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"Whether you are a man or a woman, as long as you are human, you will have a great dream when you are young.

That is to become the strongest human being on earth."

Suddenly hearing such an exciting advertising slogan, Hojo Tetsuji raised his head and looked at the big screen.

“Now this opportunity will be reflected in reality.

Starting at 10 a.m., the Tokyo Budokan will accept registration from any martial artist who desires to be the strongest.

As long as you sign the certificate of life and death, you can go on stage and fight with others.

The winner of the competition will not only receive a prize of 1.4 billion yen, but also own this pure gold belt inlaid with eighteen gems, the strongest martial artist's belt on the planet.

Obtained the title of the strongest martial artist on the planet officially certified by Japan. "

As soon as the scene changed, the minister in charge of digitalization who often appeared on the TV screen said: "Yes, in this era, there are always people saying that Showa boys, Heisei otakus, and Reiwa wastes.

Today, we want to show everyone the majesty of men in the Reiwa era!

Those who obtain this identity certification will permanently enjoy the privilege of taking any domestic transportation for free, eating for free, and staying in major hotels at will!

There are no restrictions on nationality or gender.

Come on, let's fight together to become the strongest martial artist on the planet.

Tata open! "

Advertisements are played on a loop.

Hojo Tetsuji looked at such an advertisement, he blinked, slapped his forehead suddenly and said: "Yes, that's it!

Qingze often says that bursts of inspiration are often intense. It is useless to just think about it. You must take action! "

He decided to look for comic inspiration from the duel between men, in fists and kicks.

……

"What kind of stupid ad is this?"

In the living room on the ground floor above the Big Fat Sheep Bar, Emily was wearing bear pajamas. She rubbed her eyes with her right hand and slid down the video with her index finger.

The next video is still a video of shouting Tata to drive, it doesn’t look like a spoof video produced by AI.

"The strongest martial artist on the planet!"

Hearing Catalina's voice, Emily looked up and said, "You don't want to participate, do you?"

"It doesn't matter your gender or your nationality."

Katarina felt that the fighting spirit in her heart was eroding her body, making her want to participate in this grand event, "Everyone gathered together to compete for the name of the strongest, the fists they waved, and their lives.

How great! "

Different from the underground boxing matches held in the past, this time it was an official life-or-death ring match, which greatly stimulated Catalina.

Emily frowned slightly and said, "You'd better not participate. I feel there's something weird about it."

She doesn't think the organizers are simply trying to make money from the tickets.

The people above are not fools, and have no interests beyond ordinary people. They will never do such a thing, which seems to be a joke in the eyes of ordinary people.

Especially when such news suddenly broke out without any warning.

Is it related to Dior?

Emily bit her thumb and looked at the time. It was obviously not the time for Dior's activities.

"No matter what weirdness there is, if you are involved in it, you can understand what they are up to."

Catalina's will to fight was not easily eliminated. Instead, she grew stronger and said, "Emily, just come with me."

"Wait, let's figure it out. I don't want to be used as a guinea pig for experiments anymore."

Emily remembers the lesson from her last dental visit.

She didn't know whether the organizer of this arena match would be doing something secretly.

The colorless and odorless gas released in the players' drinks or inside the venue is still the kind of drug that takes effect slowly.

They couldn't notice it at the scene, and it was probably a few years before they started to suffer.

After hearing what she said, Catalina calmed down a bit.

"Ask Morimoto."

"it is good."

Seeing what she said, Emily changed her original idea of ​​posting and called Chiyo Morimoto.

A beep sounded.

Chiyo Morimoto answered the phone and said, "Hey, what's the matter?"

"Morimoto, do you know what the reason for that match was?"

"Does Katarina want to participate? Please stop her quickly. Nothing good will happen to the person who wins the competition."

Chiyo Morimoto immediately thought that Catalina must want to participate, otherwise, even with her petite body, Emily would not be interested in the competition.

Emily was in high spirits, and the things she could let Chiyo Morimoto know must be related to Dior.

"Did he do anything good?"

"No, it's another one."

This simple answer made Emily's face quickly become serious. She sat up from the sofa, crossed her legs and said, "Have you become lazy and forgotten our agreement?"

"Please, I'm very busy right now."

