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

Ignoring the blood and pain, he picked up the bottle again and shook it at Linga, saying with a smile:

"A weakling like me appearing in the ring must be an eyesore, but appearing in front of you as a piece of meat stabbed by a knife on a chopping board is another matter, and I also brought wine - Congratulations, you have defeated [Purgatory]."

Seeing this, Linga also sat down, but he was still much taller than the tall and strong Toyota Idemitsu. He took the "small" wine bottle and turned it over, holding it like a goblet that was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, then he held the bottom of the bottle and twisted it to "take off" the glass bottom as a bottle cap!

Gurgling.

Linga raised his head and poured all the wine into his mouth in one breath, as if he was drinking the blood of the loser with a special kind of wildness. After drinking it, he got up and left without stopping.

Toyota Idemitsu did not try to persuade him to stay, but just sighed to himself: "Every man dreams of becoming the strongest in the world when he is young, but as I grow older, I find that I can neither have the strongest force nor the most money."

"I can only think of ways to do something that others think is difficult to achieve so that I can feel 'powerful'."

"But your appearance made me realize that I was just blowing bubbles. Instead of being discouraged, I felt satisfied, because your existence proved that my dream was not unrealistic. I sincerely hope that one day the whole world will sing your title of "the strongest"."

Linga walked towards the passage under countless gazes, never looking back to answer, like a never-stopping spear of destiny, piercing through the enemy's body without any regrets, and moving straight forward.

Suddenly, the gun stopped.

Because an "obstacle" that shouldn't have appeared appeared in front of me.

A petite short-haired girl wearing an eye patch, probably still in high school, or possibly junior high school, dressed like a Gothic lolita from the West. In Asia, even in Japan where otaku culture is flourishing, this outfit would be too eye-catching.

But the girl didn't feel ashamed at all, nor did she show any unnaturalness, as if appearing in public wearing this outfit was a matter of course.

The girl was sitting in the audience seats near the aisle. When she saw Linga coming, she jumped out without saying a word and picked up a strange-looking cartoon notebook and pen that she had gotten from somewhere.

She stared at Linga, she was extremely nervous and her speech was not very clear, but she still insisted on saying the words that made people around her suspect that she was mentally ill.

"Oh, the overlord who has awakened from the ancient times, can you sign your great name for me so that I can offer you the blessing from another dimension?"

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"...Come back here!"

The woman with black hair and red eyes who looked a bit like the girl but was older just realized what a stupid thing her sister had done. What was the difference between this and a resurrected Tyrannosaurus Rex running up to her on the street and taking a selfie with her and uploading it to the Internet? !

Her pretty face, which was no less beautiful than Yang Nai's, was tense. Although she was born with cold white skin, anyone could see that her face was abnormally pale. Her forehead was covered in cold sweat, and her bangs of hair were sticky to it.

But even so, she was relatively calm and dragged her sister back to her seat.

While dragging my feet, I was still lamenting my mistake in my heart.

As the head chef of an Italian restaurant, although she is a latecomer, Tohka Takanashi is unexpectedly talented in this area. Of course, this is also closely related to her having worked in Totsuki Resort for a period of time.

My financial situation has improved, and it is easy to support myself and my sister.

While working out at the Silver Gym to keep in shape, I was accidentally recommended the unique fighting competition in Purgatory by other female members. There were some minor misunderstandings in the process (mainly suspected of bad intentions), but the misunderstanding was resolved in the end.

As a former gymnastics club athlete, she was not that interested in fighting competitions. She just saw that her sister Rikka had become obsessed with the so-called "primitive people" in recent days and her second-year syndrome was turning into violent tendencies.

So, I don't know what got me thinking, I might as well take her to see what a real fighting competition is like, so as to dispel those ideas that have not yet sprouted in her mind, and let her continue to play with those weird objects that don't look too dangerous.

But I never expected that I would run into Linga challenging me on my first visit.

And Rikka was so stupid as to run up and ask for an autograph.

It's terrible!

Primitives join the game: 23. The symbol of the world's strongest grip (two in one)

How magical.

The tycoon on the stage behind him was still talking about giving up unrealistic dreams, when a girl who was immersed in an unrealistic dream and unable to extricate herself jumped out in front of him.

This world is indeed much more interesting than the previous world?!

Linga tilted his head back, squinted his eyes slightly as if enjoying it, and took a long, slow breath.

