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Hyō Kinji was not ambushed, but he was still frightened. Looking at the smile on Zenin Maki's lips, he knew that he was underestimated by his junior schoolmate.
"Hee, that's true."
The blue cursed power instantly enveloped his entire body, and sensing the increase in strength within his body, he kindly reminded him, "My next punch might be a little painful."
"It doesn't matter! After all, I think I'm pretty resilient."
Zenin Maki was not bragging. Because of "Heaven and Binding", the cursed energy in her body was extremely scarce, just like that of an ordinary person. But unlike ordinary people, she used her innate cursed energy to replace her physical strength.
Ordinary people have a low upper limit on their own magical power, because their parents' magical power is scarce and they don't know any spells. So the child's foundation at birth won't be very high, but there is a chance that he or she will become a sorcerer.
The so-called "heaven and constraints" are constraints that are forced upon one at birth, which are exchanged for a powerful force in a certain aspect at the expense of certain innate conditions.
In terms of resistance to blows, she is in some ways stronger than a panda!
Feeling his right hand locked by the nunchaku and about to struggle free, Zenin Maki confronted him today, bulging his arm muscles and directly clamping him down.
At this moment, my right foot is firmly held by my knees. Only my left heel can move, but this is enough!
He raised his left foot and kicked hard at his waist.
The moment he took off, Hyōjinji loosened his legs, and with veins popping out of his right arm, he threw Zenin Maki out. He looked up in the direction of his schoolmate, and chased after her with his legs.
He shouted, "Passion... is burning! Hahaha!"
"Tsk, you are worthy of being a senior. You have great power."
As soon as Zenin Maki landed and stood firm, she saw the senior rushing towards her. His sandbag-sized right fist hit her. In an instant, several punches were thrown out. Although they were chaotic and disorderly, they were easily dodged, but the wind from the punches had a frictional feeling.
It was like being rubbed by sandpaper, and it just grazed past, not hit.
What if I get hit?!
"Maki is hiding. It's hard to see her."
The panda was a little surprised when he saw Zenin Maki retreating and circling in the field. After all, with Maki's strength, it would not be difficult for her to exorcise a second-level cursed spirit. It was just that due to some special reasons, she was stuck at the fourth-level magician.
"normal."
Xing Qiluoluo reminded: "When Xiao Jin's fist hits someone, it hurts a lot. If you want to describe the feeling, it's like being hit by a baseball bat wrapped in sandpaper. The school girl probably discovered this and didn't dare to take it head-on."
"What the hell is normal? It's even more outrageous that he can express the feelings of the person involved with a nonchalant expression."
Everyone shouted in their hearts.
Xia Luoluo glanced at Xing Qiluo and muttered inwardly, "What's the relationship between these two seniors? GY? Hiss... Forget it, forget it, let's not think about it. This is not something I should be involved in."
The situation on the field became clear all of a sudden. Although Zenin Maki would counterattack from time to time, it was of no use to Hyō Kinji who was already in an excited state.
On the contrary, it was his punch that made Zenin Maki dare not take it head-on. The nunchaku was what she used during her daily training. It was not a cursed tool and naturally not as strong as one. After colliding with Hyō Kinji's fist several times, cracks appeared on it.
This gave Zenin Maki a real headache, but she also knew that she would surely lose if she dragged on.
Looking at the crack in the middle of the nunchaku, Zenin Maki decided to break it directly. Holding the broken part with both hands, she took a deep breath and launched a final fierce attack on Kyō Kinji.
The nunchaku seemed to come alive in Zenin Maki's hands, like a swimming dragon, flexible and swift, and the sound of it breaking through the wind echoed in his ears.
"If you can't defeat me with this move, then it can only mean that it's a problem with the weapon!"
Zenin Maki shouted in her heart, swung her arms quickly to continue accelerating the nunchaku, and swung the two sticks at Kyōkinji's shoulders and waist.
As a senior, Hyō Jinci naturally has the dignity of a senior. How could he possibly dodge? He shouted the word "passion" and stretched out his arms to prepare for the full-strength attack from his junior.
“Snap! Snap—”
The two sticks were swung up firmly, but they were not strong enough and broke directly.
Zenin Maki saw this and knew that he had lost. He threw the nunchaku on the ground, exhaled a turbid breath and said:
"I lost."
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"Xiao Jin is very happy."
Looking at Zenin Maki who had admitted defeat, Xing Qiluo Luo looked at the students beside him and asked, "Xiao Jin's passion has not yet dissipated. Who wants to go up and experience it?"
"..."
After hearing Xing Qiluo Luo describe the feeling of being beaten, Xia Luoshe and Yuta Okkotsu simply shut up and forgot about asking for advice on physical skills.
Are you kidding? Even the big sister Maki lost. Are they going to go up and deliver the food?
If it was just delivering food it would be fine, but wouldn't it hurt like hell if you got hit like this?
"Wangwangwang! (Master, am I coming fast?)"
At this moment, Shura came over with an iced watermelon in his mouth, and put it in front of Xia Luo, shaking his upright tail as if waiting for praise.
"..."
Xia Luoluo looked at the game that had ended and his dog's excited expression, and didn't want to discourage him. He patted his head and praised: "Xuluo, you run really fast."
Children will be happy when they hear their parents' praise, and so is Shura. If it were a normal head of the family, he would pick up the child, but Xia Luoluo was different, he couldn't pick it up...
