I heard the moderator call himself.

Shimizu Shiro stepped into the octagonal cage of the underground boxing arena in the Nerima area.

Through the barbed wire, he could spot the dense crowd of spectators around him, wearing masks and unable to see their exact appearances, but from their body language alone, they could be seen to be wild and suppressed for a long time.

"Little monk! Little monk..."

Shimizu Shiro heard the voice shouting his nickname.

Because of his youth and the monk's dress, someone unconsciously gave him the nickname "Little Monk", and gradually spread as he fought in the major black boxing arenas.

I'm starting to become famous! The corners of Shimizu Baifu's fluffy mouth were slightly raised.

But just half of it.

Qing Shui Baifu immediately bowed his head, expelled distracting thoughts, and hurriedly quit himself in his heart:

Amitabha, Amitabha... The little monk is not practicing enough, and he almost lost this earthly way... Amitabha......

He was a trainee monk at Sensoji Temple.

Sensoji Temple is the oldest surviving temple in Tokyo, and it is also one of the bases of Buddhist monks among the four major practitioners of the Heavenly Pillars: "Samurai", "Onmyoji", "Shinto Shrine Maiden", and "Buddhist Zen Monk".

Shimizu Shirao is a Buddhist Zen monk.

He was originally an abandoned baby who was taken in by Sensoji Temple, and since he was a child, he was discovered by his master to cultivate talent, so he was promoted from the ranks of ordinary monks in the outer courtyard of Sensoji Temple to the inner courtyard, and began to practice hard every day.

That is: learning Buddhist martial arts, reciting Buddhism, and practicing the art of forging the body.

Since he was four years old, he has reached the peak of level 2 in less than ten years of cultivation.

This kind of improvement speed is not comparable to that of a top genius, but it is already very good.

After all, those top geniuses... It's not like a human being at all!!

For example, the Ito family, who claims to lead all the "samurai" in Japan, has a daughter named Ito Yumori.

He started practicing at the age of six and reached the peak of level 3 at the age of ten.

This kind of upgrade speed was directly famous in the entire Japanese transcendent circle back then!

Naturally, there are also top geniuses among the Buddhist Zen monks, the grandson of the contemporary abbot of Sensoji Temple, Yasu Shimizu, who was also a ruthless person who practiced for six years and reached level 3 at the age of ten.

Of course, there are other ways to practice as well.

However, the most shocking thing is Shimizu Shirao, who is now a "grassroots" in Tokyo who is not attached to any forces.

Her name is "Yaksha-hime", and she is a Shinto shrine maiden, and her exact name is unknown, but the speed of upgrading is really as fast as riding a rocket.

Directly reach level 3 in three months, and go directly to level 6 in eight months.

Now after only a year of cultivation, it is already at the peak of level 6!

It is only one step away from a level 7 sage.

You must know that a level 7 saint can directly and independently take charge of the existence of a branch in the Heavenly Pillar, and he is an absolutely rare powerhouse!

And the "independent responsible branch" also means:

In addition to the city of Tokyo, the 7th level Sage can govern any city in Japan alone, and within the city of Tokyo, it can also govern any ward except Chiyoda Ward.

At the same time, Yaksha also signed a contract with Amaterasu, the most powerful and rare ghost god among Shinto shrine maidens.

For Amaterasu, the strongest ghost god, Shimizu Shirao doesn't know much about it as a Buddhist monk.

Only occasionally I heard Master say:

In the history of Shinto shrine maidens in all of Japan, there are only a handful of shrine maidens who can sign a contract with Amaterasu!

Note that it is from the age of mythology, nearly 2,000 years of Shinto shrine maiden history!

Therefore, the first few top geniuses are just geniuses, and only Yaksha Ji has truly turned his talent into strength and entered the ranks of the strong.

Of course... These characters have nothing to do with a little monk like Shimizu Baifu, who is at the peak of level 2.

Today, his goal is simple and simple.

When Buddhist Zen monks practice Buddhism and use spiritual power to forge their bodies, they will gradually sharpen their Buddhist golden bodies.

The golden body is completed, which means that the Buddhist monk has reached level 2, so the golden body possessed at this stage is also called the "level 2 puja golden body".

Now Shimizu Shiroo's puja golden body has been completed, but if he wants to reach level 3, he must practice Zen and realize the "first two of the six divine powers of Buddhism", namely "Tianyantong" and "Tianertong".

However, if you want to "open the eyes of the sky" and "open the ears of the sky", you need to be:

Sitting in meditation, taking the heart as the eye, illuminating the life, death, bitterness and happiness of sentient beings in the Three Realms and Six Realms;

Sitting in meditation, with the heart as the ear, you can hear the words of the bitterness, happiness, sorrow and joy of the beings of the Three Realms and the Six Realms, and hear all the sounds of the world.

Shimizu Shimao grew up and practiced at Sensoji Temple since he was a child.

