The social phobia substitute will not dream of the band girl

"Kick, stomp, or hit me, just come at me. This is the limit..."

For the first time, Ping Xin felt that calling someone by their first name on first meeting was so annoying, even though he usually did that. Why was this guy so familiar? Even Ping Xin, who was not very socially anxious about men, was afraid of him because his eyes and words made people feel so intimidating.

Ouch, I don't want to watch this!

"Are you looking down on me, Ping Xin?"

"...You're so annoying! I just...saw clearly...saw clearly how far you've come—"

Facing Suzuki's questioning, Hirayuki continued walking forward regardless. Hirayuki would rather be with a strange woman than with someone who gave him a "give and take" feeling. At least both parties had more reason to keep their distance.

Whether we can win or not is no longer a simple question.

Fight or not fight, at this moment he could find countless reasons, so he chose -

"war!"

Damn it, Pingxin, I must make you acknowledge me and become my stepping stone to dominate the school district!

Facing the flying kick that came with a sound of breaking through the air, Ping Xin slightly turned sideways and dodged it -

"...Too slow. Leaving the ground recklessly will only leave you vulnerable without any leverage in the air."

Hirayuki kept his hands in his pockets, neither looking nor defending, but the mere words were enough to insult Suzuki. Fueled by his inner rage, Suzuki unleashed an unprecedented level of fury. But for someone so self-important, simply being attacked from behind was humiliating, let alone striking a vulnerable victim in the vitals.

The back can withstand attacks seven times more than the front, so Suzuki wants to hit Hirashin's back so that he can feel the pain and learn a lesson, and then fight him with all his strength!

Masutatsu Oyama, the spokesperson and founder of the Eastern Kyokyu Karate-do, where Suzuki Katsuo trained, and known as the "King of Karate" in the Eastern region, once advocated that:

Destructive power = weight x speed x grip strength

Why are fights divided by weight class? Theoretically, there's a significant power gap between fighters in different weight classes. Simply put, their destructive power and endurance are on different levels. However, this time, Suzuki's height and weight definitely surpassed the thin-clad Hirayobu. Just looking at his nearly 190cm height and the bulging pecs beneath his shirt clearly showed this.

What about his speed? Nine punches per second, enough to be considered a professional boxer in Ping Xin's previous life, and a pretty good one at that. After all, even the world record was only 9 punches.

Not to mention arm wrestling, from the time he started practicing martial arts to today, he has never lost to his peers in arm wrestling, and the number of times he has lost in his life can be counted on one hand.

So, how destructive is this punch, this punch filled with anger, unwillingness, and a man's dreams? The answer is -

0

Ping Xin's footsteps, breathing, and body shape did not change at all, as if he had never been in contact with Suzuki's punch.

Wha...what? How is this possible?!

Suzuki Katsuo was stunned. This punch had united his mind and boxing skills, reaching a level he had never reached before. And yet, this blow couldn't even make Hirayobu look back? Couldn't it even make his steps mess up?

But what cannot be done cannot be done...

"Damn it—damn it—damn it—damn it—damn it—damn it—damn it!"

Suzuki Katsuo fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face, sobbing and wailing like a young girl abandoned by a scumbag. No one could imagine why such a strong man who loved exercise and advocated for martial arts would suddenly do such a thing. Who could ignore such grief and indignation, such a tragic scene?

But the facts proved that not only was there one, but there were actually two people present—

"Wow! Pingxin Pingxin, how did you do that just now?"

Asuna hugged him excitedly. Pingxin brought her surprises again and again, and her favorite thing was surprises!

"...It's just a simple force dissipation technique, with a little bit of 'personal style' added (referring to the ripples). You want to learn? I'll teach you—"

But now that I say it, it really feels more comfortable when Asuna calls out her name. She's much better than the big guy over there. Brother Baoyu is not lying to me.

"Xiao-li? What's that? Is it the name of the move where you fly in the sky? Then I want to learn that."