Looking at the lively Shura, Xia Luoluo picked up the watermelon on the ground and asked, "Does anyone want to eat some watermelon? I want it chilled."
"I want!"
"Salmon!"
"Pandas too!"
Xing Qiluoluo looked at the watermelon in Xia Luoluo's hand, which was still stained with saliva, and muttered inwardly: "Can you really eat this watermelon?"
"Hahaha, do you want to eat watermelon? Take me one."
You don't need to look to know that the heroic voice is from Kyō Kinji. He was covered in sweat after the fight and his pants were already soaked.
"I want one too. Although I feel a little sad about losing, it's very fulfilling."
Zenyuan pulled at his collar, his face flushed, he hadn’t felt anything during the fight, but only realized how hot it was after it was over.
"..."
Xing Qiluo Luo was speechless. Seeing so many people eating and only she was left, she stood up and said, "I want some too."
"Okay." Xia Ri Luo handed the watermelon to Gou Juan Ji and said, "Thank you, Ji. Clean the watermelon and divide it into eight portions."
"Muyu flower."
Gojuanji took the watermelon with one hand and stuffed the scarf that was covering his mouth back into his neck. He held the watermelon with both hands and said, "Let the surface of the watermelon be clean."
"call out--"
The saliva on the watermelon rind dissipated instantly.
He continued: "Divide the watermelon into eight pieces."
The watermelons in their hands did not move, but everyone who was used to it had already picked up the watermelons.
After washing his hands, Xia Luoluo took two pieces and handed one to his Shura.
"Spells... this is a really interesting class."
Cheng Jinci looked at the watermelon in his hand and felt that it was not good to be treated by his juniors all the time, so he said, "How about going out to eat today? I know a restaurant with delicious food. As a senior, I will treat you."
“That’s not necessary.”
Panda said, "Why don't you seniors come over tonight and try Luo Jun's cooking. His cooking is delicious, at least better than 95% of the restaurants out there, and you can eat with confidence."
Yuta Otsutsukoshi continued, "Yes, and Luo Jun will be out buying groceries in a while, so why don't the seniors come over to eat together in the evening."
Hearing what their junior classmates said, Cheng Jinci and Xing Qiluoluo became interested.
Xia Luoluo was also wealthy at this time. When he heard them praising his cooking skills, his nose almost went up to the sky. He patted his chest and promised, "I will take care of the stomachs of the two customers tonight. I guarantee that the food will be delicious."
After all, he barely spent the 10 million he earned before, and the school paid him a salary of almost 300,000 (estimated by the author).
Although I can't afford those ridiculously expensive spell tools, it is definitely more than enough to buy food.
Spell tools are like magicians, some are good and some are bad. Anyway, he doesn't know how to forge this thing. If he really wants to learn about it, it will be after he reaches the special level.
The most important thing now is to prepare for the battle with Kyoto Jujutsu High School in four days. There won’t be much change in the training these days. Maybe we will just discuss tactics.
Although there is a sure win, that is to let Okkotsu Yuta go berserk, but it is not right to think so. After all, being strong is the real strength, and the rest can be dealt with after you can't beat him...
He took out his phone from his pocket and saw that it was already two o'clock. It was time to go out and buy groceries. He gently patted Shura's head to signal him that it was time to leave, and then said to everyone, "I'm going out to buy groceries. I'll leave first."
After saying goodbye to everyone, he left the school directly. Looking at the lush trees on the road, perhaps touched by the scenery, he couldn't help but sigh: "Ah~! Life is so tiring, but I don't want to die. I studied medicine hard before crossing over, and practiced every day after crossing over. The only free days were probably the few days when I was in a coma."
"I really want to pass out again... Uh, forget it, I won't get any benefit from it. It's more refreshing to complete the task and win the prize."
After expressing his emotion, Xia Luo opened the system panel and started looking.
[Host: Summer Sunset]
[Spell power: 850, quasi-second-level magician]
[Stamina: 20]
[Pupil Technique: One Magatama Sharingan]
[Ninjutsu: Fire Style: Great Fire Extinguishment, Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique, Psychic Summoning Technique, Substitute Technique.]
[Physical skills: self-defense, military boxing, free fighting, Jeet Kune Do, Maki swordsmanship (can be renamed).]
"A quasi-second-level magician..."
Xia Ri Luo muttered as he looked at the panel. He usually didn't like to watch this thing. Sometimes it was quite normal to watch it once a month. After all, why watch it when the points were zero?
Don’t you think you’re not nervous enough about gambling?
His body was almost in good shape after training, so there was nothing surprising about it. He felt that it was all expected. With his kind of life-threatening training method, even a skinny loser could rise from the ashes.
As for this Maki sword technique, it can be understood as learning the sword technique created by Maki...
Forget it, it doesn’t sound good to say it out loud, so let’s change its name.
"Let's call it... February Sword Technique. After all, I have been learning it for more than two months."
Xia Luoche looked at the renamed Dao Fa and nodded with satisfaction. Although he didn't know whether the name would sound explosive or not, he personally thought it had a lot of meaning.
Maybe every time I see this name in the future I will be able to recall the time when I was beaten, and then warn myself not to be arrogant. It is also more like not to forget this dark history, and warn myself to get back at it in the future.
Anyway, no matter which one it is, summer sunsets feel quite meaningful.