Tokyo Takeshi Convinces People with Virtue

Chapter 108 The Strongest Martial Daoist on the Surface (First Order)

Power continuously gushes out from the body, fills every meridian, merges into the blood and gallops through the blood vessels.

dong dong dong.

The beating of the heart is like the battle drum sounded before the two armies engage in battle.

Ares stood on the tatami, bloody steam slowly radiated outward, his skin was as red as blood, and his eyes were so red that they gleamed.

Dots of blue veins bulged on his cheeks, and his heroic face turned into a demonic appearance.

Qilin Sijing watched the overflowing spiritual pressure flood the venue, like a round of scorching sun, mercilessly scorching thousands of creatures.

A flash of panic flashed in her heart, and she hurriedly looked at Bailong.

The golden universe is still vast and has not been affected by external spiritual pressure.

A smile appeared on Bailong's face and said: "As expected of the God of War, he can reach this level."

"Roar!"

Ares' sanity was shattered by madness, unable to answer, roaring like a wild beast.

At this moment, he is a monster who wants to vent violence.

Bend your feet.

The entire Budokan trembled.

The tall body suddenly appeared in front of Bailong, and he punched out, as if an asteroid from the Cretaceous period hit the ground.

Even the audience behind the white dragon was so scared that the breath of destruction stopped breathing.

Bailong raised his hand and swiped.

The power to destroy the world is like a mud cow entering the sea and disappearing into the air.

Ares turned his feet, and changed to from the rear, left, and right. Bloody steam circled around the white dragon, forming a bloody whirlwind.

A series of muffled sounds came out.

After Bailong blocked it a few times, the interest on his face disappeared.

This guy has no skills at all.

It's all brute force.

He's a little tired.

Taking advantage of Ares' attack, Bailong unbuttoned his kung fu shirt, threw it high, and stretched his latissimus dorsi like bat wings with his outstretched arms.

The texture of the Christmas tree spreads upwards from the waist.

The berserk Ares leaped back instinctively.

"What is that guy afraid of?" Shashengyuan Huang murmured, looking at Bailong's back.

Maybe it's because of his low strength, apart from being strong, he can't see anything.

Turning his head, Shasheng Yuanhuang found that Qilin Temple mirror was staring at him without blinking, and asked in confusion: "Senior Qilin Temple, what can you see?"

"Supernova Big Bang."

Kirin Sijing replied blankly.

Shashengyuanhuang was a little confused, he remembered asking Bai Shifan's back muscles, what did they have to do with the supernova explosion?
"what!"

The explosion of voices in the field made Shashengyuan Huang not to continue asking.

Ares became even crazier, as if he was about to spit out his larynx, and his saliva dripped on the tatami.

[You comprehend the skill Blood Rage. 】

Ares suddenly heard the prompt from the system and subconsciously used the skill.

Quack, the ten fingers seem to have become the claws of a wild beast.

The red light in his eyes was as bright as a light bulb, and all the hostility in his heart burst out at this moment.

Target the most threatening man on the scene.

boom!
Red light flashes!

As if teleporting, the barrier of space was crossed in an instant.

Shrouded in scarlet, the violent wind blew towards Bailong's cheeks wrapped in the smell of blood.

The audience only felt a flash in front of their eyes, and the tall and violent figure was already standing in front of Bailong.

The right hand exuding blood-red steam waved like a claw, like a bloody demon holding lightning in his hand.

The man's head will then fly off.

"White Dragon!" Kuramoto Mai was so nervous that he wanted to stand up from the wheelchair, the tingling pain from his hands and feet made him sit back, his eyes fixed on the bottom.

"it is good!"

With a long howl, Bailong's eyes shone with splendor, and he was no longer bored as before.

Ares' move is very interesting, giving full play to his physical strength, speed, and attack power, which is impeccable.

A trace of blood ignited in Bailong's heart, and he clenched his right arm tightly, turning his normal skin color into blood red. This is a technique to speed up the blood flow and thus erupt spiritual power.

Outside of psychological warfare simulations, he rarely uses so-called techniques on outsiders.

This time is different, he is willing to use skills to show his respect to Ares.

The right hand comes first, holding Ares' index finger, which feels very hard, not like a human finger at all, like a sharpened blade.

Bailong twisted his waist, tiptoed, and threw Ares from the ground in a clever way, and smashed it heavily on the tatami floor.

Boom!The whole avenue trembled.

