Those with strong magnetic fields can blow up the heavens

Chapter 172 Synchronic Phenomena

"What does the Prime Minister's decision to drain water have to do with me? You are 50 years old, are you still the good boy you were before? You must learn to be responsible for yourself! Make your own decision!" accompanied by a tiger-like roar , the man wearing the uniform of a high-ranking official was directly driven out of the mansion.

Tokugawa Yushi, who was originally a powerful figure in the political arena, could not even bear the emotion of resentment. He ran away like a bereaved dog, as if it was not his father who was behind him, but one who chose people to devour, leaving no one behind. Like a bound tiger.

Are you really a cowardly loser who envies my power but can't even think of raising a sword to rebel?It's really not as good as Fanma Renya.

But drainage?What a stupid decision. Each term is worse than the last. The relevant personnel might be hanged directly in the nuclear power plant at the whim of the powerful, right?

His sensitive ears heard the sound of a vehicle driving away quickly. He raised his head and looked at the clouds on the horizon. After thinking for a moment, Tokugawa Mitsunari let out a long breath, his eyes full of emptiness.

This year he is already 80 years old.

For ordinary people, an old man of this age would either stay alone in a quiet place and wait to die, or he could live in peace and contentment amid the filial piety of his children.

But Tokugawa Mitsunari was different. He was the 11th grandson of Tokugawa Mitsuwara, the lord of the Mito domain during the shogunate era, and the 13th generation head of the Tokugawa Zaibatsu.

Since 50 years ago, Tokugawa Mitsunari has occupied the throne of power for nearly half a century. Under his leadership, the Tokugawa Foundation, which was originally only supported by its family name and history, has reached an unprecedented peak.

In this land, he is a well-deserved emperor. If he wants the Prime Minister to step down, the Prime Minister can only step down. If he wants the Emperor to die, the Emperor can become soluble in water.

Even though his starting point was high enough, in order to reach this point, his life experience was magnificent and extremely exciting, with everything that ordinary people can enjoy - money and luxury, beauty and power, status and food, morality. Sichuan Guangchengdu has been tired of enjoying it.

Therefore, he didn't know when to start, and after tasting all the good things in the world, he turned his attention to another place.

Fight!

The soldiers fought with all their strength, fighting regardless of life and death, the collision of strength and will, and finally the strongest moment. For Tokugawa Mitsunari, it was more delicious than any delicacy, and more beautiful than any beauty. To be beautiful, something to treasure more than any other treasure.

In order to obtain this precious treasure, Tokugawa Mitsunari has been continuously expanding the Korakuen Arena passed down from his ancestors since a long time ago, and finally built a magnificent underground fighting arena on the 6 underground floors of the Tokyo Dome. field.

In this arena, there are no distinctions between fighting styles, light heavyweights, men, women, old and young, or even species. Except for thermal weapons, any taboo moves are not restricted to use - although most thermal weapons are restricted to those who can be invited to participate in the competition. From a human perspective, it is not much different from scrap metal.

Nowadays, the competition in this underground arena has completely formed a perfect system, and almost every month there is a competition that far exceeds the limits of normal people's imagination.

The winner of the decisive battle in the arena will receive everything including fame, status, and money.

After all, the people who can enter this unique underground arena in the world are the audience and dignitaries carefully selected by Tokugawa Mitsunari with both hobbies and appreciation. The enthusiasm and applause of the audience can often make the battle more heated.

Of course, for some strong men who don't like to appear in public, Tokugawa Mitsunari also likes to connect and arrange competitions for fighting masters in his own mansion.

After all, what he valued was the battle itself, his own desires, not the other 'impurities'.

For a better fight, Tokugawa Mitsunari often doesn't mind putting his life on the gambling table, and he will do his best to provide all kinds of conveniences for fighters who are strong enough.

This was not threatened by the inhuman force of the fighters, but he wanted to do it from the bottom of his heart.

This kind of character also made Tokugawa Mitsunari become friends with many, many extremely powerful men, so much so that even the real emperor of this place and the garrison of the local military base had to betray Tokugawa Mitsunari in the end. Ten or even nine points thin noodles.

Especially in recent years, the high-intensity and exciting battles one after another have made Tokugawa Mitsunari feel unparalleled satisfaction, so satisfying that even late-stage cancer can be cured!

It can be said that life has reached the pinnacle of pinnacles,

But recently, Tokugawa Mitsunari has felt bored for the first time in a long time.

Very boring!
It’s so fucking boring!