I didn't even look at the Huahua world outside, I listened to the senior brother and the master's dictation.

His life experience is so poor, and his comprehension is not a top-grade root weapon, so he is naturally stuck at the peak of level 2 for a long time.

It's not.

As soon as he turned fourteen years old, Shimizu Shikuo applied to his master to go out of the temple to practice, and now the major black boxing stadiums in Tokyo are the first stop of his earthly experience.

- It always costs money to come out and mix!

“... And who's next... I think everyone has the answer in their hearts, so let's use the loudest shout and the most passionate roar to welcome us to the Qinghe hero who broke into Longtan alone, the well-deserved Tokyo Black Boxing Champion, and the ~~~~~~ hero!! ”

The excited introduction of the host of the head of the plane interrupted Shimizu Shirao's memories.

Shimizu Baifu's ears also resounded with the sudden roar of the audience.

The sound came one after another, and it was much louder than the voice that called him "little monk" just now.

After so many black boxing fights, it was the first time Shimizu Shiao had met a black boxer who was so popular with the audience.

Curious, he turned his gaze to the entrance of the octagonal cage to see what the sacredness was.

Soon.

In the midst of the welcome of the mountains and tsunamis, a young man walked in.

He is tall and handsome, with the lines of his latissimus dorsi and arms like a knife, and his solid body seems to contain infinite strength.

He didn't wear protective gear, and wore only a pair of thin leather gloves with gold fingers on his fists.

In the face of the madness of the audience, he responded with a graceful smile, as if he were the real owner of the octagon.

But... Qing Shui Baifu shook his head slightly.

At a glance, he could see:

The person in front of him is not a cultivator, nor is he a supernatural being.

Cultivators have spiritual power fluctuations, and their every move has the shadow of each cultivation path; The madmen of the Anomalous will not have such graceful personalities and manners.

"Amitabha."

Shimizu Shikuo suddenly bowed his head.

He wasn't going crazy, but he was apologizing sincerely in advance to his confident opponent.

Because next...

I'm sorry, but the monk will beat you... Shimizu Shiro thought.

......

As Seti walked into the Octagon with unprecedented cheers.

I also saw my opponent today.

A young monk with a young complexion, under the improved eyesight obtained after the promotion of Se, the fluff at the corner of the little monk's mouth is clearly visible, and he is indeed not very old, and if he goes to school, he is at most a junior high school student.

Suddenly, the little monk Shimizu Shiro bowed to Seti and chanted, "Amitabha."

Hey, it's worthy of being a monk, and it's so polite to play black boxing... Seti also returned the salute with a fist.

Wait for the two to be in place.

The audience's shouts stopped together, and the host naturally understood, first put the microphone in front of the mouth of the "little monk", and said:

"Is there anything you'd like to say to your opponent?"

Hearing this, Shimizu Baifu glanced at Seti, lowered his head and folded his hands, and said again: "Amitabha." ”

"Appeal ————"

The audience who was expecting the hot trash talk cheered one after another.

Seeing that the atmosphere was cold, the host hurriedly and anxiously whispered a reminder: "Say some trash talk..."

"Trash talk? The little monk didn't understand. Shimizu asked suspiciously.

I don't understand trash talk, did you just get out of the ravine... Fortunately, the host pulled out the microphone in time, and Shimizu Baifu's question was not broadcast, so the host whispered a reminder again:

"Just say a few cruel words casually to enliven the atmosphere."

"I'm sorry, but the monks don't speak." Shimizu Shiao's answer almost made the host so angry that he vomited blood.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting colder, the audience's boos became more and more intense.

Where has he ever encountered such a thing in his career as a host for so many years, and it would be a great dereliction of duty for him to be cold!

As if grasping at a life-saving straw, he put the microphone in front of Seti's mouth in anticipation.

The eyes are as wide as copper bells, all for life!

Seti, who watched the whole process, thought for a moment and said with a smile:

"I guess I don't need any more trash talk to prove myself in my game, right?"

As soon as the relaxed and confident words came out, the boos suddenly stopped.

"Yes, Ye is not here to listen to trash talk, Ye wants to watch a boxing match!"

"All stand up! Come and shout with me, the wrist is awesome!! ”

“...”

Seti fans quickly and spontaneously rekindled the atmosphere.

The audience immediately forgot about the trash talk accident just now, and also looked forward to the arrival of the boxing match.

Just one sentence can have such a big effect... The host of the head of the plane breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Seti gratefully, and listened to the shouts of the audience around him, he felt a little dreamy for the first time.

A week ago, he was just a fledgling middle school student that no one could look up to.

It was all boos.

But now, with a casual sentence, he can mobilize the emotions of all the audience, and he has completely become a pivotal black boxing champion.

Such a huge change in such a short period of time, as a witness, how can he not feel dreamy.

"Let's get started." Seti turned to the chubby referee next to him.

Seeing this, the host put away his dream and hurriedly stepped off the octagonal cage.

