Chapter 217 Hikigaya Hachiman VS Ayanokouji Kiyotaka

The dining table has nearly doubled in width and is filled with all kinds of food.

Confit duck, foie gras, Burgundy escargot, Burgundy beef

All classic French food.

Xiaoniao Youshihua is currently pretty good at French cuisine, and other cuisines can only be said to be slightly better than ordinary chefs.

Of course, she was already practicing harder.

The new generation of the Nakiri family, the God's Tongue, would come over every three days to point out the flaws in her cooking. Totsuki Academy even used its vast network of connections to contact several former top ten to serve as "tutorial teachers" for her.

The Nakiri family keenly seized the opportunity to come into contact with the most powerful creatures on the surface, and deepened this connection through the little bird Yu Toka.

Don't worry about it or not, if you can get online, you have surpassed most of Neon's "old friends".

At the dining table, Luke ate slowly and methodically.

Only then did he look like a civilized man.

Because there are guests coming.

He had previously asked the little bird Yu Shihuaduo to prepare dinner for one person.

It was not to prepare for his new apprentice, but to welcome the arrival of a guest.

"Excuse me, everyone."

The muscular man squeezed into the restaurant with an apologetic smile on his face.

He obviously looks extremely rough, but inexplicably gives people a strange feeling of being gentle and easy to get along with.

"You're late, Oliba." Luke swallowed a mouthful of foie gras.

"Something happened on the way and we were delayed for a while. What a nice dinner."

Oliba pushed open the chair very familiarly and sat down.

They were not old acquaintances, having only met once.

And the last time they met, they were rivals.

After tying the napkin, Oliba, who looked like a muscle monster, dexterously cut the Wellington steak with a knife and fork.

Put it into your mouth, the golden and crispy outer layer is wrapped with tender beef, and you can feel the unique taste brought by the milky aroma and crispness in every bite.

"tasty."

Oliba praised.

Luke couldn't comment and put down his wine glass.

"Is Maria okay?"

"She is fine and is resting in the hotel now. Thank you, Luke, for saving us."

Oliba smiled even more when she mentioned "Maria".

They are getting married.

Oliba has been cutting back on exercise recently and is constantly losing weight to make herself look less intimidating.

Maria returned to her original state, and he no longer needed these muscles to pick up his woman.

Of course, this "weakening" does not refer to a weakening of strength.

Oliba is a slightly inferior fighter than Yujiro Noma, he just changed the direction of his path.

After all, how could he become "the freest man in the world" without strength.

He is very aware of the bullying character of those bastards in the United States.

"Luke, when I came here, someone told me that they chose to give it a try."

"Be careful, Luke." Oliba put down his knife and fork.

He looked directly at Luke, his attitude serious.

Although it is not clear why America is so crazy to think that it can be compared with the new strongest creature on the surface.

But since they dare to take action, it means that there must be something extraordinary hidden behind them.

At the very least, it is a powerful weapon that can defeat Yujiro Noma, the previous strongest creature on the surface.

Oliba traveled across the ocean and temporarily stopped the upcoming wedding just to come and tell him in person.

The United States has decided to declare war on him!

Hearing this, Luke just smiled.

"Place?"

"I think it should be the sea area."

Oliba wiped his mouth.

"I see."

"Have you found a way forward after defeating Yujiro?"

Oliba then asked.

After defeating him, Luke shook his head in disappointment.

"It's not powerful enough!"

After saying that, he and Maria were healed of their injuries.

In the awe-stricken eyes of all the prison police and madmen, Shanda walked away.

At that time, he knew what Luke wanted.

Like most fighters, extreme personalities often give birth to obsessions that can make even gods fear them.

Find new opponents and become stronger! Become stronger! It’s become so damn strong that everyone is disturbed!

However, after defeating Yujiro Noma, Luke quickly disappeared, so Oriba still doesn't know if Yujiro allowed Luke to break through his limit.

"When my students defeat Yujiro, I will spread the source of all evil."

"Can you let me see it in advance?"

Oliba laughed.

He didn't know what Luke had understood, the essence of wrist strength, or the existence beyond wrist strength.

For a fighter, Oliba was eager.

His muscles began to swell involuntarily, his flesh boiled, and his blood vessels bulged.

Oliba's physique is like this. If not restricted, the muscles will multiply at a rate beyond human imagination.