It's as if I want to inhale into my body all the "interesting" gases emitted by the substance called "freedom" in this world, and become infinitely intoxicated in my brain until the endorphin secretion reaches its extreme, ushering in that moment of physical and mental trembling.

"You want my signature? What's the value of a two-dimensional product? Blessing or destruction, if you want to do something or gain something, you should find a way to interfere with the existing world."

Linga stared at the girl who was almost strangled to death in Shihua's arms. He did not show any anger or contempt as others had expected. Instead, he smiled peacefully.

"Um, do you need more?"

Suddenly, he pointed at a doll about the size of a fist placed on Rikka's seat and asked.

It is a figurine that is often seen in otaku culture. It is completely black and does not look like it is made of plastic. Instead, it looks like stone, clay, wood carving, etc. Putting these aside, it is not difficult to tell from the appearance that it is the image of "Linga".

Shi Huasheng was afraid that his sister would say something shocking again, so he covered her mouth and shook his head, indicating that if she wanted it, she should take it away as soon as possible.

Linga was not polite either. He took the thing in his hand, turned around and looked at Toyota Idemitsu from the high platform, and said calmly as if he was commenting on the characters in the play from the perspective of an audience member:

"Dreams are something that only come into being when you have nothing. Children know nothing, so they are so greedy. When they grow up, they think they know a lot and give up their dreams. This is a lie."

“People’s dreams will never end.”

"Study, money, work, family, interpersonal relationships... all the 'pressure' from reality will make people yearn for freedom more and more! More and more eager to be powerful! Isn't it?"

"It's foolish to fight 'pressure' and exhaust yourself. What you really need to do is like this -!"

boom!

Linga suddenly clenched his palms. Although the figurine was the size of an adult's fist, he could still hold it in one hand.

But what is even more terrifying than this is that just clenching your fist can make such a loud sound, as if the air is being squeezed to pieces!

Not only that, his entire arm was covered with bulging veins, his muscles swelled a little, and his skin took on an abnormally dark red color, as if it was about to come alive and break away from the main torso to turn into a muscular monster.

It was very similar to the situation when Lu Tian used "Liberation" before, but the range was limited to the right arm.

And the power is also very different.

Linga's "Ghost (Liberation)" is a "transcendence mode" that further taps into the human body's potential on the basis of complete liberation, starting at 101% with no upper limit.

Seeing this scene, most of the audience couldn't help but feel despair for Loren and others. They tried their best but failed to kill their opponents. Instead, their opponents learned their special skills and became stronger. Is there anyone in this world who can really defeat such a monster?

Unlike them, Rikka's eyes were sparkling as she stared at Linga without blinking. It was obvious that she was also shocked, like a child who discovered that Ultraman really existed in this world and activated the transformation device right in front of her eyes.

It’s more of a touch of emotion than a surprise!

Suddenly, a dazzling light appeared.

Full of fantasy.

That is by no means a false thing.

Everyone saw clearly that in the palm of Linga's open hand lay a crystal clear crystal, which emitted a brilliant and charming light under the lights in the venue.

"diamond?!"

There were many socialites and high-class people present, even some jewelers.

At this moment, these people who "know the value of the goods" would rather not know the value of the goods, because no matter how hard they rub their eyes or slap themselves, they cannot figure out why it turned into a diamond!

"Could it be... that it is a charcoal sculpture?"

Toyota Idemitsu, who had traveled all over Southeast Asia in search of strong men, suddenly thought of the souvenir he brought back from China, which was also a statue of Guan Gong that looked like a wood carving but was made of carbon.

In its natural state, carbon needs to be subjected to high temperature and pressure to change the structure of carbon atoms and rearrange them into a crystal with a stable structural arrangement.

According to relevant research, graphite requires a high temperature of more than 1726.85 degrees Celsius and a strong pressure of 35GPa. Only in such an environment can the black graphite be turned into a sparkling diamond.

Therefore, natural diamonds are usually created by nature hundreds of meters underground. Due to their scarcity, they are sold at sky-high prices until the birth of low-cost artificial diamond manufacturing technology.

But this does not mean that the diamond in Linga's hand is not precious.

Although it is also artificially made and the cost is almost negligible, it is unique and all gemstones and natural diamonds pale in comparison.

Because this diamond symbolizes the strongest "grip" of mankind!

It is such a magical sight to be able to mold a piece of charcoal into a diamond with just one hand.