Hmm... I didn't expect it wasn't the "Force Reduction" move, but the "Crow Flying Plane" move? Surely, to a simple layman like Asuna, such a flashy move is more appealing?

"That's just pure 'brute force', but I can give you some guidance on the form..."

As a skilled instructor, he could certainly offer some pointers on sports and martial arts, but it seemed he wouldn't be able to calmly communicate with Asuna in this state until he overcomes his psychological issues or his feelings deepen.

After all, the older the second brother gets, the more blood he needs to take away, and the more it will affect his thinking.

"That's Suzuki-kun over there. I want to ask you—

Do you want to learn? Learn all my techniques and inherit all my martial arts? "

Pingxin has already figured out how to deal with Suzuki. Perhaps this approach can bring some benefits to him, this area, and even the people of this country and this world.

Chapter 112 You are despicable now!

Do you want to learn——Learn all my techniques, inherit all my [Martial Arts]

Hiranobu's words resonated like thunder in Suzuki Katsuo's ears. Did he want to learn such an unprecedentedly powerful technique? A unique skill that could make his 120% full strength disappear?

Of course I do, I really do!

"Please, please guide me. I'll do anything—" Suzuki, already kneeling, fell to the ground with a deep bow, a traditional ceremony from Yan and Dong. In modern times, even formal apprenticeships often didn't require such elaborate etiquette, a feudal dregs, but it undoubtedly reflected his attitude.

"Then after five o'clock tomorrow, gather all the strong bad guys, whether they obey you or not, to Shengxiang Middle School. I think it's time to do something."

"You...no, you mean?"

"I want to unify the world and spread military power throughout the country, do you understand? Since people call you 'Nobunaga', my goal is naturally to achieve unification. Letting you go on like this will be irresponsible to everyone. Even if one Inuno group falls, it does not mean that 'they' have lost..." Ping Xin seemed to have some meaning.

At the moment, Suzuki was in no mood to guess Hirayuko's riddle, but he heard the key word -

"Did you wipe out the Inuno Group? Rumor has it that a man with a child single-handedly wiped them out. Even if the Inuno Group has shrunk in size due to generational changes, they are no ordinary force!"

What's more, that's the Yakuza, a legally existing underworld organization in the East Country, and even ordinary wealthy businessmen and government officials want to make friends with powerful people.

He's so strong! He's worthy of being called Brother Pingxin. He easily accomplished things that others wouldn't even dare to think about! It turns out that only by following someone like him can you accomplish great things!

"Pfft—child? Don't let her hear you say that tomorrow. She has a bad temper. Oh, and these words alone don't seem to be convincing enough... So—"

When Pingxin said this, he took his hands out of his pockets for the first time, then let his hands hang naturally and stood there motionless, with only a breeze blowing by.

“You…what is this?!”

Suzuki was about to stand up when he felt a chill on his chest. It turned out that his shirt was torn into pieces as if it had been cut by a sharp weapon, but incredibly, his body was completely intact, not even a hair was missing.

"Hakenjutsu—if I were to describe it...it's probably Iaijutsu performed with the hands, right?"

Hand? Iai? Is that Iai?

Iaido, the traditional swordsmanship of the Eastern Kingdom, is also known as the way of the sword. Samurai often needed to strike their enemies with the instant they drew their swords, a technique developed from this practice. Simply put, it's about speed, precision, and brutality, ensuring a single strike that kills.

Yes, this is Iai, there is absolutely no mistake!

If even an attack so fast that even the naked eye can't see it, leaving only the breeze of the retreat, and a sharp blow that can perfectly cut a shirt cannot be called Iai, then what kind of Iai is there in this world?

After destroying Suzuki's shirt, he was finally not the only one shirtless on the field, so Hirayuko nodded with satisfaction and asked Asuna: "Where's Karin, did she go to the bathroom? My shirt is still with her--"

That's right, the man who had just ruined someone else's shirt was about to get his own shirt back and put it on, leaving Suzuki the only naked person on the field.

