Chapter Ninety-Eight: Oh, God
"This is really the biggest news, Fan Ma Yongjiro, this man who makes no way for a country, in this world, there are still opponents."
Looking at the bearded man in front of him, Hanayama put his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the bartender took his eyes off Yujiro under the gaze of Yujiro Vama, as if he might be attacked by Yujiro in front of him if he stayed for a little longer, but in fact, Yujiro turned his gaze to the other person present.
"Huashan, rest well."
Looking at the man in front of him who had already narrowed his eyes, a smile appeared on Hua Shan's face.
"I had everything ready just now, just waiting for your action." Hua Shan moved his shoulders, looked at the man in front of him, moved one of his thick thighs back, and his body was like an athlete throwing a shot put, but at this time, Hua Shan Xun did not have a lead ball in his hand, there was only one thing that was more flexible and huge than a heavy and hard object like a shot put, and this thing was Hua Shan's fist.
"Yo~" The corners of Yujiro's mouth rose on one side, looking at the man in front of him, watching the man in front of him straighten his suit pants, watching the man in front of him clench his fists little by little, and release his strength in front of him little by little, Yujiro opened his arms and did not make any blocking movements, but quietly watched the man in front of him clench his fists and wait for his attack.
Just now, after Yujiro saw Hanayama's action, Yujiro, who was familiar with his body, suddenly realized the power of this heavy punch, but even if he knew that this heavy punch was very huge, but Yujiro was now, at least now, he didn't want to escape.
Pain, injury, death, this is what you need to face as a warrior, as a warrior, the happiest thing is to die in battle, die of old age on the sickbed, and lie lazily on the bed like your father and leave quietly, then all of this, for Fan Ma Yujiro, this is a very uncomfortable thing, because in Yujiro's eyes, even if he dies, he will not escape into the empty door in his old age like his father, choose to shave, and give up all his strength.
At this time, Yujiro remembered the man who acted, characterized, and acted very differently from Yujiro, and after recalling the strength of the man himself, Yujiro's face showed a nostalgic smile, but this smile was broken by the oncoming fist.
"I can only say that this fist is very powerful, but it is far from being able to ease my thoughts, so, Huashan, now, all we need to do is to transfer the venue."
Yujiro didn't take a step back, but quietly accepted the powerful punch of the stout man in front of him, and after receiving that punch, Yujiro stretched out his hand and threw the stout man directly out of the small bar, walking towards another underground battlefield.
"That Tokugawa guy is probably looking at this place excitedly in a certain place right now."
Hua Shan Xun's huge body stood up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, looked at the man in front of him who didn't seem to be hurt even if he loved himself with a punch, and the bones on his body were like metal, looking at the man in front of him waving his hand casually and wantonly, Hua Shan touched the bridge of his nose, and originally wanted to push his glasses, but just now, Hua Shan's face showed a look of surprise, because just now, Hua Shan had already discovered something.
After receiving such a punch from himself, the man in front of him did not take a step back.
"As I said, now I don't need to go backwards, I just need to move forward." Yujiro moved his body, an unknown smile on his face.
However, in this kind of smile, to be honest, in this world, many people understand, at least in the eyes of Hua Shan Xun, that is a soldier's pride in himself, a pride in himself, and it is this kind of pride and pride that makes the man in front of him willing to do such a thing. Of course, in this world, no one will lack self-confidence, but I don't know when this self-confidence will be reflected, and how powerful this self-confidence will be born at that time, for this matter, Yujiro and Hanayama Xun don't know, because, they are all warriors, they have incomparable confidence in themselves, they have incomparable trust in their own bodies, and they have incomparable trust in their own hearts, so, in their eyes, this hesitation should not exist. This kind of thing will only make himself weak, like a child who has not yet realized the cruelty of society, and when he really faces the cruelty of society, he will be surprised to find the sadness in their own hearts.
But now, it's not a fight between children, it's a battle, a battle between the strong and the strong, and in this battle, all the people, all the creatures, all they need to do is to face the man in front of them and applaud their battle.
And before this battle broke out, not far from this place, a short old man had already prepared for this, because in his eyes, the things of the present were the best things in the world, the fields that had been prepared, the warriors that had been prepared, and those two warriors were the best in the world, although they had different ideas, but their ideas were enough to make them happy.
"It's been a long time since I've seen a battle like this, it's been a long time, and it's rare that Yujiro is interested in fighting this time."
The old man folded his hands, as if he was praying to the gods, but the bodyguards who were familiar with the old man knew that the old man in front of him was just showing his respect for this great game, in the eyes of this old man, there was no god in the world, if there was, then it was the man who was at the top of the world, and that guy was the god of the old man, because he was invincible, because he could bring one battle after another between people, people and cities, people and countries, Either way, it's thrilling and smiling.
"Oh God."