I Was Reborn in Japan, and Opened the Unparalleled in the Supernatural Drama

Bang!

The hard fist bone hit his jaw, which made Fujiwara's ferocious half face slightly deformed under the squeeze of the fist, and then his neck bone made a strange cracking sound, and the whole person was blown away.

Fujiwara wailed, the mandible and mouth were covered with blood, he shrank on the ground and convulsed for a while, but it was not because of pain, but some kind of extreme force, which made the sound of bones rubbing and pushing along his back.

It seemed that something was coming out from the depths of his body.

Clap!

He turned his head and tilted his neck, slowly prostrated his limbs on the ground, and raised his face.

"It can still move!"

Fang Jing raised his eyebrows.

(Ordinary people have to lie down for at least half a day after being hit by this trick, but Fujiwara can still move, this guy really turned into an inhuman existence)

"Well!"

He saw Fujiwara's raised face again, and knew that he had guessed wrong. Fujiwara was not a human being now, but some kind of foreign object. His nose and jaw were deforming, and black animal hair grew out of his body.

"Fizz!"

Fujiwara's eyes hanged, and there was a bloody red light in his eyes. He turned his neck neatly and stared at the square mirror.

With a swoop, the alienated Fujiwara struck again.

He opened his big mouth full of dense teeth, and rushed forward fiercely and swiftly, reminiscent of a wolf or a leopard or other beast.

Fang Jing chuckled and dodged to avoid it.

With a whoosh, Fujiwara jumped to the ground, turned around and bounced, and counterattacked again.

And Fang Jing didn't turn around, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, he kicked Fujiwara with a back kick.

Fujiwara was kicked and turned over. He fell to the ground again, supported by his limbs, turned into a black lightning again, and charged straight up.

Fang Jing's backhand raised his palm and knocked him to the ground.

"The short-term explosive power is terrible. The moment you aim at the target and attack, the movement will be so fast that even I can hardly catch up, but it is useless... Except for this explosive power, you are too bad in other aspects."

To put it simply, except for Fujiwara's explosive power, other aspects are terrible.

Whether it's nerve reflexes, preparatory movements, or the trajectory of the shot, they are all so bad that I just stand still and wait for this guy to come to me.

"Boring! You are also a 'monster'!"

Fang Jingyu sarcastically said that he expends so much energy and trains continuously every day. What he wants to deal with is not this kind of thing, not rubbish like Fujiwara.

That's right, it's garbage!

Fujiwara, you let me down so much, even if you become a monster, you can only be regarded as a piece of garbage.

He sighed, gave up the posture of tensing his muscles, and didn't intend to sit on the sidelines, but wanted to take the initiative.

What kind of defense and preparation is needed to deal with this kind of weak chicken, he walked forward swaggeringly.

call out!

In a blink of an eye, Fujiwara disappeared from the spot, turning into a black line and pounced down.

This speed is like a ghost, with a flash, it approaches the defenseless square mirror.

Suddenly, a big hand, as if waiting in mid-air, pinched Fujiwara's neck from the front at the same time as Fujiwara rushed forward.

Roar!

Before Fujiwara could yell out, a huge force grabbed him in the air, and within half a second, he was overturned by that force and hit the concrete floor with a thud.

Cough!

He was lifted up again, his limbs were still swinging in vain, and he swung his figure up, and the latter snorted coldly, and exerted strength with one hand again.

With a loud bang, Fujiwara's body was thrown down again.

Before his hands had time to support the ground, that force grabbed his neck again and lifted him up to smash again.

hateful!

why!

The only clearness left in his mind was trying to tear the opponent's hand with his claws, or bite the opponent's palm with his mouth, and escape from the iron-like palm.

But the other party didn't give him this chance, he was grabbed again and again and fell to the ground, finally, his whole head was pressed to the ground, and he kept hitting the ground.

(No, that's not right... Even though I've become a monster, why can't I still win!)

Before he died, he managed to recover a bit of reason, and at the same time, he also felt a great humiliation.

In the end, his consciousness ended here too.

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"do you died--?"

Fang Jing lowered his head and glanced at Fujiwara who was lying on the ground. His head was covered with blood, and he kept the appearance of a monster. He stopped breathing, and a small sunken mark was smashed on the ground. The tongue was swallowed, and a ball of blood bubbled from the corner of the mouth.

At the same time, Fang Jing felt something flowing in Fujiwara's body.