smiled.

"Today, let's sleep first."

"——Bastard boy!"

Suddenly, a knife fell towards his back.

It's Yukio Dazai.

This cruel and stubborn old man.

Yato destroyed the selection plan in front of him, coupled with the inaction of the upper-level authorities like an abandoned child, he completely let go of the moral shackles in his heart and launched an attack on Yato

That was quite a sharp cut.

It can be seen that the old man's attainments in kendo are not low.

If this knife is cut on a normal person, there is absolutely no way out.

"E...!"

"Igarashi——!"

Falcon and Kaguya exclaimed, wanting to remind Yato to be careful.

at this time.

An invisible 'gale wind' blew across the venue in an instant.

The 2.6 that followed was a coercion like a mountain and an ocean!

Everyone's movements stopped and their expressions froze.

The blade that swung in mid-air also stopped.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

I don't know how long it has passed, maybe it's just one second, maybe ten seconds.

The first to fall appeared.

It's Yukio Dazai.

He who is the closest to Yato is also the one who suffers the most from Bawangse's domineering.

It looked as if he had lost his soul, and his body fell stiffly.

The samurai sword in his hand fell weakly.

Yato turned around casually, and the blade brushed past his back, as if he hadn't noticed it, and never turned his head to look at Dazai Yukio.

Falcon stared at Yato's figure, his astonished and unwilling eyes were gradually replaced by confusion, his eyelids became heavier, and so did his body, the sense of oppression engulfed his body and mind like a tsunami

In this case, thinking has become a luxury.

Just two or three seconds.

The venue fell into a dead silence...