Such a powerful force, but only destroyed a tatami, is the result of Bailong's intentional control.

Ares hadn't spit out a mouthful of blood before he was thrown high and smashed to the other side.

dong dong dong.

Bailong nearly doubled his size with one hand, and the muscular Ares slapped the ground casually, like a junior high school student wielding the Hulk as a whip.

The shocking scenes explain what violence is!

The blows again and again shocked the Budokan and the hearts of the audience present.

Boom!
For the last time, Bailong let go of his hand, Ares's eyes turned white, his brain lost consciousness, and his body gradually shrank back to its original shape.

The audience at the scene were stunned, and dead silence shrouded the avenue.

After about three or four seconds, the host came back to his senses first, and yelled frantically: "Win, the winner is Bailong!"

At this time, the audience reacted and applauded one after another. Some European and American women took off their shirts and waved them excitedly.

"Great! That guy is so strong!"

Kuramoto Mai wanted to stand up, but sat down again with a painful face.

Ishii Kinjiro recovered from the shock, and complained: "You really don't have a long memory, do you want to go backstage to congratulate him?"

Mai Kuramoto looked at his miserable state, shook his head and said, "Forget it, push the old man back."

"it is good."

Kinjiro Ishii pushed his wheelchair and left the boulevard with constant cheers.

……

"Dear viewers, I am Yui from TV TOKYO~"

"Just now, Bailong defeated Ares and won the title of the strongest martial artist on the surface. This is the scene of the awards ceremony."

The camera cuts to the venue, and the champion's platform stands alone in the center.

The man with a masculine face wears a 24K gold belt around his waist and a black cloak, with four blood-red characters written on the back of the strongest on the surface.

Neither his steps nor his expression showed the excitement of winning the championship. His calm steps revealed an incomparable confidence, and he walked towards the championship platform step by step, like a king walking towards his throne.

"White Dragon." Kensuke Shinto read the name, eyes full of vigilance.

The stronger the power of the extraordinary, it is not a good thing for the Orthodox sect.

Hey, if the God Advent Formation hadn't failed, the Orthodox Sect would have already been rampant in the world, and they wouldn't have been so passive.

Shinto Kensuke's eyes flashed with determination, and he decided to cooperate with Shuten-douji's crazy plan.

The loopholes in the God Advent Array must be filled.

……

"Bailong contestant, how do you feel about winning the championship?"

"I have nothing to say about things that are taken for granted."

Bailong casually revealed the champion's speech, and said to the microphones who tried their best to reach out: "Our Jingu-ryu welcomes any student who wants to become stronger to join, and the location is Nishiixing, Adachi District..."

On the stage, Xiaolong looked at the champion in the arena with complicated emotions. He did not expect that Ares, who had gone crazy to that extent, would lose.

It is not an exaggeration to say that such strength is the strongest player at this stage.

He called up the forum in his mind and found that the forum had blown up.

[Queen Mary: Ares actually lost?impossible!Absolutely impossible!Is this an April Fool's joke? ! 】

[Savage Tyrant: Don't blame Ares. Really, he has already exploded to the limit of a berserker. It can only be said that the opponent is too strong, and it is miserable to beat him all the way. 】

[Odin: Silence. 】

[Little Dragon Man: Hey, Ares is not dead yet, how much did you win this time? 】

[Odin: Lost. 】

Xiaolong was silent. Everyone said that Ares would lose, but they still hoped that Ares would win this martial arts meeting on behalf of the players.

[Queen Mary: The epic mission is really not that easy to complete. 】

[Xiaolongren: Don't be discouraged, we can always usher in the day when we can conquer epic missions, the future must belong to players! 】

……

The Imperial Residence, Yin Yang Liao.

The fragrance of wood was tangy, Ares realized this, and he stood up abruptly.

The blanket slipped off, and the wind outside the window blew on the strong muscles, bringing a little coolness.

The unfamiliar scenery made Ares a little confused about the situation.

Does the system dispatch new tasks?

He opened the task bar, and the epic mission with the golden logo had turned into a lifeless gray, indicating that the mission had failed.

No new tasks are dispatched.

Ares lowered his head and found that his body was wrapped in bandages.

Did he lose?
He was clearly in the strongest state since he reached the advanced berserker, and even comprehended a new skill, blood rage.

Even so, he lost the game.

There is no ability to resist at all.

Ares stood blankly in the house, the pride and glory of the past stripped from his body.

