"Peng!"

The upper body of the karate suit, which had been torn apart in the scuffle, was alone, and a side kick broke his son's calf, which had become a recurve.

Then, with a bloody face and a sinister smile, he dragged Katsuji foolishly by the neck and smashed it against the wall outside the all-steel research room where the pickaxe Momiji had become crooked.

Foolishly self-denying is in a state of bestiality, and the powerful recovery force has reset the calf bones at this time, and he is about to rush up again with a roar and struggle.

But the foolish man with a face full of flesh has stood in front of self-denial.

A punch to the abdomen.

With a loud bang, Katsumi's body was imprinted directly on the steel exterior wall.

The foolish solitary step and the foolish self-denial now just present a posture and distance that even karate beginners will be familiar with.

That's the foundation of the basics.

Every karate throws the most punches in his life.

That is what runs through the cultivation of this martial art - the combination of punches!

"Hah!"

Exhaled, foolishly, the fist the size of a man's head, under his hideous expression, mercilessly bombarded his son's flesh.

Crushing physical performance gaps.

Advance the power of the giant beast to the human body that has passed the "beast stage", and smash it down with punch after punch!

The body of foolish self-denial is sandwiched between the fist and the steel façade.

In the continuous loud noises like Hong Zhong Dalu, the spikes on the skin were also crushed, and the regeneration of skeletal muscles could not keep up with the speed of destruction!

The skeleton of the all-steel laboratory was torn out of shape long before the fist of the Wakatsuki samurai.

Now it's turning into a ruin at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Wake up! Self-control! ”

The blood that had accumulated under his feet was the embodiment of the life that flowed from his son's body.

On the bald head with a meaty face, there is not only a hideous battle intent and pleasure, but also a trace of entanglement and anxiety.

But his fists still did not have the slightest hesitation and weakness!

If the man named Foolish Self-denial becomes a third-rate martial artist who indulges in existing power and loses his ambition for progress.

Then in the eyes of his father, who is stupid, it is better to die in his own hands now!

Punch and retract with a quick swing in succession.

Let the arms that are stupid and lone become a phantom that cannot be looked at directly in the eyes of ordinary people.

The tide of fist shadows gnawed away at the beastly body step by step.

Katsumi's arm on his chest had eroded to the point of revealing deformed bones.

The strange swelling of the abdomen is more like the remnants of broken internal organs shaking.

But at this point, the body is broken to the point where it can barely support the body.

The foolish self-denial who was imprinted in the ruins of steel, but the position of his legs and feet was quietly changing.

Squeeze your feet and legs apart from the recesses of the metal wall that constricts your body, and make a figure-eight stride.

The arms that were rotten on the chest slowly clamped on both sides of the ribs.

At the moment when the posture was completed, it seemed that the body of foolish self-denial was a little more stable out of thin air in that moment!

"That's ......" Wakatsuki samurai, who was dressed in an overcoat, thought that Katsumi Yuji would be beaten to death by his father here today.

But now his actions have given him a sense of hope after years of immersion in karate.

- Three battles!

It is known as the rigid and soft flow technique of "after putting on a posture, you will not be defeated"!

"Was-"

The huge fist that suddenly stopped in front of the throat of the foolish Katsuji caused a huge wind because of the inertia of the fist speed.

Beneath that fist was a sturdy young man who had lost his hideous appearance of beast and returned to his human form.

The crushing blow made Katsumi recover a lot of injuries in an instant because of the increase in strength, even though he had returned to the human race.

At this time, he was just staring ahead with his eyes distracted.

His eyes were open and he was unconscious.

Stiffly posing for three battles was already his last thought.

"Hmph...... It's not hopeless. ”

Foolishly looked at his unconscious son, and after a long time, let out a satisfied laugh.

Turn away.

A messy field, and a badly injured foolish self-denial, there will naturally be professionals to deal with the follow-up.

When he learns that there is a next stage of the beast's power after the beast, the researcher will be more interested in self-denial than his father.

Like Moses dividing the sea, the crowd parted before the blood-stained foolish land.

This man who was almost merciless, smashing his son's whole body to pieces, did not even have the ability to breathe after exerting his physical strength, except for the torn clothes.

After humans received the power of the behemoth, the gap between the stages of power development was unimaginable.

Moreover, just half a month after the experiment, two phases of power have already been generated.

Who knows if there will be something more exaggerated in the future that will appear on these martial artists?

Thinking stupidly and boredly, he paced lightly towards the place where the Wakatsuki samurai was.

Now after receiving the transplant, even if he often goes to Kamuro to drink flower wine, he can't help but feel that the gap between him and ordinary people is getting bigger and bigger.

After all, everything seems ...... ordinary people Too fragile.

Even if a martial artist can fully control his power without causing additional damage, who doesn't want to live with his body shrunk all day, right?

So consciously or unconsciously, the martial artists after the operation consciously and unconsciously gathered together with each other to make up for the social emptiness that they did not want to contact ordinary people.

The Wakatsuki samurai were not only by his side, but also by the side of the pickaxe Momiji and Kure Leian, who had the strength to stand up.

There are also Hakudo Mirror, Kuroki, and three people from the Republic who they don't know.

"Hey, hey, kidding, man with glasses?" Wu Lei'an's hoarse laughter sounded, and he had been calling Bai Tangjing "the man with glasses" since he was desperate.

Even if the boy's face was empty now, he never changed his words.

"This underground institute brings together the power of the five chairs of the United Nations and the countries under their banner. That's why it's so quick to complete this kind of work. You didn't know anything and came in. ”

"And that's not all." Major General Kwon also added.

"It's outside the country, but it's also a powerful organization, just like the Wu clan of the day where this friend is located."

Bai Tangjing has no difficulty understanding the previous content. Is it the "Wu family of the foundation of the day"?

Anyway, Wu Lei'an looked unhappy and unable to refute when he heard this.

He turned his suspicious gaze to the Burning Sea King, a friend he had just met and a warm-hearted good man.

"The birthplace of the Wu clan is the Republic." The pigtailed man whispered that in Bai Tangjing's opinion, he was taking care of Wu Lei'an's emotions.

"It's also a killer family, but it was visited by the Sea Emperor fifty years ago, and the whole family was subdued."

Clear.

Bai Tangjing nodded.