Namo San, how despicable is this?!

"Kohana Rin said she had something to do and left first, just when you, Hirayukobu, were wrestling with them!" Ichinose Asuna pointed to the bad boys who had been lying on the ground for a long time and finally dared to stand up.

Pingxin looked in the direction of her finger. Every time he saw a place, the people there trembled with fear. Asuna, who had found new fun, started playing with it. This situation lasted for nearly a minute.

"My head hurts... I can't just go back naked like this, right?"

Pingxin Xiaoxiong spread his hands. He wasn't the type to expose his body to others. On the contrary, he was the more conservative and somewhat chauvinistic type. I'm sure everyone who's read this already understands this.

"Then I'll lend you my clothes!"

No, no, no, wearing your clothes will make you more worthy of the title of pervert, Miss Asuna! Heishin shook his head and refused.

"My clothes can be too!" Suzuki on the side immediately shouted without giving in.

Seriously, why are you joining in the fun? No one wants to put on a sweaty high school boy's uniform! At least not Hirayuma.

"Forget it, if you have time to deal with these trivial things, you might as well fix your power generation method... Oh, by the way, I have physical education class today, so just in case, I brought this-"

Ping Xin reached into his schoolbag and immediately found his target. When he took it out, the people around him realized that it was actually an ordinary long green sportswear with the word "Yan Guo" printed in large letters on the chest.

Although I used to dislike its ugliness when I was in school, it's actually really comfortable to wear. It's loose and light, yet gives you a sense of security. He often wears it during the day, whether at home or out for a morning run. Incidentally, he has about three sets of the same thing at home.

"It's actually 'Yan Country'... Could it be that Mr. Ping Xin, you are from Yan Country?!"

Yan State is the largest oriental country in Asia and also the country with the longest history of martial arts and the most profound research in martial arts. Suzuki, who is keen on pursuing personal power and hopes to suppress all enemies by himself, has naturally been fascinated by it for a long time. After all, many martial arts novels have also been introduced there along with the alliance between the two countries.

But unfortunately, it took him nearly ten years just to study the current several fighting skills and integrate them into one. There were also no real masters of Yan country martial arts in the East Country, so he was unable to learn one or two unique skills. If they came from there, then the "dissipation of force" and other messy moves just now would be understandable!

"Please, guide me, what was wrong with my attack just now?"

Looking at Ping Xin, who was wearing a green Yanguo tracksuit, Suzuki's expression became more pious, and his tone more excited. If a person's enthusiasm for something reaches a certain level, it can be called an "obsession." Then he is a true "martial arts obsessive"!

"...It's nothing special. Ultimately, my boxing technique is just a boxing technique that uses the power of the waist to quickly punch. In the final analysis, it is just an extension of 'personal strength'—"

If I really want to talk about it... let's wait until tomorrow when 'everyone' is gathered together. After all, an open class is always more lively when there are more people."

Even Suzuki couldn't help but yell in his heart: You out-of-context dog!

Pingxin, you are really despicable now!

Chapter 113 Come on!

After school, it was the usual tutoring session. Hirashin brought Kadotate Karin, Ichinose Asuna and today's special guest, Miganelle, to the familiar small classroom.

"Hey~ Ping Xin, I'm here——"

"Wow~ It's Nilu-senpai~ Welcome!"

"..."

After believing Ping Xin's lies and going to the local place to work, she found out that it was actually Ping Xin's family business. Even the interviewer was a maid wearing the same uniform. She knew she had been fooled at first sight.

Although she didn't know what the job of "combat maid" was, after hearing that she could learn various combat techniques, use weapons, and get paid for it "for free", Nel said -

Really fragrant!

