I Was Reborn in Japan, and Opened the Unparalleled in the Supernatural Drama

Snapped!

A gale-like slash hit the opponent's shoulder.

"However, your movement range is too large, even a fool knows your attack route."

Fujiwara felt a numbness in his shoulder, as if his entire shoulder had been chopped off by a knife.

Next, Fang Jing moved forward and turned the steel pipe with his backhand, drawing a beautiful arc, and the front end of the iron pipe precisely hit his knee.

The severe pain caused him to let out a scream of "ah", and with a bang, there was a loud bang on his knees, and the whole person was hit and knelt down.

"No...not possible."

"How could I lose to this kind of guy, whether it's studying, sports, or fighting...I can't lose to this kind of rubbish."

"I'm going to tear him, tear him, and eat his flesh..."

Perhaps at the earliest time, Fujiwara himself didn't know that he was only slightly jealous of Nishizuka, or else he was just a little displeased with his attitude of being a gifted student, which is a little bit of jealousy that normal people have .

But at this moment, the fire of jealousy ignited something in his body, making his pupils pitch black, only a group of crimson evil light flashed out.

He bent his knees, his limbs supported his torso like a beast, and a primitive and ferocious aura began to be released from his body.

Fang Jing immediately smelled the germ of danger. He found that Fujiwara was arched like a feline, and his mouth was cracked from both sides, almost reaching the root of the ear, and the dense fangs were faintly visible. .

This abnormal scene aroused Fang Jing's vigilance. At this moment, Fujiwara's figure suddenly jumped up, and he opened his mouth fiercely, biting towards Fang Jing's neck.

Fortunately, Fang Jing had an iron pipe in his hand, so he directly picked up the steel pipe to block the opponent's attacking mouth.

With a click, Fujiwara opened his mouth and bit the upper iron pipe, and the strong masseter muscles and sharp teeth cooperated to bite off the iron pipe.

"Canopy!"

Fang Jing calmly raised his knee and bumped into his stomach, and at the same time jumped a few steps backwards.

"Can you bite this thing off?"

After all, it is an iron pipe. Even though it looks ordinary and full of rust, it is still made of iron. The bite force is a bit scary.

(Fujiwara...what happened to you to turn you into this posture.)

He looked down at Fujiwara, he was on all fours, prostrate on the ground, and slowly moved to his side—his body was also changing subtly, his hands and five fingers were changing like the minions of beasts, and the spine was constantly transmitting There was a clicking sound.

...Yes, his hands, feet and spine are twisting and transforming into some evil and crooked monster.

Fang Jing realized something. At some point, Fujiwara looked at him with a beastly red light in his eyes.

It wasn't a look of hatred or hatred, but a brutal look with only a naked animal intent left, as if treating himself as a prey.

From his split mouth protruded a rough and hot tongue, licking up and down.

Fujiwara felt like a beast smelling blood, his eyes became more and more thirsty, he salivated, and regarded Fang Jing as a delicious piece of meat.

The two sides face each other, less than tens of meters away from each other.

Fujiwara also became more and more like an alien, and he exuded a certain fishy smell.

The stinky smell of beasts in the mountains.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, coo...

His throat was low, as if something was stuck, and he made strange noises.

"It's really surprising!"

Fang Jing's expression was slightly serious. He glanced at the broken iron pipe in his hand, and the expression on his face suddenly changed.

In the next second, his lips and eyes all showed an upward posture.

With a deep "dong", he casually dropped the iron pipe in his hand and broke it into two pieces.

"I prefer to use bare hands rather than weapons like iron pipes, or wooden knives."

The passionate fighting spirit rose in his body like internal pressure, and this rising internal force filled his body, and when it emerged, it was also the moment for him to start his actions.

He smiled, walked towards Fujiwara fearlessly, with bare hands.

hiss!

There was a sound from Fujiwara's throat, and his figure was like a black lightning, and he rushed forward.

coming!

"drink!"

Fang Jing exhaled sharply, catching the incoming lightning with flaming eyes.

Hurry up!

I am faster!

The sense of crisis stimulated his body and mind like a burning flame. In an instant, his fist pierced the air, and the air in front of him seemed to be blown away by this fist, making a soft bang.

Chapter 62 Applause

　　Swinging his fist impartially, he appeared in front of Fujiwara faster and faster.