The linga tossed the diamond up and down, causing everyone's heart to beat fast.

"See? That's what dreams are like. With just 'pressure', it takes an unknown amount of time and talent to transform. But if you have absolute power, it only takes a moment."

"As a man, I want to be the strongest even just once in my life."

"To be myself, without any constraints."

"Now, dreams are changing shape in my hands, without the need for others to spread them. This is proof that I am the 'strongest'."

"Just keep dreaming, Toyota Idemitsu. Dreams are more interesting if you dream them yourself. Even if you are going to die, just drown in them. At least this way you can die without regrets."

After saying that, Linga casually threw the diamond into Liuhua's arms.

"This is my 'signature', a 'special signature' that is one level higher than everyone else's signature. Unfortunately, it doesn't need any so-called blessings. Keep your thoughts to yourself."

He walked away without caring about Rikka and Jukka's reactions.

……

Idemitsu Toyota returned to the office with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

Also traveling with him were his secretary, Fei Wangfang.

As they entered, they saw a blond beauty with a leather jacket and a great figure sitting on the chair that belonged to Toyota Idemitsu.

"You are...Ms. Chrissie Wynyard?"

Toyota Idemitsu recognized her identity at a glance.

It's hard not to recognize that face because the owner is a world-famous movie star.

"It seems that my disguise was very successful. Even a big businessman like you couldn't see the flaw."

Vermouth shrugged and smiled.

I have to say that she is really brave. She deliberately shows her true face and walks in the underground world. No one would mistake her for the world-famous actress, but only think it is a nearly perfect disguise.

When she returned to the mainstream society, she continued to be active as "Chris Wynyard", relying on her acting skills and inertia of thinking to fool most people in both the mainstream and mainstream worlds.

Toyota Idemitsu had never dealt with Chris Wynyard, so he couldn't tell whether it was true or not, but the act of breaking into the office of the boss of a fighting group without permission was certainly not something that someone from the outside world would do.

No matter what secrets the other person has, just adopt an attitude that corresponds to his or her position.

"Fei, can I ask you for a favor?"

"Really... I'm not very good at hitting on women."

Fei Wangfang touched the back of his head and walked forward with a distressed look on his face.

However, Vermouth's simple words forced him to stop.

"I am delivering a message to the loser on behalf of the winner. Although my behavior was a bit presumptuous, it's no big deal to mess around a little in the lost 'territory', right?"

"As you said, ma'am."

Toyota Idemitsu pulled over a chair and sat down with a smile on his face, without any intention of attacking him.

"As Mr. Linga's agent, you can use everything here at will. I can even give you the ownership of the entire [Purgatory]. Although this is not a fist-fighting match, I respect the most primitive law of struggle."

"Is your hand okay?"

Vermouth glanced at his right hand wrapped in gauze.

It seemed like words of concern, but Toyota Idemitsu heard something different. The corners of his mouth raised into a deeper smile. His unique horizontal "I"-shaped pupils made it impossible to tell what his mood was. He looked like a doll, a figurine, or a statue, an extremely human-like yet inhuman dead object, which made people feel creepy after looking at it for a long time.

"Of course it's no problem~, except for going into space, this hand is no different from before."

"I think so. With your physique, you should have no problem even competing in a B-class fighter competition. You martial arts players are really scary creatures, from the boss to the players."

After making a joke, Vermouth got down to business.

"Let's get back to the point. Mr. Linga's original words were - 'I originally planned to take over Purgatory, but Toyota Idemitsu is a fool. Although he is a fool, only a powerful fool like him would do things that ordinary people dare not do and cannot do, so it is more interesting to leave Purgatory to him to play with.'"

"This is really... the highest level of praise, right?"

Toyota Idemitsu shook his head and laughed.

"'But as a winner, ignoring the rights of a winner is irresponsible for your own efforts and neglecting your own strength, so I ask you to bring your loser group to become diamonds and come to me for revenge.'"

"'The stage is set. It's the Kengan Fatal Elimination Tournament. If you can make it to the end and face me as your opponent, it will be enough to prove that Purgatory is the strongest fighting group in the world.'"

"'Look, the dream has come true so easily.'"

"——It's really hard for me to write down every word of it."

In fact, not to mention writing it down, even the tone and expression were imitated perfectly.

Vermouth’s outstanding acting skills made the three people mistakenly believe that Linga was really sitting in front of them.

"Okay, I've got your message. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first~."