In fact, since the day when Nobuyuki Taira arranged for her to go for an "interview" on the way back from his date with Meganelu, during those days, except for playing with Asuna and the others, she was receiving systematic combat training. Even yesterday, Monday, she took a leave and did not come, thus missing the rare scene of Nobuyuki Taira's unparalleled beauty.

Because of Nelu's natural talent and a certain "reason," her learning progress was rapid. Even her instructor praised her as a "little genius." Aside from her physical strength being limited by her size and weight, she possessed no weaknesses. She also learned techniques, especially those mastered by Hiraishin, with astonishing speed. She completed the basics in just a few days. Now, all she needed to do was to master them all and formulate them into [my style], which would allow her to become a master.

"So what about the sandbags you mentioned? This place doesn't look like a training ground." Nilu yawned. She had trained all night yesterday, so she slept until the afternoon today and was then called out by Pingxin. She came to the school to punch in before getting off work (school).

"Don't worry, don't worry. You have to practice martial arts and learn the basics. Only then can you be considered healthy."

Ping Xin stated that his power as the boss was unlimited, and then he single-handedly suppressed the red tyrant on the spot and let her sit on his lap to study. After the ordinary study session, the time was approaching the agreed time of 5 o'clock in the blink of an eye.

Hmm... there are a bit too many people. Could it be that all of them are so-called school captains? Looking at the huge crowd in front of the school gate, Ping Xin felt a headache. Fortunately, he had informed the principal, Jin Kirikiri, in advance and asked the high school students to leave the junior high school today.

However, the large number of people in front of him successfully triggered his subconscious resistance. In his daily life, he basically does not take public transportation such as trams, high-speed trains, and long-distance buses where there are too many people.

"Mr. Hirashin, I called everyone here as you requested." Katsuo Suzuki came forward from the front row of the crowd, his tone and appearance very respectful.

"Hey, Suzuki, what's wrong with you? Have you already taken refuge with this stranger?" The one who came forward at this time was a relatively famous guy. Although he was famous mainly because of his Mohawk hair at the end of the century, he was also considered a capable man.

*Does the one on the head count as one?

"Okay, classmate, I know you're anxious, but don't worry. Each school will have a maximum of two representatives enter the venue in turn. The rest will have to pass my test..."

"Who do you think you are? If you keep pretending to be me, I will—"

Another person who couldn't see the situation clearly came out to harass Lai Lai. Before Ping Xin gave any instructions, a thin figure rushed forward quickly and defeated the enemy with one move. The punch to the jaw was so fast, accurate and fierce that the scoundrel fell to the ground unconscious.

"Brother Yaze! Damn it... Let's fight them!"

A younger brother was shocked and angry when he saw his elder brother being killed instantly. He tried to encourage everyone to join him, but he found that there was a large open space around him and no one dared to approach him. He turned around and saw something black and hard hitting his head.

"...Gun?...Gun!" The younger brother kicked his legs, rolled his eyes and passed out. The two brothers lay in a pool of incontinence. Now no one dared to approach them.

"Oh my, I didn't expect you to be so weak. Are all the people here like this?" Ping Xin looked at the crowd. They were all angry but dared not speak out. No one dared to be tough in front of him, which made people feel disappointed.

"...Mr. Pingxin, please stop messing around with...this kind of thing. And you too, please stop deliberately provoking trouble to test me."

After saying this, Suzuki brought his most trusted younger brother Katagiri into the room, and was the first to respond to Hirashin's rules, leaving everyone here looking at each other in confusion, not knowing what to do.

"Hey, I just wanted to light a cigarette with a cool lighter, why did I faint——"

As soon as these words were spoken, the bad gangs present began to stir again. The fact that they dared not speak out because of Ping Xin's gun in his hand had seriously hurt their "pride"!

"But I can't remember if I took the right one when I left the house. After all, they all look the same. Can anyone help me try?"

My god, are you crazy?!

Everyone took a step back, no one daring to stand in front of Ping Xin's gun. They didn't know if the gun would fire, but now they felt like they were being roasted on the fire.