"Huh? Monsters? Just that little point? He's even wearing casual clothes! ”

"Is the famous fist wish going to be so reluctant to even find a gimmick, hey! Be serious! ”

Beat the world's top stage equipment in the Desperate Arena.

Whether it is the faces and postures of the players or the subtle words, they can be clearly seen by tens of thousands of people in the audience on the field.

After Julius and Hakudogami appeared one after another, the noise in the audience was like a wave.

Bai Tangjing, who is more than 1.8 meters tall, wears regular clothes, and has obvious muscle lines, is already considered a "big man" in the eyes of ordinary people.

But everything has to be compared.

When playing with Julius, the boy's physical stats ...... No! The body data of the fighters of the entire boxing club!

- I'm as weak as a doll compared to him!

The top of the boy's head was only chest-high in front of him.

Wearing only a pair of bodybuilding briefs, the body with knotted muscles stands in front of you, like a living mountain of muscles!

Under Julius' gaze, not even the lights of the venue could shine on the upper body of the White Hall Mirror.

Buried in the shadows, as if he already had half a life, he was swallowed by the [monster] on the other side!

"Don't you change your clothes?" The muscular man asked expressionlessly. "To be clear, I hate soft-ass who prepare excuses for their failures in advance."

The big fist of the human head was placed on the side of Bai Tangjing's ear and slowly clenched.

"Crunch crunch – if you're that kind of person, I'm going to break your bones in the middle of the game."

The referee on the side was sweating profusely, looking like he wanted to step forward to keep the two calm before the game according to his professional ethics, but he didn't dare to step forward under the survival instinct of the creatures.

But the young man with his fist already in his ear smiled freely.

"Don't worry, uncle." Bai Tangjing didn't care about pulling the collar, "The fighters before me wore less because they wanted to reduce the resistance of movement and reduce the place for the opponent to grasp, but I didn't need it." After all, if you fight me......

It's not fair to you. ”

“......”

After a brief silence, Julius withdrew his terrifying fist. "Isn't it a softie, but a megalomaniac? Nicely, at least it's not annoying. ”

The seemingly relaxed atmosphere gave the referee a brief moment of courage.

With the same urgency as seeing a stitch, he hurriedly dropped his arm, and then retreated as if fleeing for his life.

"Game on!"

"Boom!"

The roar of the fist fell almost at the same time as the voice!

Bai Tangjing even maintained a state of relaxation throughout his body.

Julius' clenched fist slammed into his abdomen!

It does not match the image of ordinary people that the bigger they are, the less agile they are.

Julius Reinhardt is a monster capable of dragging a 200-kilogram body to a racing-level acceleration!

And his fists will only be faster than his body! It's even more fierce!

The fist with the size of a human head was imprinted on the boy's body, and it sank deep into the soft abdomen with an momentum that almost pierced the flesh.

The surrounding sand was blown by the aftermath of the force of the flesh collision, blowing a circle of sand and dust.

Twist your waist, swing your body, and exert your strength!

The [monster] created by biotechnology did not stop there, and the muscles all over the body were like a spring with two afterburners.

lunge forward, put his fist on Bai Tangjing's abdomen, and flew him out!

"Uhh

Before the circular wave of air could even subside, it was broken by the air flow carried by the flying human body.

Bai Tangjing was almost in an exaggerated posture like a comic, his feet were knocked off the ground, and he smashed against the concrete wall on the edge of the arena with the sound of the howling wind!

"Bang!"

The impregnable concrete wall in the eyes of ordinary people is no better than building blocks in this impact.

The cement wrapped the steel bars inside and flew out.

The cloudy smoke rose up at least three meters high!

“......”

The crowd in the Arena was stunned by Julius' extreme violence and was speechless.

But then there was a roar like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.

"Wow!!!!"

"This power! This indescribable muscular power! That's a man! ”

"[Monster]! [Monster]! [Monster]! ”

"What a [monster], it's just a coward! How to compare with Julius! ”

The voice of the audience is the pinnacle since the start of the boxing competition!

The fighters who sat in the special seat and observed the scene at close range all looked at the mountain of muscles that had slowly closed their fists with solemn and incredulous eyes.

"Wakatsuki, that kind of power ......" Imai Koyoku, who has blonde hair and a beautiful face, stretched out his hand to the arena, his mouth closed in shock, "With that kind of 'layman' punch action, he blasted the weight of more than eighty kilograms at least twenty meters away in less than a second......"

The Wakatsuki samurai sitting next to him understood what he meant.

If it's him on the field, can he do it?

The calm character of the Wakatsuki samurai estimated in his heart.

But seeing a "powerful" fellow for the first time in his life made him unable to answer the question at all.

After groaning, he could only frown and remain silent.

At the top of the arena, it is only allocated to the VIP boxes of dignitaries and the rich.

The old man, whose face was burned with half of his face, happened to sit on the graceful and luxurious seat, holding a glass of precious red wine, watching the real-time battle situation in front of him.

In the shadows behind him are Nikaido Ren, who has been re-put on a plaster, and Masaki Meguro, who still looks like a beast even when he is injured.

"So," Hayami Katsu was shaking his glass, "This kid, a little thing who dared to get involved in his fist and was willing to die without knowing the height of the sky, and injured you during the siege? ”

"Yes, boss."

"It's not good," the hideous-looking old man casually propped his chin and cocked Erlang's legs, "but it doesn't matter." After all, in front of Julius's muscles, nothing can be called an obstacle. ”

As he spoke, he held his glass in front of his eyes.

It seems that he has given up watching the game scenes that have become boring.

The real-time battle footage on the TV was dyed bright red through the wine glass.

Behind him, Nikaido Lotus could see the hideous and terrifying half of his face through the reflection of glass and red wine......

- That demonic smile!