Chapter 689 You Are Not Talking About Ma Baoguo, Are You?

A small forest under the night sky.

A clearing was created in the nearly 100-meter-long forest, with huge tree stumps scattered everywhere and leaves scattered all over the ground.

It was as if it had been destroyed by a tornado.

It was a tragedy.

The two fought from 9:00 p.m. to 4:00 a.m., for a total of nearly eight hours.

From the beginning, Fujino was suppressing the opponent, to the later evenly matched opponents, fighting with all their strength, until the last moves were used up, and they didn't care about anything, and just started to fight each other like a reckless man without any moves or martial arts ethics.

It can be said that the head of the man was about to be hit out of the dog's head.

Kyogoku Makoto leaned against a horizontal tree trunk, breathing heavily.

At this time, the karate uniform on his body was torn to pieces, and his wheat-colored skin was full of spots and scars caused by the sword energy.

Fujino on the other side was not doing well either.

Thanks to the characteristics of the Ace Agent suit, although his clothes were still neat, there were already bruises under his clothes, and his muscles were slightly strained, no worse than Kyogoku Makoto.

"Are you still a human?"

Fujiano held the wooden sword and panted: "We have been fighting for such a long time, could it be that the calf has become a spirit?"

"You are not bad!"

Kyogoku Makoto was not affected. He raised his wrist and wiped the sweat on his forehead: "You are the first opponent who can fight with me for such a long time and not lose the upper hand."

Fujiano: "I am..."

What do you mean not bad?

Isn't that also a calf?

I didn't expect Kyogoku Makoto, a dog coin, to be ironic.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Fujino picked up the wooden sword and staggered towards Kyogoku Makoto.

Kyogoku Makoto was naturally not afraid. He stood up tremblingly and punched the wooden sword.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the two were blown away by the force of the collision.

"You, will you die if you surrender?"

Fujino fell to the ground with a thud, raised his head and looked at the starry sky in front of him, took a deep breath: "Do we have to fight to the death?"

Kyogoku Makoto also lay on the ground, gasping for breath: "The opponent hasn't stopped yet, how can I stop?"

"This stubbornness is really like a calf..."

"Same here."

"Fuck."

Fujino was actually a little helpless. He was a little exhausted after fighting until now.

Using the special reinforcement card, he could suppress Kyogoku Makoto, but the number of special reinforcement cards was not large, and now it has been exhausted.

After the war of attrition, Kyogoku Makoto's physical strength was a little bit behind. He could continue to maintain it by using the advanced reinforcement card, and he could continue to maintain it by drinking Shennong oral liquid.

Now, he can continue to fight with only the advanced reinforcement card, and even knock Kyogoku Makoto down...

But it is totally unnecessary.

He kept the advanced enhancement card and planned to keep the special enhancement card for synthesis. He couldn't use up all the props like Shennong oral liquid. He would definitely suffer if he continued to fight.

What's more, he vaguely felt that a humanoid Gundam like Kyogoku Makoto must have some physical strength that had not been squeezed out.

Who would live and die in the end was really uncertain.

The purpose of his fight with Kyogoku Makoto was just to test his own strength and have a hearty fight.

Now the goal has been achieved, and he has even learned some experience in protracted wars...

In short, it's not a loss.

Thinking of this, Fujino took a deep breath and suggested: "How about we call it a draw?"

"Tie?"

"We haven't fought to the point of winning or losing. If we continue to fight, it will be a real life-and-death game. It's just a competition. There's no need. I heard that you have won 400 games in a row without losing. A draw is not a loss, right?"

Kyogoku Makoto was also a little hesitant after hearing this.

It was rare to meet such an opponent, and he also wanted to decide the winner, but just like Fujino said, if he really continued to fight, he would have to burst out all his physical strength, and the last game would decide life and death...

But this was not a life-and-death fight, just a competition, just to compete for who was stronger, it was really not worth it...

After a brief thought, Kyogoku Makoto sighed: "Then it's a draw?"

"If you think there's anything wrong with a draw, let's continue fighting. I'm fine, I can still hold on for a day and a night..."

Fujiano paused and continued: "It's just that the nearby woods seem to be almost wiped out by us. I'm afraid we have to change places to continue practicing. If the noise attracts people, I'm afraid we'll both be sent to the police station."

"Hehe, I think a draw is good."

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After a short rest.

The two got up from the ground and sat on two wooden stakes cut by Fujino.

Fujino sat on the wooden stake, took out the fat otaku happy water and drank a sip, recovered his strength, then lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and used the pain-relieving effect to suppress the pain in his body.

Kyogoku Makoto looked at Fujino who was drinking water and smoking in the night.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't say it.

It seems quite poetic?

"Why, you want one too?"

Fujino noticed Kyogoku's expression and took out a cigarette and handed it over.

"I don't want it..."

Kyogoku Makoto looked strange for a moment: "I saw Ms. Maori and Ms. Suzuki say that you are their predecessors. By the way, are you an adult?"

"I'm eighteen like you."

"But you're not yet an adult?"

"You're an adult in China and the United States, so why don't you know it when you're abroad?"

"But this is Japan..."

"It's not a big deal, as long as no one sees it."

Fujino handed it over again: "So are you coming?"

"You can smoke it yourself, I don't have this habit."

Kyogoku Makoto pushed it away, and suddenly asked: "I just want to ask about your master."

"My master?"

Fujino was puzzled: "My master is Suwa Yuji, the eighth degree of kendo."

"I'm not asking about this master."

Kyogoku Makoto explained: "I want to ask about your master of ancient Chinese martial arts... I'm abroad When I was practicing, I heard that there was an old man who used ancient Chinese martial arts Tai Chi. You also use ancient Chinese martial arts Tai Chi, so I want to ask if you know that old man. "

"Uh..."

Fujino narrowed his eyes and carefully recalled the keywords of foreign countries, ancient Chinese martial arts Tai Chi, and old man. Suddenly, his mind echoed:

"Young people have no martial ethics and sneak attack my eighty-year-old colleague!" "Come, cheat, come and sneak attack!" "British strongman" and other classic quotes...

Fujino suddenly thought of a certain Tai Chi 'master' in his mind, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

So, you are not talking about Ma Baoguo, right?

If Ma Baoguo travels to the world of science, it is estimated that the Lightning Five Whips may really become a killer move...

But on second thought, Fujino felt that this outrageous idea was unlikely.

He looked strange and asked: "The old man you are talking about is not the head of Hunyuan Tai Chi Sect, and his specialty is the Lightning Five Whips, right?"