Zongman, daily life starting from hunting the supernatural

Next...

There's going to be a big fuss.

Wait until he opens his eyes here.

A three-day [special training] is about to begin.

......

Under his feet were shattered iron chains and broken red gasoline barrels, and the arms that were spliced ​​together to support his body were all smashed to pieces.

He stepped on the opponent's shriveled face, and Sakurai, who was healing at a high speed as the half-missing body tumbled with blood, spat twice.

Do I really need to find a stronger enemy?

“Totally inadequate…”

"You are too weak. I have given you a chance."

Sakurai was a little distressed. He had clearly deliberately allowed this guy to enter the second stage.

In the end, he could only be replaced twice, which was far from the strong enemy he had imagined.

As an enemy for training, since his default target is [God], there is no way to warm up his body.

"babble!!!"

The piercing scream tortured Sakurai's eardrums.

He was annoyed by the noise and used a little force to kill the other person completely.

Sakurai picked up the sledgehammer and the remains dropped by the opponent and put them into his mouth. Feeling a warm current wrapping his body, he headed for the next location.

During the three days, except for the necessary rest, Sakurai kept killing.

Wandering back and forth in various famous supernatural places.

It can be said...

He checked in at all the nearby [energy points].

Finally, after three days of hunting, the accumulation of small amounts adds up to a large number...

Compared to before, my physical fitness has been enhanced by about 1.7 times, which is not much, but considering that there are only three days.

The efficiency can be said to be maximized.

The only sad thing is that he still didn't reveal any food remains.

Anyway...

The agreed time has arrived.

After looking at the email sent by the bartender on his mobile phone, Sakurai let out a long sigh.

I thought I would have to do this all alone, but as expected of a reputable businessman, he was able to complete my needs in half the time.

I have to say it, he is worthy of being called such.

Her eyes flashed, and she returned to her apartment with difficulty, washed herself simply, and then carrying her shoulder bag, Sakurai couldn't wait to hail a taxi and set off.

......

......

"Hey, Sakurai-san, welcome, welcome."

"Come, drink milk."

The bartender fished out a glass of milk from under the table, raised his hand, and forced a smile with great difficulty.

The bartender, who was just short of saying "welcome" and giving a warm welcome, seemed to be in high spirits...right?

If only he didn't look like he was being drained of energy.

Looking at the bartender's dark circles and listless look, which were the same as Panda's, Sakurai fell silent.

"Swindler, thank you for your hard work."

After a long silence, Sakurai picked up the milk on the table and drank it all.

I expressed my gratitude from the bottom of my heart.

"It's okay, there's only so much we can do."

"Come..."

"Take a look at what we have prepared for you."

The bartender clapped his hands and snapped his fingers while saying this.

A black motorcycle without a driver came to the side of Sakurai with the roar of its engine.

"So handsome."

Sakurai couldn't help but say this and put one hand on the motorcycle.

A chilly feeling spread throughout the body from the palm of my hand.

Is this car a relic?

He turned over and sat on the motorcycle, turned the accelerator twice, and the powerful roar of the engine followed.

Sakurai looked down at the fuel gauge and got out of the car, he was very satisfied with the car prepared by the profiteer.

After circling to the front of the car, Sakurai's eyes met the car lights.

The car lights flashed, as if greeting Sakurai.

18. Reborn from the ashes... Huang Shen Ya returns with dignity (with character design pictures attached)

"It seems that this child likes you very much, so we can rest assured."

"YAMAHA VMAX, the muscle car among motorcycles, I think this is the most suitable vehicle for you, Sakurai."

His tired face was full of relaxation, even though he had already anticipated this situation.

But the bartender was still happy to see Sakurai being recognized so easily.

This shows that his efforts were not in vain.

"This was the favorite partner of a top biker gang member in Ikebukuro. After he got into a car accident, he became a ghost together with him. There was quite a stir during that time."

"After arranging for a manpower to subdue the bizozoku ghosts, it appeared in the world as a rare relic of a vehicle."

"Because it is a relic, it can easily travel back and forth between the spiritual point and reality."

"The maximum speed is about 300 to 400 kilometers per hour."

"As soon as we heard about it, we rushed over and got it."

After taking a sip of milk, the bartender wiped the sweat from his forehead.

If we didn't have some connections, we wouldn't be able to compete with those guys.

"I thought you would be very satisfied, Sakurai-san, so I took the initiative to register it in your name. By the way, I have also arranged the corresponding driver's license for you through my connections."

"How's it going? Are you satisfied?"

The bartender looked quite pleased with himself, his teeth showing in a grin.

"Well, I am very satisfied. You are thoughtful, profiteer."

Sakurai, who was somewhat reluctant to let go of this car, pursed his lips.

Rather...

So satisfied.

"As long as you are satisfied, Sakurai-san, then let's take a look at this next."

The bartender felt in the cabinet and pulled out a short dagger in a sharkskin sheath.

Sakurai recognized him immediately; this was his old friend.

"Try it."

The bartender said softly with a big smile on his face.

Holding the dagger, a feeling of blood connection arises spontaneously.

Squinting his eyes, Sakurai tentatively pulled the dagger out of the shark leather sheath.

A bright light hit Sakurai's eyes.

The entire dagger glowed crimson.

The temperature in the not-so-big pub rose a few degrees the moment Bi's body left his body.

"We invited a famous swordsmith named Dao Daosai to forge it personally. He used your old friend Sakurai and the core of the god of the wild god as the main materials, and added some less important auxiliary materials. Finally, he used the flame of the phoenix to burn, melt and forge it."

"It is no longer just a relic now. It is not an exaggeration to call it a demon sword."

"I don't think you'll be knocked down too much by that eight-sided bright silver hammer of yours, Sakurai-san."

The bartender, who was not sure whether the eight-sided bright silver hammer really belonged to Huang Tianhua, introduced it with some pride, saying that we had spent a lot of effort on this thing.

Listening to the bartender's proud introduction, Sakurai always felt her shoulder bag shaking slightly.

His other partner seemed a little dissatisfied with what the bartender said.

"The blade has an unusual sharpness, and the flames of the wild god can burn the soul of any life that is scratched."

"And the toughness of the blade has also been improved by several levels."

"Although it can't be called indestructible, it shouldn't break after the battle."

"The shark skin of the knife sheath comes from a monster called the alligator shark."

"It can protect the holder from being hurt by the sharpness of the blade in non-combat situations."

"For us, this is a bit redundant."