Tokyo Takeshi Convinces People with Virtue

Chapter 106 The Championship Game Begins

Maybe it was enough rain for days, and the dark clouds became light and thin, which could no longer cover the blue sky and the sun's rays.

Pale white clouds hung over the broad sky.

The audience poured into the Nippon Budokan early on to discuss who will win the title of the strongest martial artist on the surface of the earth.

Mai Kuramoto was sitting in a wheelchair, even if she was very unhappy with this thing, she had to sit on it until her hands and feet recovered.

She raised her head and said, "Hey, Ishii, you don't have to do this kind of thing!"

"The favor owed must be repaid, even for an annoying woman like you. This is the old man's principle."

With a movement of his furry ears, Kinjiro Ishii, with a head like a Shiba Inu, pushed the wheelchair forward.

One seriously disabled, one not human, such a combination, the rate of turning heads is 100% when walking on the street.

"This old man also hates you, an old-fashioned guy. Don't forget that Bailong made an exception and arranged for you to kick the gym."

Mai Kuramoto, who advocates freedom, hates Kinjiro Ishii. It's not that this guy talks about the rules. She respects other people's choices, but this guy tries to make her talk about the rules.

This violated Makoto Kuramoto's bottom line.

No one can bind her with rules.

"One yard is one yard, and the signboard of Mad Dog Liu is indeed brought back by you."

Ishii Kinjiro replied lightly, grabbed the handle of the wheelchair with both hands, lifted it, and stepped up the steps of the Budokan.

"You're such a doghead."

Mai Kuramoto complained, wanted to scratch his head, saw his arms wrapped into clubs, had to give up, and instead verbally instructed Kinjiro Ishii to go to the road.

Competitors like her don't need to buy tickets to enter the avenue to watch the game. The disadvantage is that there are no seats.

Kinjiro Ishii pushed open the door, most of the seats were occupied, only some were vacant.

The crowd was full of people.

Mai Kuramoto sighed a bit: "I wanted to compete with Bailong in the championship match."

Ishii Kinjiro said indifferently: "Who made you inferior to others, after you recover from your injury, prepare to accept punishment from the curator."

"It's long-winded, I know." Kuramoto Mai retorted, looking at the field, she did not hesitate to drag her seriously injured body, just to witness the birth of the champion.

White Dragon or Ares?
Judging from her personal feelings, she is inclined towards Bailong, but Ares' crazy posture shakes that idea a little.

Can anyone really defeat that mad beast?

She couldn't give an answer and could only wait for the facts to come.

……

There are still a few minutes before the game starts.

The buzzing sound made people's eardrums numb.

Qilin Sijing didn't dislike such a noisy atmosphere, thinking that there were people talking all around.

She was sincerely happy, but also a little disappointed.

This game is coming to an end.

Events later exist only in memory.

Thinking of this, a strong impulse to take pictures emerged in her heart.

It is necessary to take pictures of the first major event in life.

Qilin Sijing took out his mobile phone, entered the camera function, and slowly took pictures of the scene.

Sesshoin Huang and Senior Robert beside her, and a little further away, she could see the people standing at the end of the auditorium, and she could tell who they were from the color overflowing from the spiritual pressure.

There are Chisa, Ming Hitomi, Kuramoto-senpai, Fujinami Taihei, Black Panther Huey, Heli, and some unknown Reiatsu colors.

Ba Shentong and Jing Zhe's Reiatsu did not see it.

They should not be interested in the outcome.

Look around and freeze the final picture in the field.

The time on the screen jumped to ten o'clock.

"The championship match of the world's number one martial arts association is about to start, who can win the title of the strongest martial artist on the surface, and bring the supreme glory and spiritual tools into the palm of his hand?

Let us welcome the contestants from both sides to the stage with applause! "

Colorful smoke erupted from the entrances on both sides, and Qilin Temple Mirror shouted loudly: "Master Bai, come on!"

"Aris!" "Dragon of Adachi!"

The audience at the scene was divided into three factions, some were neutral, and it didn't matter who lost or won, as long as it looked good.

Some people prefer Ares, while others prefer White Dragon.

The roar that resounded through the sky echoed in the avenue.

Bailong walked into the arena.

Ares steps onto the stage with powerful steps, blue eyes sharp as a knife, as long as he defeats the opponent in front of him, he will be the first player to complete the epic task.

This honor made him care more than the title of the strongest martial artist on the surface.

He wants to show Odin and Xiaolongren that players are the most powerful force in the world.

Extraordinary people are the funeral objects of the old era, and they can no longer stop the players of the new era!
The player's enemies are only the player.

Ares stopped, stared at the man in front of him and said, "Didn't you use your full strength in the previous game?"

"En." Bai Long nodded, not denying the fact.

"Very good, me too, I hope you can let me see my own limit."

Ares puts on a lunge posture, uses the skill Mad Demon Blood Rage, and prepares to resist the damage of the white dragon.

He is confident, but not stupid.

Wanting to fight against the white dragon by virtue of not becoming a berserker is obviously asking for humiliation.

Ares is ready to withstand the first wave of attacks and exert the power of a berserker.

As long as he enters that state, Ares firmly believes that he is invincible.

"The game begins!" The host's voice stopped the shouting at the scene.

The boulevard turned from noisy to silent.

Kinjiro Ishii grabbed the handle of the wheelchair and lifted it up so that Mai Kuramoto could watch the scene.

She frowned, and she could see at a glance that Ares wanted to repeat the same trick, exchanging injuries for strength.

"You must win with one blow!"

Kuramoto Mai murmured, and must not give Ares a chance to relax.

……

inside the field.

Bailong looked at Ares, who was in a posture of being beaten, and said with a smile on his face, "Since you have asked me sincerely, then I will help you once and let you know your own limit."

"You can try it!"

Ares replied lightly.

Bailong approached him with a few steps, and threw three punches in an instant, without any tricks, just simple straight punches.

The power of each punch changes with Ares' physical state.

Hurt, but not hurt enough to pass out.

"Ah!" Ares roared immediately, reaching the limit state of a berserker in an instant.

Blood-colored high-temperature steam erupted from the pores, bursting his clothes and pants, and his body swelled to [-] meters, only a pair of very elastic boxers remained unbroken.

A bright red Reiatsu shot up into the sky, like the atomic bomb exploded on Hiroshima.

Qilin Sijing's eyes were rounded, and he felt that his body was going to be torn apart under the sudden burst of spiritual pressure.

Others couldn't see the color of the spiritual pressure, but they could sense the terrifying power of the spiritual pressure.

Kuramoto Mai's face was pale, and such a terrifying Reiatsu was far better than the state of fighting her before.

Even Bailong couldn't beat the opponent in the first place?

It’s over.

Her heart fell to the bottom, and she only hoped that Bailong could live and not be beaten to death.

(End of this chapter)