Can you block this punch that took billions of years of effort?

After living with Yukino, he can absorb "Yukino energy" every day, but as a price, the consumption of "nutrient solution" increases dramatically.

This is something that has been promised and cannot be rescinded.

But last night, after taking a bath, Yukino unexpectedly discovered signs of growth. Although she didn't say anything, her eyes became sharp, which made her feel a sense of crisis for a moment, and she had to prepare for the future and increase her reserves.

If nothing unexpected happens, missing several classes every week will become the norm.

But what can we do?

"Be careful you won't be able to get up tomorrow morning, okay?"

……

The next day, eight o'clock in the morning.

Linga finished breakfast for ten people and left the suite.

In the fleeting glimpse through the closed bedroom door, one can see someone sleeping soundly inside, covered with a quilt, with fair skin occasionally exposed. There may be a slight bulge in the middle of the body, and no one knows what is inside.

Akio Kono is extremely efficient.

When you arrive at the hotel lobby, you'll see brand new glass and chairs. The surroundings are spotlessly clean and the floor under your feet can be used as a mirror.

Linga has lived here for some time. The hotel waiters, receptionists and security guards have become accustomed to his presence. Their first reaction when they see him is to bow and greet him.

Perhaps because Haru came to the door and was taught a lesson by him, his attitude changed significantly, as if he regarded him as the "guardian saint" of the hotel and the real owner. An inexplicable sense of belonging and honor made his respectful eyes look at Linga with a little eagerness.

Like surfing a wave, I was welcomed out of the hotel by the sound.

The highway is also being repaired. Although traffic is inconvenient, it is still operating as usual and has not become a "dangerous area" in the eyes of surrounding residents.

Ling Jia caught a glimpse of a man squatting outside the corridor. The back of the man looked familiar, after all, they had fought each other yesterday.

but……

"Why did it change back again?"

“Brother?!”

Hearing the voice behind him, Haru trembled and quickly got up from the ground. He was as round as when he first appeared, and his fat face was full of shame and guilt.

"I woke up in the middle of the night and was so hungry. The president told me that you had something to talk to me about. I thought I should eat more to speed up my recovery. As a result, my injury healed, but... I accidentally ate too much, and then I became like this... According to Doctor Yingchu, this is the rebound effect caused by abnormal weight loss."

"Forget it. Maybe it can be used as a fighting method for you temporarily. But why do you call me brother? You don't even know why I called you here. What if I beat you up without any explanation like I did yesterday?"

"Even if it's not the case, there's no need to be nice to someone who has hurt you."

"You know, I almost killed you more than once."

Linga's words and actions all reveal extraordinary courage.

Even if it's just a loose posture.

It can also create a depressing atmosphere like a volcano erupting anytime and anywhere.

The air was stagnant and slightly heavy, and any creature that approached him would want to run away, regardless of whether a real crisis was about to strike.

Haru tensed his body, his fat trembling slightly, and his expression was surprisingly resolute.

Although he still looked ugly and bloated, he looked like a completely different person.

It's like... a combination of Haru and Kono Haruo.

"None of that matters."

He shook his head and said in a muffled voice:

"Whether it's Haru or Haruo, these are my own choices. I can't give up either one, so I have been paralyzing myself. In the end, I am destined to be left with nothing and become a complete waste."

"It's not a pity for a foolish and indecisive guy like me to die."

“No one will help me, and no one can help me.”

"But you did it."

"You taught me how to become a qualified 'natural strong man', so that I no longer have to worry about it, but can calmly accept and shoulder everything I have, and regain my fighting spirit."

"I know very well that I am not worthy of being your disciple or inheriting your power and faith. I only hope to be allowed to be your younger brother and do some insignificant things to repay your kindness."

Looking at the fat man in front of him, who was only a head shorter than him but a whole circle bigger, wrapped in bandages, and whose aura was several times stronger than before, Linga finally showed a very satisfied smile.

Although it is not a monster yet, it will become one sooner or later.

"Have you brought your weapons?"

"Bring it."

Haru patted his chest, the meaning was self-evident.

His weapon is his own “fat”!

This coincides with what Linga said.

Apparently...wanting to do something small for big brother is not just lip service.

His way of thinking and behavior are also trying hard to get closer to Linga, and this is not difficult for him, because deep down they are... "the same kind" as Linga.

……

In front of a building in an industrial area of ​​Fukushima Prefecture.

A group of men in white suits looked serious when they saw Linga getting out of the car.

"It's the Guardian."

Yi Ji, who was sitting in the passenger seat, recognized the identities of these people.

"Referring to the violent group formed by the 'Guardians' under Katahara Metō, it is said that they are all hired at a high price and are not limited to fighters or martial artists. As long as they are good at fighting and killing, they are completely a gang of thugs."

"It's really not simple, but it has nothing to do with us."