This is not to say that he no longer loves fighting. On the contrary, it is his excessive love for fighting that makes Tokugawa Mitsunari, who has tasted countless feasts, feel sincerely unhappy with the "low-intensity, low-level" competition in front of him.

Tasting too many big meals in a short period of time has raised Tokugawa Mitsunari's threshold. The game that could barely satisfy him has now become a pre-dinner dessert, which can only make his growing appetite even more intense. Hungry and thirsty.

Not to mention that in theory, a monster that is absolutely powerful and terrifying enough is about to be born in the laboratory, which makes Tokugawa Mitsunari unbearable.

"Ahhhhh, I'm unhappy, unhappy, unhappy. I want to see the most exciting and exciting battle before I die." Tokugawa Mitsunari held his head with one hand and muttered to himself, his sharp teeth rubbing against each other. , just like the steel pieces intertwined in a meat grinder, and the aura in his body was even more bloodthirsty and hungry than the evil tiger who had been on a hunger strike for three days.

"This expression doesn't look like yours. Mr. Tokugawa, why did you come to me this time? Skipping class is very troublesome." The strongest high school student on the ground next to him, oh, no, the strongest student on the ground Fan Ma Renya Tucao said that his naked upper body was covered with dense old wounds. While talking, he kept yawning and looked like he hadn't woken up. He didn't know if his wife Wei Jiang's ghost was too strong and absorbed him too much. Much energy.

"In these peaceful days, even you feel bored, right? Saba, otherwise you wouldn't be like this." Tokugawa Mitsuru sighed, deliberately showing off, and suddenly encouraged, "What are you doing? When are you ready to truly take over the title of the strongest creature on earth? You won’t have to wait until I die, right?"

"Ah ah ah, Yujiro is really too strong." After hearing the thing he wanted to do the most, Fanma Renga, who was yawning, finally regained his energy, "I still haven't grown enough. Next time, In the next battle, I don’t want to be left alone, I want to fight the ogre head-on and completely surpass him in an upright and upright manner.”

"But if this is the case, your strength is not enough, right? Without a fight of sufficient intensity as bait, the growth of a strong person will slow down." Tokugawa Mitsunari tapped the futon at his feet in boredom, and suddenly it seemed like As if remembering something, he said with an uncontrollable smile, "Banya, these days I have used the latest technology to create something that is likely to be very interesting, a theoretically perfect creature. It won't be long before it It will be born, and if you don't work hard enough, it might take away the title of the strongest creature on earth."

"I didn't come this far just to be the strongest on earth. I just worked hard to surpass Yujiro Noma. If he is the weakest on earth, then I will be satisfied as long as I become the second weakest on earth. And there are no more in this world. Where does a perfect creature exist? More than this, I am looking forward to seeing King Lie Hai again. I contacted him via mobile phone before, and it seems that he is about to take over from King Guo Hai."

As he spoke, Fan Majenya took a deep breath, as if he was about to let out a long yawn, but at this moment, the yawn that had been unstoppable stopped.

A sense of terror hit his heart, as if something was beating hard on his heart, causing Fan Ma Renya to turn his head subconsciously and look to the west, and his whole body could not stop trembling.

Instinctive trembling.

It was like meeting a higher-level being on the food chain, feeling as fearful and powerless as a rabbit being targeted by a natural enemy, but at the same time, a kind of excitement completely eliminated all "boredom".

"Yes, what was born? Could it be Yujiro? Has that monster Yujiro become stronger again?"

…………

Great Falls.

The rumbling noise is endless.The flowing river slanted down from a height of tens of meters. The water waves bombarded the rocks and splashed countless water splashes. From a distance, it looked like a magic knife cut from the sky and earth, slicing the entire mountain. Half of it fell, forming a steep cliff.

King Liehai, whose hands and feet were intact, was facing the huge waterfall with his back, holding an ancient Bafang sword from the Han Dynasty, ready for battle.

In the past three years, Liehai King had learned how to cut off waterfalls with his sword, and now he had to face the final challenge - to defeat a perfect swordsman.

A powerful swordsman who is by no means inferior to Miyamoto Musashi who has both the strong body of a young man and the skills of an old man.

But the strange thing is that there is no actual enemy in front of him, but less than ten meters away, there is an old man with skin as loose as dragon scales sitting at the white stone table, slowly stirring in his hands of tea.

Could it be that the peerless swordsman is the old man in front of me who doesn’t know how old he is?
the answer is negative.

After all, as long as you see Guo Haihuang carefully stirring the tea leaves, you can understand that he may not even have the strength to pick up a tea spoon now.