Chiyo Morimoto couldn't help complaining, "Reports on all aspects must be written, including the death of the third son of the Fuji Foundation in Shinjuku.

Surveillance work. "

"Okay, okay, don't forget our agreement and hang up first."

Emily didn't want to hear her complain about the work, so she quickly hung up the phone, raised her head and said, "Katerina, you'd better not participate in this competition, it's very dangerous.

We will wait for more detailed news later on whether we can go to the site to see the details. "

"Ok."

Catalina was a little reluctant.

Chapter 379 I Want to Be a Good Person

Zinser is testing the cooldown time for globetrotting.

According to his tests, the cooling time for a round-the-world trip is about an hour after one round trip.

This kind of cooling time can be said to be the super power with the longest cooling time after he obtained it.

But considering the distance of global travel and the fact that the language translation ability has not been weakened, there is nothing wrong with just weakening the number of times.

He uses his ability to travel around the world, jumping from Tokyo to New York.

The sunny city was quickly replaced by a city surrounded by night, with gorgeous neon lights dotting New York City like stars.

People of all colors walk on the streets of New York, forming a beautiful scenery.

Qingze wanted to select powerful people and give strong voices to the weak, in order to observe what would happen to weak people after receiving strong voices.

And whether lasting time is, as imagined, permanent without deprivation.

He most likely thinks there is no problem.

But it doesn’t take much effort to conduct such an experiment, so there’s no need to be lazy.

Aozawa released the defensive force field on Hojo Tetsuji and prepared to apply the defensive force field to the person who would add strong sound later, so that he could easily grasp the opponent's position at any time.

He uses the ability of catalyst sensing to search for powerful martial artists.

……

David Upchurch is a semi-gangster from Queens.

He has what all white people think of people like them: he likes to abuse drugs, likes to swear, is uneducated, can only buy anything he wants with zero dollars, and never wants to work seriously.

Even so, he curses those in the United States every day.

There are no good people in this world.

Of course, he is an exception. If he doesn't work, his grandfather's generation has already suffered all the hardships he needs to endure.

Now he takes these things and does all the benefits that the white people should compensate him for.

He also forgot how many children he had.

Anyway, for him, doing that kind of thing with a woman and any safety precautions are unpleasant.

He never does.

When she does get pregnant, he is often the first to run away and doesn't think there's anything wrong with her.

This is how he came when he was a child.

The father disappeared long ago. Those who think they need father's love do not understand their strong genes.

Tonight, as usual, David yawned as he entered a supermarket, randomly picked up some things from the shelves, packed them in a suitcase, yawned again, and walked out of the door with a swagger.

No one stopped.

The last dedicated employee who dared to stop their zero-dollar purchase has been fired.

David returned to his tent on the street. He was the kind of person who didn't even look down on gangs. He could only run errands for those people and occasionally help sell drugs, but he would not become a member.

People who sell drugs usually don't touch drugs.

He touches.

Plus having no money, there was just something to be done to get those drugs.

Life was miserable and he didn't care.

Life is too short to have fun.

Those who are holding it may not be as happy as him.

David entered the tent, opened his bag, and prepared for today's dinner.

The tent door was suddenly opened, and the skin color he hated most stood there.

"Law!"

David was about to curse, but he saw the man's face clearly again. The sharp-angular face revealed majesty, and his eyes reminded him of the boss of the Sancha Gang.

After swallowing the curse words, David was able to survive in this rotten Queens district, so naturally he had some discernment.

He only dares to scold those who dare not speak back.

"Is there anything you need?"

"I will give you divine power."

Qingze searched around and felt that this person was the most suitable for him. Years of drug abuse had made his body tattered and weak.

"what?!"

David had a look on his face that said, "What are you talking about?" He didn't read much, but he wasn't that easy to deceive.

God gives a man like him divine power, which can only happen in movies.

There is no way this scene could happen in reality. If there is any good thing, it is only for white men to enjoy it.

Qingze raised his left hand.

David finally couldn't help it, he didn't care who it was, this was his tent, this was his territory!

"Fake, you!"

Before he finished his swear words, he suddenly felt a powerful pushing sensation erupting from behind, making him unable to avoid it and directly facing the left hand.

The moment his shoulders were grabbed, David saw milky white gas spread outward from the palm and penetrate into his body.

"Wardfake?!"

David cursed subconsciously.