The sliding door on the side opened, and a cold voice came into his ears, "If you wake up, you will leave the Yinyang room."

The witch who spoke had long silver hair, her facial features were not ugly, and the arrogance revealed between her brows easily aroused the desire of men to conquer.

"You treated me?"

"Hecun Group paid for me to treat you."

"Really."

Ares was devastated, feeling that nothing mattered, and strode out of the house.

For those who believe they are the strongest, failure is not a simple failure, but a shattering of their beliefs.

If you can't condense new beliefs, it will be difficult to display your original strength.

However, Xiyuxi doesn't care whether Ares can regain his glory, and the strength of others has nothing to do with her.

She only cares about Brother Watanabe.

Recently, the person who is always busy with the annoying matters of the election of the chief priest is exhausted and thin.

Tonight, I will cook a pot of stewed mutton and bullwhip soup with wolfberry to nourish my brother Watanabe's body.

……

in the afternoon.

Adachi Ward, West Ixing.

The sun disappears from the sky, and the clouds are thick, and it seems that in the next second, people will enjoy the treatment of rain washing their faces.

On the street outside Jingu Liu Guild Hall, hundreds of people gathered here.

There is no shortage of young men with foreign faces who want to join the Jingongliu Club.

This is the popularity brought by the end of the game.

Standing by the eaves, Bailong examined the physical fitness of these people, raised his finger and said, "You, you, you go to the right, you, you go to the left."

Because I don't know their names, I can only use you instead, and divide them into different echelons according to their physical fitness.

"From left to right, the first team ran three laps around Scheeren Park, the second team ran six laps, and the third team ran ten laps."

Bai Long mentioned the different assessment standards, and these people set out with full confidence, but I don't know how many of them can persevere to the end.

Some things are easier said than done.

In particular, the number of laps he set for these people has reached a limit state.

When people are extremely tired, it is easier to choose to give up than to persist.

Bai Long withdrew his gaze from a distance, jumped down from the roof, stared at the only man who hadn't left, and asked, "Have you got your tuition together?"

"Ah."

A high-pitched voice burst out from the throat like in an opera house, and a giant man like an iron tower stood in front of the door.

He doesn't need an entrance examination to prove his determination.

His will and strength were recognized by Bailong in the first round of the quarterfinals.

"Once you join the Jingu Liu Club, you will never be able to return to the former free life.

I know that in your eyes there is no difference between good and evil, and I live in this world as a pure warrior.

But the signboard of our Jingongliu Club cannot be tarnished by evil deeds. If you join, you can no longer make a living by plundering others. "

Bailong said with a serious face: "I will introduce the commission to you.

Let you complete the entrustment to earn corresponding living expenses. If you can accept it, you can hand over the money to me.

If you can't, get out of here. "

Huey wondered how to answer.

Free and wild life is not his pursuit, but to follow the biological instinct and eat freely on the African savannah.

Between African nations, fight freely.

There is nothing wrong with such a life, but after shaking hands with Bailong, he saw something called a dream for the first time.

After I started having my first dream, I dreamed every night.

Dreams are different, but there is always something the same.

"I want to be a mountain."

Huey replied solemnly, and took out the [-] yen he earned from part-time work.

Bailong accepted it, turned around and said, "Very well, you come in, and I'll introduce you to the other members of the Jingu School."

Huey followed him into the Jingongliu Hall, and subconsciously lowered his head at the door for fear of bumping his head against the door frame.

"Sasshoin, Kirin Temple, Robert, come here."

Bailong waved towards the practice field, and the three of them ran over together.

"Huey will be a member of the Jingu School from now on. I believe you all know each other, so I won't introduce you."

"They are all your seniors in the Jingu school, don't be rude."

After a few words of advice, Bailong waved his hand and said, "Go back and continue practicing."

"Yes." The three bowed, returned to the training ground, and continued their daily practice.

Bailong took off his mille-soled cloth shoes and put them on the shoe rack.

Huey followed suit and began to practice martial arts for the first time in his life.

……

A thin drizzle fell from the sky, and the first wave of people ran back.

Bai Long left the training ground, put on his shoes and went outside.

The rain dripped from the eaves, and the people on the street were panting and soaking wet.

What's more, it was covered in dirty dirt, and it looked like it had fallen.

"Bai Shifan, are we qualified?" One person straightened up and asked heavily.

Bai Long stepped forward, looked at the man with dirty trousers and said, "You didn't run laps according to the prescribed number of times, do you think I can't tell if you missed a few laps?"