So, who are the enemies of King Liehai?
I don't know, but suddenly, Guo Haihuang's spoon touched the teacup lightly, making a crisp sound.

It's like a signal.

Suddenly, Liehai King shouted loudly and slashed forward with all his strength, with the sound of howling wind.

The perfect combination of strength and speed leaves no doubt that even if there is a piece of steel in front of you, a tank will be cut off by him in an instant.

But the sword suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if it was completely blocked by something.

What is it?
Is there some invisible enemy?

But the blood vessels in Liehai King's arm were all bulging, and it was obvious that he had used all his strength, but even so, the sword in his hand was being pushed backwards from bottom to top bit by bit.

And just when the height of the sword reached the neck, Liehai King suddenly stepped back, and a small wound opened on his neck.

It was as if there was an invisible enemy waving the weapon in his hand, aiming at King Liehai's neck, with the aim of killing him with one blow.

Obviously this is not a modern competitive swordsmanship, but more similar to the ancient killing swordsmanship.

The sword light splashed like water, but every sword was blocked, and the path formed by the blocked sword light just outlined a figure.

Just like drawing a figure, even if each stroke is just an ordinary straight line or curved, dozens or hundreds of short lines outline a completed human form. At this moment, the ancient sword in King Li Hai's hand is The brush is cutting through the air to draw a clear line.

Draw the sword, draw the sword, draw the sword, attacking while still not forgetting to defend. The rapid sword light has exceeded the range of ordinary people's visual reaction, and is enough to leave an afterimage in the human retina, outlining a person who does not actually exist.

It was Miyamoto Musashi who was holding the two swords. He once made a sudden appearance, borrowed modern technology, and summoned ancient souls to come here, wielding his two swords.

It was Ie Nao, Shinonaga Wesai who created Katori Shinto ryome, and he showed his ultimate intention for Iai.

It was the founder of Yagyu Shininryu, Yagyu Munegen, who had realized the no sword attack, who was trying to seize the ancient sword.

It is a strong man who has mastered most of the ancient Japanese swordsmanship and is trying to completely overwhelm the King of Liehai who has been reborn from the ashes.

This is the battle of the heart.

The martial arts characteristics of this world.

Use your imagination to simulate a real person who exists or does not exist to fight. You can even simulate a giant 100 kilogram mantis that is difficult to exist in reality, and amplify its power and speed in an intuitive proportion, creating a realistic , injury sufficient to cause death.

Therefore, in the battle with this peerless swordsman who had the same strong body as Miyamoto Musashi when he was young and combined with countless powerful swordsmanship, King Liehai was unsurprisingly at a disadvantage, but even so, he still held the sword, Holding on tightly, like a boat that keeps deflecting in a violent storm, it seems that it will capsize at any time, but it can hold on until the end of the world.

"The requirements for yourself are too high, and you keep putting more pressure on the enemy. Even I feel that the current enemy is extremely difficult. With your current strength, there is basically no hope of winning. Lie, are you so insistent?"

Guo Haihuang shook his head and took a sip of the hot tea in his mouth, but suddenly a strange feeling came over him, which made him recall the time when he was about to face the strongest person on earth without enough distance. The feeling of a blow from a creature that is said to be capable of killing even a god.

is inevitable death.

"Who is it?" The hand holding the spoon trembled slightly, causing the tea to splash out. Guo Haihuang subconsciously looked to the south, "What is it?"

…………

In a dark hotel room, he ignored the adventurer who was already lying on the bed. In his eyes, he was a beautiful blonde adventurer. He also looked towards the east of the world. The tall figure stood up straight slowly.

His overwhelming power and domineering power exploded, and his red hair floated as if alive.

"The aura of the strong." Yujiro Fanma, the strongest creature on earth who single-handedly made the world's only superpower sign a peace agreement with him, felt the increasingly strong aura of a strong man, and his face slowly revealed an incomparable " Gentle" smile.

"Ha, it looks like you can eat well now."

…………

At this moment, those bald men who took medicine like ordinary people and used their imaginations to exercise for 48 hours a day, the freest prisoners who had hundreds of kilograms of muscles restrained, each of the strong men felt an inexplicable feeling at the same time. impulse.

An unprecedented urge to go to the east of the world.

Materials, creatures, and even thoughts that are completely unrelated or isolated at ordinary times undergo the same changes at the same time on the earth, so it is called "synchronicity."

But this time, it was extremely strong, so strong that it was almost like inviting a strong person to come.

(End of this chapter)