One person: Brother Wang Ye, I leveled up by rebelling!

Chapter 132 I've Been Watching You

After the bomb exploded, the air was filled with a pungent and suffocating smell.

The strong smell of gunpowder irritated his nose and throat. Zhong Xiao couldn't help coughing twice because his throat was really dry. He had only smelled the smell of gunpowder from firecrackers during the Chinese New Year since he was a child. This was the first time he had seen a real bomb!
Moreover, China has not allowed the use of firecrackers for a long time, so this feeling can only be described as a mixture of nostalgia and a little bit of intoxication.

After brushing off the dust raised by the explosion, Zhong Xiao's brain was a little overloaded. He didn't expect that Ryoma Irie, a traditional swordsman, had such an evil move...

I really like what a famous renegade ninja from an island country said:
Art is about having a big…explosion!
As a young man with a broad vision, Ryoma Irie decisively chose the great creation of human civilization between the traditionalists and the reformists.

Sir, times have changed!
Zhong Xiao used all his strength to roll the smoke and dust into a small ball of air. After all the smoke had dissipated, Wang Zhenqiu and Irie Ryoma could be seen.

The first thing that caught our eyes was Wang Zhenqiu, who had transformed into Sun Wukong. He was still standing, and it seemed that the situation was okay. Monkey King's indestructible body could still withstand a micro bomb. As for Irie Ryoma, he was lying on the ground and still breathing, which was a blessing.

"Ahem... Did I go to the wrong set? Is this still a competition? They're using hot weapons. Can I also pull up that damn Italian cannon?" Wang Zhenqiu coughed and cursed.

Zhong Xiao trotted over and saw that Wang Zhenqiu was fine, but he still asked with concern: "Qiu'er, are you okay?"

"Well, apart from a sore throat, it's nothing serious." Wang Zhenqiu took off his colorful gloves and exited the state of the divine mask.

The red mask on his face disappeared, revealing a dark face, as if he had just crawled out of a mine.

We have been professionally trained and generally don't laugh unless... we can't help it.

After seeing Wang Zhenqiu's face, although Zhong Xiao knew that this was not good, he still couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Ok……

"If your hair wasn't blond and straight, I would have thought you were the guy who eats watermelons and grows cotton."

Wang Zhenqiu grinned and punched Zhong Xiao, "I am a pure Chinese, a descendant of the dragon. I don't grow cotton and I don't like fried chicken!"

"...Ahem, a black dragon is still a dragon. The black dragon compatriots in Guangzhou are also fellow soldiers, right?"

"They are a—"

OK, this is identified as a topic that cannot be touched at all, success stops there.

"You should go and have a look at that little day. It really has the spirit of a samurai sword. Is it really going to perish with me?"

"I know that Japan often suffers disasters due to geological reasons, so I like the fleeting beauty of fireworks..."

"But I didn't expect that you could turn into human fireworks?"

To be honest, Zhong Xiao did not expect that Ryoma Irie, the sunny boy who looked like the protagonist of a Japanese anime, was actually a reformist who was chasing after Master Ding.

What did our Master Wang do to you? Is it that Furong Wang is still smoking?
Why do you have to plant a bomb?

Zhong Xiao walked to Ryoma Irie, squatted down, and looked at his equally black face. He was fine, and probably not disfigured. There was just a large burn on his arm. He must have protected his face with his hands during the explosion. It was just a simple burn and it would take time to recover.

Wang Zhenqiu also followed and looked at Ryoma Irie, who was lying on the ground, gasping for breath with his eyes closed, and cursed:
"Young man, you have a really bad temper. If you say you got angry with others, then you really did!"

He originally wanted to kick him a few more times, but seeing that he was injured, Wang Zhenqiu retracted his kick.

"Will you stay long?" Zhong Xiao asked.

"It's already like this. If you stay any longer it will be gone." Wang Zhenqiu replied.

Zhong Xiao: ???

Who talked to you? "待就不" means "Is everything ok?" in Japanese!
Zhong Xiao held his forehead helplessly. He had no choice but to send him to Jiang Longma for treatment first.

"This kid, he's only 16 and he's already hiding a bomb. Japan is really in danger. Is there going to be another hero who blows the horn of resistance after Yamagami Tetsuya?" "Is it because there aren't enough Japanese people on the Throne of Heroes? Why are they all aiming to leave their names in history..."

Listening to Wang Zhenqiu's complaints, Zhong Xiao was suddenly stunned.

Hiding a bomb?

yes……

I also want to be a bomb maker, but I'm worried about where to find explosives!
Isn’t this a good deal?

Get the bomb!

After Zhong Xiao and Wang Zhen carried the ball to Irie Ryoma in a hurry, a gym staff member who was watching silently smiled evilly.

"Oh my god..."

Interesting, this Irie Kodan seems to be a bit restless... It seems necessary to tell Mr. Tsuchimikado Hongming.

You secretly taught your grandson to learn Qi, and we have turned a blind eye to it. Since you insist on testing the law yourself, then we can't blame you...

Haha, in Neon, can you still make trouble?
The Tokugawa family has been watching you!

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In an ancient and tranquil Japanese garden, a gathering of the Tsuchimikado family is quietly taking place.

The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the stone pavement in the courtyard, reflecting patches of silver. Around the courtyard, carefully trimmed green plants were scattered in an orderly manner, exuding a faint fragrance of grass and trees.

The family members walked lightly into the courtyard dressed in traditional gorgeous kimonos. The men's clothes were solemn and elegant, while the women's kimonos were colorful with exquisite embroidered patterns on the belts.

In the center of the party, there was a long low table filled with exquisite delicacies and fine wines. The tableware was all top-grade porcelain, shining with a warm luster under the candlelight.

The elders of the family sat upright, their expressions solemn and dignified, while the younger generation seemed more relaxed and lively, but still maintained due respect in front of their elders.

Everyone was talking in low voices, discussing the family's history, the inheritance of Yin-Yang magic, and future development.

At this time, a respected old man slowly stood up. His eyes swept over everyone present, and in a steady and powerful voice he spoke of the family's past glory and honor.

In the corner of the courtyard, a few paper lanterns swayed gently.

The current clan leader, Tsuchimikado Hongming, did not sit down at this time. Instead, he apologized and left the table and picked up the phone. The person he was talking to was a spy sent by the Tsuchimikado family to lurk in Irie Gym.

"Oh? Is there any action from Irie Kodan?"

“Heh, last time I spared his life for the sake of the sword masters, but this time, he is looking for death again.”

"Just wait, the ninja killers from Mt. Higashi are coming soon..."

Since killing your son is not enough, I will destroy your entry into the Jiang family!

Irie Kodan, I've been watching you!

After a few more chapters, this matter will be over.

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(End of this chapter)