"Wait, Teacher Bai, I was wrong, I am willing to pay more for tuition."

"You are disqualified."

Bai Long was too lazy to listen to his nonsense.

Whether a person has run the corresponding number of laps can be seen from the reaction of their body muscles.

A few tricksters were kicked out, and a glimmer of hope appeared on the faces of the rest.

Cold, tired, and under the hope of getting started, become worthless.

Bai Long looked at them and said: "Come in and continue practicing, only those who persevere to the end can join the Jingong Liu Guild Hall."

"what!"

Looking at the trembling legs, the cold and tired man couldn't help but said: "Didn't you say that you can join the Jingongliu Club after running around?
If you continue to exercise, there is a risk of muscle dissolution. "

"No one forces you, you can quit if you don't want to practice."

Bai Long had a straight face, his tone was colder than the winter rain.

"I'm not a Transcendent." The blond man replied angrily, looking at Huey who was training inside.

My heart is full of anger.

As the TV media put it nicely, those who are willing to become stronger are welcome to join the Jingongliu Club.

In the end, it's not just about the tough guys.

Think about it too, how can there be a seat for the weak in the eyes of the strong.

"I didn't learn anything, but I was exhausted. I'm not stupid!"

The blond-haired man left, and some people gave up. They didn't know that they were only one step away from the entrance. They only knew that the entry assessment that was said to be over after running laps was let go.

Practice again?The legs are going to be useless.

Bai Long didn't stop them and let them leave.

……

People who participated in the entrance examination: 135.

Eligible students: 26.

Bailong first asked them to use essential oils to relieve the fatigue of the leg muscles, and then taught them the basics of Tianliu.

The newly recruited students sweated and trained hard on the practice field.

Seeing that it was late, Bailong went to the shower room, rinsed his body, changed into a clean white vest and black kung fu pants, and returned to Jingu's house.

He doesn't have the habit of opening an umbrella. He only needs to wave his hand at high speed in the air, and the vacuum generated is enough to block the heavy rain from falling.

Unscrewing the door, the warm light diffused outward, "I'm back."

Bailong shouted inside.

A gentle response from Chisa Jingu came from the living room, "Welcome back, Brother Long~"

He bent down to take off his shoes, put on a pair of plush slippers, walked into the room where the sink was, and threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine.

Take the boxers out separately and put them in the basket next to the washing machine.

Bailong didn't wash his boxers himself.

If Qiansha wants to help with washing, let her do it.

Bailong didn't think boxer pants had any privacy, so he strode towards the living room.

The sliding door on one side is open, revealing the fence wall made of bluestone and the tall and thick wall of the neighbor's house behind the wall.

Rainwater falls from the eaves, forming a beautiful water curtain.

The living room is lit, and there are mouth-watering delicacies on the table.

"This is roasted squab, the champion's special dinner."

Jingu Chisa placed the carefully prepared roasted pigeon in the main place, with a look of begging for compliments.

"Qiansha, you are really the best sister in the world." Bailong raised his hand to rub her head.

Mingong Mingtong was envious.

Of course, it's not that he envies the treatment of being patted on the head, but that Bailong can actually eat his exclusive roasted pigeon.

Even though there are delicacies such as stir-fried beef with green peppers, crayfish, and crabs on the table, but there is no roast pigeon that belongs to her, it is impossible to say that she is not depressed.

How can Xiu, isn't it just to win the championship, the next time someone holds a contest for the use of spiritual equipment, she will also win a championship.

Jingong Mingtong thought angrily in his heart.

"Brother Long, how many people joined the Jingongliu Club today?"

"Only 26 people passed the entrance examination, but their qualifications are not good, their prospects are limited, and they may not last long."

No matter how clever Bailong's teaching methods are, it is impossible to raise the upper limit of the students.

It can only be said that if the upper limit of students is 62, under his guidance, it is very likely to break through to the level of [-] or [-].

Jingu Chisa smiled and said: "The competition has just ended, and there will be more people signing up tomorrow."

"Yeah, I'm going to be busy these two days."

Bailong predicted that the upsurge of recruiting students at Jingongliu Hall would last for three to four days.

Once the popularity of the No. [-] Martial Arts Association in the World is over, people's attention to the champion will be greatly weakened.

The strongest martial artist on the surface will soon be covered by more miscellaneous news.

There is no shortage of news in this era.

(End of this chapter)