Kusakabe Asako, with a lollipop in her mouth, shouted at Linga's back.

"Care about it. Don't go too far. This place might become your territory later."

Linga waved his hand without even turning his head, indicating that he understood.

Seeing this, Kusakabe Asako drove away, leaving Linga and a confused Haru alone to face this group of people in white clothes...a private army.

(There will be another update later, it’s too late to check the information_(:з」∠)_)

Primitives join the game: 49. Hayami Katsumasa's "welcome gift"

Just like the "Guardians" are divided into classes such as Captain, Destroyer Guard, and Destroyer Fang.

There are also "rankers" among the "Guardians". Simply put, they are ranked in order of strength. The smaller the number, the stronger the strength and the higher the treatment.

The group of people at the entrance of the building now are the strongest group, and their elite level should not be underestimated.

More than enough to be a fighter.

There were no receptionists or red carpets. Instead, they were greeted at the door by a group of thugs armed with sharp weapons. If someone else had come, they might not even have dared to enter.

The malicious atmosphere was so strong that it was almost undisguised.

But Linga was very relaxed, as if he didn't feel the strangeness in the atmosphere at all.

At this time, a scarred man wearing fancy sunglasses came towards them, with a samurai sword on his waist. He exuded a sharp and cold aura, and with a fake smile on his face, people seemed to smell a bloody smell.

"Welcome to Lord Linga. I am Guitou Junji... I'm sure you don't want to hear any more words. The president has been waiting for you for a long time. My colleague Long Min will lead the way for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a smiling young man with medium-length hair stood up, bowed slightly in a gentlemanly manner, and raised his hand to wave.

"Please come with me."

Linga glanced at the two of them casually.

The fiery red eyes were extremely hot, but the moment the gaze passed over the body, it seemed to take away a lot of heat, making Guito Junsi and Long Min feel inexplicably cold, and cold sweat began to seep out of their foreheads, and they couldn't help but be shocked.

Just a glance can make them feel so. I really don’t know how many moves they can last in a fight, or... how many seconds?

After entering the gate, although the first floor hall is large, it is also very crowded.

There are people everywhere.

Crowded and packed with people.

At first glance, there was only one empty path leading to the elevator.

Both sides were filled with "Guardians" in white suits.

Without exception, they all carried various types of cold weapons, had different expressions and auras, but standing in the same position, these auras would mix together indistinguishably, making the air in the lobby on the first floor extremely depressing.

"?!"

Haru widened his eyes, feeling a little overwhelmed by the scene in front of him.

This situation is not good.

"Brother, what are we here for?"

Haru asked in a low voice.

From his observations, he found that none of these people were easy to deal with. Some of them even he was unsure of, such as the Guitou Junsi and Long Min.

If a war really breaks out, it will be very difficult.

Linga walked and talked, his volume as usual.

He didn't care about how the people around him would react when they heard it.

“——Here to steal something.”

"Depending on the situation, it wouldn't be surprising if we killed everyone here."

"?!!"

Haru was shocked and couldn't help but look around.

However, what shocked him even more was that... these "Guardians" who should have been angry and furious not only said nothing, but even looked away, either looking up or down, all avoiding him and his eldest brother.

Why is this happening?

Haru looked at his eldest brother in confusion.

When he saw Linga's profile clearly, he understood everything instantly.

Fighting also requires talent.

Although muscles, wrist strength, fighting skills, weapons, and perseverance are important, the most important thing is indeed "eyesight".

Not sticking to the means, just want to win, just want to defeat the opponent...

Therefore, in order to avoid failure, the only way besides becoming stronger is to figure out which people you can afford to offend and which you cannot afford to offend.

Some good fighters are good at judging the strength of their opponents by relying on their "eyesight".

The people present were all tough thugs, so they knew very well how difficult the man who walked past them was!

Standing on the opposite side, you can see things more clearly.

That person can no longer be called a "human being"; he is simply a monster in human skin.

Haru has a deep understanding of this.

There is no need to deliberately intimidate or shock people. When the gap is big enough, every word and action will make people feel scared.

It's just like humans and ants. If one of their shoes accidentally scratches another's, it would be a real "disaster" for the ant colony that happens to be carrying food side by side.

Now, Linga stood from the perspective of humans, looking down at the ant-like guardians with a harmless look and relying on his extraordinary height... Perhaps, he did not "see" them at all, but was inspecting his future territory.

It seems that this trip may end peacefully.

Just as Haru was thinking this and was about to follow Linga into the elevator, Linga raised his hand to stop him.

"You stay."

"what?"

"So many people are an eyesore. Get these people out of here."

"what!"

Haru was stunned and wanted to say something, but the elevator door had already closed.

The next moment, a series of gazes fell on his back, like sharp knives touching his skin, making his hair stand on end and goose bumps cover his whole body.