The slightly chubby referee was slightly stunned.

He wasn't scolded today!?

Inexplicably a little uncomfortable... The slightly chubby referee also stepped forward quickly, standing between Seti and Shimizu Shimo, holding high the "starting bell".

After the two exits of the octagon cage are clicked and locked.

The bell rings and the boxing match begins!

Seti took the lead in turning on the data, put on the basic posture of boxing, and did not underestimate the opponent because the opponent was a young monk.

The scene of Okazawa being beaten to death by the fledgling him with four punches is still vivid!

But the little monk Shimizu Shiro is not like this.

Although his words revealed humility everywhere, when facing Seti, he did not perform Buddhist martial arts, but still lowered his chin slightly and folded his hands.

He even closed his eyes.

In the middle of the action, it is all arrogance!

Just let me see how many pounds and taels you have... Seti's footwork suddenly changed!

The left foot was lightly raised, the right foot slammed on the ground, and the whole person's body suddenly ejected, and Seti performed a standard sprint step, narrowing the distance between him and the little monk.

Not good! Just leveled up, the strength has grown too much, and I accidentally rushed too much!

Seti just wanted to forcibly stop his sprint, but found that the little monk did not just grasp his flaws, and still stood in place with his hands folded.

In a short period of time, Seti also relied on many days of hard training to stabilize his footwork again.

Phew-

The left jab, which was much faster than before, struck out like lightning.

The little monk remained unmoved.

Bang!!

Seti's left jab struck the little monk in the chest.

It's over!

After upgrading, Seti's left jab without any skill can easily break the ribs, and he specially chose the right chest, so that it will not kill the little monk in an instant, but it can also make the opponent unable to act.

When Seti retracts his fist.

But I suddenly found out!

The little monk's chest has not changed at all, and there is not even a trace of being beaten!!

How can it be? Seti was startled and subconsciously took two steps back.

Soon, he reacted.

Another "Stranger"!

Seti was worried that he couldn't find these guys, so he didn't rush to attack again, but asked in a low voice, "Stranger?" ”

The little monk Shimizu Baifu opened his eyes, his face showed a hint of surprise, and said honestly:

"The donor knows about this group of moths? The little monk is not a supernatural person, but just an ordinary practitioner of the path of a Buddhist Zen master. ”

Ascetic... A new term popped up... Seti thought.

"Then how did you come to fight black boxing?" Seti continued to ask, trying to extract more knowledge.

But the little monk Qing Shui Baifu shook his head slightly and said:

"I forgive the little monk for not being able to tell him."

Immediately after that, without waiting for Seti to speak, Shimizu Shimao continued:

"I think the donor is a good person who is willing to give kindness, and I wanted to rely on the golden body of the puja to surrender people without a fight.

But since the benefactor knows the extraordinary, the little monk will no longer keep his hand.

"I hope the donor will be more careful!"

As soon as the words fell, the steps under the feet of the little monk jumped up quickly, and the whole person suddenly rushed towards Seti.

So fast! If it weren't for the improvement of his dynamic vision after he was upgraded, he might not be able to see the movements of the little monk clearly.

Sethi rearranged her boxing stance, reflexively sliding to the right to avoid it.

Can.

The little monk turned on his toes, and he flexibly and forcibly twisted his body, and at the same time took advantage of the situation and turned around with an elbow blow aimed directly at Seti!

At the last moment, Seti immediately raised his left arm and blocked.

Elbows and arms collide.

The little monk's strong force attacked, and Seti kicked the ground hard with his right foot, which was able to resist.

But the little monk's attack did not stop there!

As soon as the elbow strike, he twisted around, and his right hand smoothly and firmly grasped the wrist of Sethi's left arm that he used to resist, and then—

Click!

With a strong rotation, Seti's forearm was directly dislocated and deformed!

Contrary to the limit of the elbow joint, he rotated outward more than 90 degrees.

The sharp pain of the joint being spun apart suddenly struck, Seti gritted his teeth and endured it, grabbed the gap between the little monk's attacks, and kicked the ground with his right foot again, stimulating passivity.

Tough wrists!!

The right fist containing the added injury was also unceremonious, and slammed into the little monk's head fiercely.

Wounds for wounds!

Airplanes!

The little monk seemed to be a little blindfolded by this punch, and his eyes were slightly distracted.

While he was stunned, Seti hurriedly pulled out his left arm, which had been deformed and dislocated at the elbow joint, and when he retreated, he glanced at the little monk's shiny bald head and the right fist that he had just bombarded.

On the fair scalp, a little swollen blood is exposed, and more is smeared with a faint golden light.

Broken defenses, but not much!

This is what kind of golden body he just said? It's so hard... Seti couldn't help but curse in her heart.

But.

Seti also looked down at his own health bar, as well as the white "pride value" under the blood bar.

Today, the above values are:

[Pride Value: 83 points]

His deliberate punch is also waiting!!