From Fist Wisdom Blade To Muscle Daming King

"Is the fatal match finally about to begin?"

"Nogi, I want to thank you! Haha."

In the somewhat dim president's office in the Tokyo Electric Power Building, Masaru Hayami, whose face was half rotten, was smoking a cigar and looking down at the entire Tokyo through the glass.

"Nikaido, how is Julius? Isn't training completed yet?"

"It is said that it is fast and will not affect the game."

A mellow-looking young man flashed out of the shadows.

"Not enough, not enough. Old man Katahara's declaration has no less impact on the Japanese business community than when the Free State dropped the atomic bomb. We need to be more prepared."

"Go help me gather more, more people, whether they are gangsters, perverts, killers, or criminals, the more the better. They are good cannon fodder when necessary!"

Hayami Katsumasa himself is not weak. His subsidiary Tokyo Electric Power Co., Ltd. is the second-ranked company in the Kenkai. Katahara Midō has a private bodyguard "Guardians" and a branch "Annihilation Force". He also has "Guardians" and Nikaido The Sirius people.

But he had been fighting with Katahara Mitou for decades and never won once, so this time he fought hard and used all the power he could.

He didn't even refuse the "Gu" who had been trying to infiltrate the Quanyuan organization.

"clear!"

Nikaido disappeared into darkness.

"Haha. Katahara, it's time to settle our decades of struggle."

Hayami's one eye flashed viciously in the darkness along with the light of the cigar flame.

Ta-ta

As the helicopter landed, a new guest appeared again at the Blackwood Hideaway.

The visitor was an old man holding a cigar and dressed as a western cowboy, the president of the Motorhead Club, Ying Fengqiji.

"How did you come?"

Kuroki was a little surprised when he saw the old cowboy.

"Katahara Mitou wants to entrust you to participate in the Juezu Tournament!"

Yingfeng held his cowboy hat up and said calmly.

"Representing Xiaoriben Bank?"

"If he doesn't have the most powerful combat artist Mietang Zhiya under his banner, why does he still need me?"

Kuroki was not interested, but he thought of something the next second, and his eyelids suddenly raised,

"The fateful match you are talking about is not a fight for the president of the Boxing Club, is it?"

"Yes, it's the one you thought!"

The old cowboy nodded. The Death Race has not been played for decades. It is understandable that Kuroki's reaction is a little slow.

"Then I'm a little bit interested!"

The black wood palms were rubbed across each other as if sharpening a gun.

As an old martial artist, he understands the value of the Jue Ming Tournament better than Leng Kong. This is definitely the biggest event in the Japanese martial arts world in decades. He might be able to find a worthy opponent there!

It's just a good time to see how much the Leng Kong kid's skills have improved in the desperate arena. With his strange strength and terrifying physique, as long as he improves his skills, he should be able to fight to his heart's content, right?

Old Cowboy: "However, I am not representing President Katahara."

"What's the meaning?"

Kuroki was confused again.

Katahara Mitō hired himself, but that doesn’t mean Katahara Mitō hired him?

What are you doing?

Just to make it more difficult for yourself to be re-elected?

"Katahara-kai is an elder. He's old and wants to play big again."

The old cowboy waved his hands and said speechlessly: "I hire you this time because I hope you can defeat the Mie Tang Fang."

"Haha. I seem to understand."

Kuroki chuckled.

He is also a person who stands at the top of his respective fields. Kuroki can understand Katahara Mitou's feeling of despair at the top.

He will fulfill his wish, hehe

"Just understand. Throw away your broken jar and come out with me to have fun!"

The old cowboy flicked his cigar and walked towards the helicopter.

He is originally a member of Xianyun Yehe and has no pursuit of power. He would not want to get involved unless old man Katahara asked him to.

"How can you throw the jar away?"

Kuroki's face turned upside down, and he jumped onto the plane with the jar in hand.

Even in a desperate match, his daily exercise cannot stop.

Coincidentally, at the same time that Kuroki came out of the mountain, a helicopter was landing in the center of the Hungry Ghost Plains Sea of ​​Trees.

"Rino, why are you here?"

Seeing Rino, whose figure was still sexy, Yulei Rei frowned slightly.

"Love" and martial arts occupy an equally important position in his heart, but since being defeated by Leng Kong, martial arts has outweighed "love"!

The former pure love warrior has now transformed into a martial arts fanatic.

woman?

Ah!

Now it will only affect his cultivation speed!

"The fatal match has begun!"

Rino only said this sentence, because she knew that Yulei Rei could understand what she meant.

"Death.?"

The scene changed. Yurai Rei, who said a second ago that women would only affect his cultivation speed, got on the plane. He rested his head on Rino's arms and smelled the fragrance of milk, murmuring, "So soft!"

It turns out that love has only decreased in proportion, not disappeared.

At the same time, a man with long hair and an evil temperament walked into the Guoji Electrical Appliances Company building.

After arriving at the fighter audition hall, he jumped directly onto the high platform and looked down at the contestants below.

"I, Setsuna Kiryu, want this spot. Who objects?"

The man's eyebrows were silky, but there was no trace of femininity at all, only a bone-chilling coldness emanating from his whole body.

"Asshole, don't be so arrogant!"

Because of the existence of the Boxing Club and the needs of major companies, fighting skills in Japan symbolize status, wealth, and glory. This is the ladder for ordinary warriors to change their lives.

The desperate match is about to begin. Finally, a company has an open audition for combatants. Now someone comes out to destroy their jobs. How can others not get angry?

One by one, muscular and ferocious-looking men rushed directly towards the evil man.

"So, let's fight?"

Kiryu smiled coldly for a moment, and passed through the crowd like a ghost. Immediately, blood spattered on the field, and the muscular men in the audition fell in pieces like harvested wheat.

"Gua Tian, ​​what should I do?"

"Do you want me to stop it?"

Kiryu in the audience went crazy for a moment, while the banners on the stage were coiled like spiders on the lectern.

The person who co-hosted the audition was naturally Guoji Pai’s president, Guatian.

"No, since it's a life-or-death match, the stronger the fighter, the better."

Kuada waved his hand to signal Inabata to calm down.

He and Inaba Ryo grew up together and regarded each other as their own relatives.

Because the last time Inabata fought against Leng Kong, he was completely crushed. This time, he didn't want Inabata to get injured again, and the other combatants under his banner were not up to par, so he held an audition for combatants.

"So, you guys should have no objections now, right?"

Glancing at the player who was lying on the ground in a mess, with his muscles twisted and blood pouring out, Kiryuu suddenly looked quite relaxed.

This is his hard-core approach to recruiting.

As long as all the competitors are defeated, doesn’t the boss have to choose himself?

Shaking away the blood drops on his hands, he turned to look at the hosts Inabata and Guada,

"Am I applying for the job?"

"Okay, from today on, you will be a fighter under our Guoji Electrical Appliances Group."

Gua Tian pushed over a document.

"I am very honored!"

Kiryu Setsuna signed his name, then raised his head and smiled at Guada.

The smile was warm, but it made Guotian feel cold in his heart, and he felt like he had to think about it again.

But looking at the large number of corpses lying on the floor in the hall with weirdly twisted limbs, he felt that he should be afraid.

With the fighting prowess of this mysterious man, Inabata seems to be a bit unbeatable?