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

"Wasn't it more than a month ago when we reported for further studies?"

"Hey! Hibiki! You should complain about Coach Street Hero's muscle warning and pectoralis major radar!"

"It's obvious that Xiang has gradually understood the essence of muscle dao?"

Ignoring the chattering sounds in her ears, Rikka covered her chest with a vigilant look, as if she thought Jie Xiongming was a criminal.

"I have to state in advance that I already have a girlfriend."

Jie Xiongmingzao raised his hands to prove his innocence.

"My pectoralis major muscles will spontaneously jump when they sense a spiritual aura. I learned the name of Kotori-san when I was helping out at the shrine in my hometown."

"Have you forgotten, Kotori? When school was about to start a month ago, you and your sister went to visit the Makuhara Shrine. We met once, but you were so busy looking at the amulet that you didn't pay attention. But I also heard about the unfortunate incident that happened to you."

"I didn't intend to interfere in other people's private affairs, but today's chest muscles are bouncing particularly badly. I knew that you and Mr. Linga would come to our store to experience and visit, so I hurried back to my hometown and brought this equipment with me. I wanted to help you solve your troubles and prove the strength of our store to Mr. Linga."

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Although what he said made sense, everyone, including Linga, looked at him with strange eyes.

There are so many things to complain about that it's hard to know where to start.

"Supernatural...? You said she has a supernatural aura?"

After all, Linga has a higher ability to accept.

In other words, he really wants to witness something interesting happen.

No matter how outrageous or incredible it is.

Whether it’s true or false.

Be it a lie or a misunderstanding.

As long as it's interesting enough, that's fine.

"Yes, there is a supernatural aura about Kotori Yu. From what I know, Kotori Yu has a rather open imagination, and the reason is the unfortunate death of his father."

The topic suddenly became heavy.

Xiang and the others were no longer in the mood to complain or play around.

Liuhua's lips moved, as if she said something, but then she said nothing. She cast a pitiful look at Linga for help, hoping that he would interrupt the topic.

But Linga listened with great interest. How could he do such a thing to spoil the fun? Besides, he didn't think that a "monster" like Jie Xiongmingzao, who was so pure in his love for muscles and in some sense more reliable than a good person, would deliberately poke people's scars for no reason.

"Although I don't know what your plans are, Kotori-san, but I'm sure you really want to see your father again, right?"

Jie Xiongmingzo squatted down and spoke in a gentle tone.

"...Yes, I will definitely find the 'Invisible Realm'."

Rikka didn't dare to look him in the eye, but whispered in a very firm tone.

"Then you can give up the idea. There is no need to do this."

As soon as Jie Xiongming said this, Lian Xiang couldn't sit still anymore.

"Um... Coach Jie Xiong, even if you have good intentions, you should consider the way you speak!"

"Uh, sorry... I actually mean that there is no need to do this anymore, because her father has always been with her, so I can feel the spiritual aura."

Jie Xiongming's words are shocking.

Now, without caring about condemnation or questioning, everyone subconsciously focused their attention on Rikka.

Xiang and Caiyaka secretly took two steps back, their expressions extremely unnatural.

It’s simple, they are afraid of ghosts!

"You said... my father is right beside me?"

Rikka couldn't believe it, but she desperately hoped that this was true.

Facing her expectant gaze, Jie Xiongmingzao smiled and gave an affirmative answer: "Of course, your father loves you too. How could he not respond to you when you wanted to see him?"

In order to verify the authenticity of his words.

Without waiting for others to confirm, Jie Xiongmingzao stood up and clapped his hands three times, making the movements of visiting a shrine. He was meticulous and serious in his attitude. Combined with his priest attire, he unexpectedly gave people a solemn and sacred feeling.

Linga narrowed his eyes and looked around. It would have been fine if he hadn't said that. As soon as he heard that there was a ghost present, he felt that something was wrong. It was like looking for something, it was right in his hand, but he couldn't find it. It had to be reminded by others before he suddenly realized it.

This is a phenomenon that scientific research mentions as being related to the subconscious mind.

If ghosts really exist, they must be ignored for some reason, right?

Gudong!

Hibiki and Ayaka were trembling while holding onto Akemi. Akemi looked helpless but still looked around curiously.

At this moment, Jie Xiongmingzao put his palms together without separating them, and then suddenly exerted force with his arms, wrestling with himself in the form of static muscle training, causing the priest costume on his body to burst apart, leaving only a pair of briefs on his body.

The girls' eyes twitched when they saw this familiar scene, but they widened the next moment.

Because the clothes that exploded were like a gust of wind blowing across Rika's body, a translucent middle-aged figure appeared beside her!

"Ghost?! There really is a ghost!"

"..."

Linga raised his eyebrows in surprise. With his eyesight, it was not difficult to tell whether this was a mirage or an artificial projection. Unfortunately, it was neither. It was neither artificial nor natural.

Just like...Yuichiro Hanma who is lost!

"Eh?"

The reactions of the people around her made Liuhua's heart tighten. She subconsciously turned her head and looked everywhere, but found nothing.

"Why don't I see anything?"