However, when he heard the meaning of Luke's words, the months of "turtle" training suddenly came to an end.

Fighters are, in the final analysis, a bunch of twisted lunatics.

"This is a new starting line, Oliba, do you want to jump ahead?"

Luke looked directly at Oliba calmly.

Looking into Luke's eyes, Oliba's fiery eyes gradually extinguished his high fighting spirit.

"Are all people 'babies'? Luke, what exactly did you study?"

"It's beyond my imagination!"

What kind of power can defeat all the monsters in the world, and be brewed by the body of the strongest creature on the surface of the earth? !

Oliva couldn't imagine it.

But he knew that America might have picked the wrong person to protest against.

He stood up, and a few rags fell off.

"Sorry, Luke, I lost my temper."

Oliva apologized.

"I should go back, Maria is still in the hotel."

Like Luke, he was watched wherever he went.

So to be on the safe side, it would be best to return to Maria and guard her.

Luke nodded.

"I look forward to your child growing up to be as strong as you."

Oliva grinned, his eyes soft.

"Thank you for the hospitality."

Oliva turned and left, and the food on the table had been eaten up.

Luke wiped his mouth.

America?

"Kugara, add more dishes."

"Yes."

Tendo Muga, who was guarding behind him, answered in a proper manner.

Luke's appetite was getting bigger and bigger, and he was always hungry.

In the next few days, Luke's life was unusually quiet.

There were no fighters who came to ask for a fight, no clowns who performed dramas, and no supervisors.

It was like a calm sea, with magnificent waves and an unobstructed view of the blue water.

Wow!

On the ring, the burly boxer stabbed out with a punch, and the thin boy dodged by the edge.

The burly boxer didn't care. In his career, he had encountered many such agile little guys.

He only needed to give enough pressure and constantly consume the boy's physical strength, and the victory would belong to him.

Another punch, like a violent beast, every time the thick arms swung, it seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force, and every punch was like a heavy hammer.

The whistling wind sometimes even passed by the face in a thrilling way.

But the boy's body was very agile, his steps moved around, and his figure was erratic.

It was just like a dancer walking on a tightrope.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the burly boxer has countless chances to make mistakes.

But the boy only has one chance.

As long as he is hit by a heavy punch, the boy will immediately lose the ability to resist, and then be hit by the burly boxer's punches like raindrops.

In regular professional boxing matches, the matches are divided into 17 weight classes.

On the one hand, it is to reduce the advantages or disadvantages brought by weight differences, and on the other hand, it is to increase the safety of the match.

But in underground black boxing matches, there is no such measure.

They broadcast what the audience wants to see.

The organizers don't care about the lives of boxers at all.

It can even be said that they support boxers to fight to the death.

The audience is here to watch black boxing, who is here to watch the family game?

There are so many regular boxing matches, who would look for regular ones in an underground black boxing arena?

What the audience wants is the interweaving of blood and flesh, the more intense and restless the violent collision!

The burning, explosion, and disappearance of life are all scenes that the audience likes to see.

They are willing to see the small guy being beaten to death by the big muscular guy, and they are also willing to see the small guy fight back in desperation and defeat the strong with the weak.

Gradually, the boy began to breathe slightly.

Over!

The burly boxer who noticed this scene smiled and his fists fell like a storm.

"Kill him! Yes! Kill him!"

"Let me see your power! Shark man!"

"OMG!"

The audience cheered and boiled, the lights were dim and swaying, and the square boxing ring was like a cage, trapping the thin boy.

The enthusiasm of the scene once reminded people of the ancient Roman Colosseum.

The boy dodged hurriedly, and his steps became increasingly chaotic.

Is he finally going to show his flaws?

The burly boxer turned sideways and hit back, and a hook was about to hit the opponent's lower ribs.

He is going to win!

The burly boxer's smile was fleeting.

The boy had a blank expression on his face. He grabbed the burly boxer's arm with both hands and held it firmly between his legs.

He thrust his hips and exerted force. He put his hands behind his back and the cross-arm position was complete.

Crack--

The elbow was dislocated.

"Ahhh!"

The burly boxer wailed, and the audience cheered loudly.

The victory and defeat were reversed!

He won!

The thin boy succeeded in slaying the dragon. Is he going to turn the tables? !

After the boy broke the burly boxer's arm, he turned over and rode on the boxer.

The burly boxer's eyes were full of fear. He wanted to shout "surrender".