"Isn't he right in front of you? A middle-aged man, about 40 years old, with black hair, about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a white shirt and black pants, and with an untidy beard."

Hibiki quickly pointed at the figure in front of Rikka and said.

Listening to her description, Rikka, who thought it was just a prank, was stunned.

Because it really fits the physical features of my deceased father.

Mingzou Jiexiong who was standing by simply stepped forward and spoke to the figure: "Mr. Kotori, I'm sorry to have you appear in this way, but I think this is what you want to see."

"No, that's impossible. I would be satisfied if I could see my daughter again and say a few words to her. I am really worried about her now, not to mention that there seems to be some danger lurking around her."

The figure shook his head, and at the end he couldn't help but glance at Linga.

Obviously, in the eyes of his old father, none of his actions were reassuring.

After all, the eldest daughter Shihua has fallen into the pit.

Unfortunately, as a ghost, he can't do anything just by following his daughter around in a daze with a few obsessions. It is thanks to Jie Xiongming that he can appear and communicate with people like this.

Facing the unfriendly attitude of the figure, Linga smiled indifferently, and the look in his eyes towards the figure gradually changed, which made the latter a little unbearable and avoided his gaze a little unnaturally.

"Is father really here?"

Rikka tentatively reached out to touch it, but in front of everyone's eyes, her hand passed through the figure, proving once again that ghosts had no substance.

"It seems she still can't see me."

The figure is visibly lost.

"Maybe it's because Kotori-san's perception of the world has deviated from the normal track."

Jie Xiongmingzao explained helplessly.

"If they are mentally normal, they can definitely see it, just like Sakura-san and the others. As for Mr. Linga... I think even if they can't see it, they can still feel it to some extent, so I won't use it as a reference."

Hearing this, Rikka froze in place as if struck by lightning.

Was she wrong?

In order to see her father again, she chased the existence of the "invisible realm", which prompted her to deviate from the normal thinking. As a result, when her father really appeared, she could not see him. It was so ironic.

The blow to her was almost as severe as the loss of her father.

"Remember what I said? Imagination plus power can create anything."

At some point, Linga walked up to Rika, put his hand on her head, and not only messed up his daughter's hair in front of her old father, but also stared at the figure as if he was examining some material.

"I'll prove it to you now."

“How to use power to make invisible things visible.”

Before he finished speaking, Linga took his hand away and clenched his fist. Veins on his arms bulged and he entered a partial "liberation" mode. The blood flow accelerated and the muscles were overloaded, just like the most intense exercise. His body temperature soared and he emitted bursts of heat.

Then, he swung his fist into the air, hitting the impossible-to-touch figure in the air!

Just before it touches and is about to be penetrated, it stops abruptly.

Did you realize that punching ghosts doesn't work?

No.

Ultimately this isn't a fight.

If I had to say it, it was an exercise.

Cai Yexiang, who runs a boxing gym at home and has trained several world champions, is very familiar with this.

Clench your fist and hit the non-existent opponent in the air.

This is called "shadow practice".

It is the foundation of boxing.

Rely on imagination and enough understanding of someone to simulate real combat situations.

Even if the other person doesn't exist, you still have to immerse yourself in it.

Every punch, every dodge, every dive, every move had to be carefully thought out... no, the thinking seemed slow.

You must show your ferocity as if you were in a real battle, you must devote yourself to the battle and gain enough sense of reality. Only in this way can you bring about the most realistic training effect!

What Linga was doing now could not be called proper "shadow practice" in any way. He was just swinging his fists, as if he was hitting an immovable wooden stake.

However, his strength can actually act on the wooden stake.

If it was really a wooden stake, it would have been broken by a ruthless punch, even if I had not practiced any decent martial arts.

Linga's fist stopped in front of the figure. Although it did not touch the figure, the air flow disturbed by the fist rushed forward with hot air, also penetrating the figure's body.

But, it only penetrated the surface.

The heat did not leave the figure's body.

in other words--

The linga used the heat it emitted to fill the interior of the human figure like a sponge, acting as muscles, bones and internal organs, and a misty man made of heat was depicted along the outline of the human figure.

Xiang and others were stunned. They didn't expect it to be like this.

Is this something that imagination can do? !

Jie Xiongmingzao opened his eyes wide, with an expression of amazement.

And at this moment, before the fog dissipated, the sensitive nerve in Rikka's mind, who was eager to see her father again, was touched.

Without anyone's reminder, the memory of my father's voice, appearance and smile automatically overlapped with the extremely familiar misty outline in front of me.

People's imagination is very scary. Even if there is only a outline, people can roughly guess what something is. Similar games, including some ridiculous brand infringement incidents, have fully demonstrated this phenomenon.

"Father……"

Liuhua's tears suddenly burst out.

He hugged him directly.

This time, there was no penetrating figure.

Because she imitated Linga's practice and hugged the edge of the outline.

The heat contained in the steam reminded her of the warmth she once felt.

It all feels so real!

The figure could only accept this with a smile and tears. After all, he also hoped that his daughter could completely get over his death and live the rest of her life well, ensuring that she was safe and healthy, and it was okay for her to use a weird method.

"I'm sorry Rikka, Dad has to go first."