But, bang! bang! bang!

Punch after punch, one after another, fell continuously.

The boy's body seemed thin, but the power of each punch was far beyond that of an ordinary person.

Five seconds later, the burly boxer's mouth was bleeding.

Ten seconds later, the burly boxer's teeth were broken and his face was distorted.

Thirty seconds passed, and the burly boxer's body twitched from time to time, but he had lost his consciousness.

Until the burly boxer died.

The boy stood up, blood dripping from his palms, still expressionless, like a machine executing a character.

"Machine! Machine! Machine!"

The audience shouted the winner's name.

Machine, machine.

The boy glanced coldly at the audience. To him, this life-and-death fight was like completing an ordinary daily task.

However, the way he stood on the stage was like a lone wolf king.

Tunnel entrance.

"What do you think of him?"

Luke asked.

"Him? Ah this."

Hikigaya shivered.

It was a bit out of place for a young literary man like him to come to such a violent place.

And, if he was not mistaken.

The man who looked about the same age as him seemed to have just, probably, perhaps, possibly, killed someone.

Hikigaya Hachiman lost his language logic.

Luke shook his head.

This guy has the potential to explode, but his personality is too inferior.

His gentleness should be like that of the Great Love Immortal Venerable, with the same attitude towards all things in the world.

"Gentle" to the point of making people want to vomit!

However, after a few days of training, this kid has made some progress.

Don't look at Hikigaya Hachiman's timid appearance in front of him now. In fact, his physique is no less than that of Luke who had trained for a few years.

It's just that he improved too quickly and was beaten too many times, so he hasn't realized it yet.

Luke patted his shoulder and smiled:

"Go up."

"Ah?"

Hikigaya Hachiman was at a loss.

"I said go up."

"If you win, you live, if you lose, you die."

Luke's smile remained unchanged.

Hikigaya Hachiman's body trembled slightly, and he looked at Luke in disbelief.

During the past few days, Luke would take him to exercise every day, and then beat him non-stop.

Hikigaya Hachiman felt like he was dying at first.

But later, he found that there was nothing wrong.

Although Luke was ruthless, he actually had a good sense of proportion.

He was stuck at the limit of his endurance, and the injury on that day would not affect the fighting training the next day at all.

Hikigaya Hachiman didn't know what this man was thinking, but now the only thing he could do was to follow the man's requirements and try his best to learn fighting.

Day after day, Hikigaya Hachiman gradually felt that Luke was actually a good person.

But this view was completely broken today.

"Or, I will kill you and your family now."

"It's time to make a choice, Hikigaya."

Luke's words were filled with endless malice.

He really will do it.

Such a voice suddenly flashed through Hikigaya Hachiman's mind.

His throat was dry and he couldn't speak for a while.

He wanted to ask, why?

Why do you have to do such a cruel thing? !

But when he looked at Luke with a smile on his face.

Hikigaya Hachiman just nodded woodenly.

"Go, win this game, I will give you the reward you deserve."

Luke patted Hikigaya on the shoulder.

Game? Reward?

Hikigaya Hachiman was stunned, and a strange sense of emptiness swallowed him.

It was like in winter, a wisp of cold wind penetrated into the bone marrow.

"Don't do it?"

The boy panted slightly, his tone was cold.

Hikigaya Hachiman was stunned.

Then, the black and white picture quickly turned into color.

Shouting and laughing rang in his ears.

Why is he standing here?

Hikigaya Hachiman subconsciously took two steps back.

Then, he leaned against the iron chain that blocked the boxing ring.

The cold touch made Hikigaya Hachiman lower his head, and there were traces of dried blood on the iron chain.

He raised his head again.

The boy on the opposite side was calm, raised his hand and clenched his fist, and took an attacking stance.

For the boy, no matter how many people stood on the stage, or how many games were to be played, it didn't matter.

As long as he won, it would be fine.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's eyes were dull, but his movements were like a precise machine, and he took the lead in attacking.

In his eyes, Hikigaya Hachiman's weight should be the same as his.

And the opponent may have only undergone simple fitness training and has no fighting experience.

As long as he is fast, accurate and ruthless, he will be able to quickly win this game.

Then save as much energy as possible and prepare for his next game.

So, you must die, Hikigaya Hachiman!

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Forget it, it seems that too many people don't like anti-theft, so I will update it normally in the future QAQ