Saint Seiya: This Gemini is a bit of a trap.

This was much more satisfying than what happened with Black Saga and Oni.

There are also Gemini fighting techniques in Black Sa's mirror image, but it's unclear whether his memory is damaged or what, but the insights he gains are fragmented and chaotic.

Jia Long spent ages grinding before finally getting his hands on a Galactic Explosion.

Now that the Mirror of Defteros has been delivered, it's a complete alternate dimension. His character and conscience are far superior to Black Sa's.

More importantly,

Jia Long desperately needs this fighting technique right now.

Putting aside the allure of the quadratic law...

During this time, Yura of the Peacock Constellation was constantly watching the little warrior from behind, so Jia Long didn't dare to use the Dimensional Vortex at all.

As a dignified spatial fighter, Jia Long dared not use spatial combat techniques; one can imagine his distress.

He even felt like he was about to become a "clothes-ripping" type.

Chapter 60 The Illness Erupts! 1/2 Saga and Shiryu's Father-in-Law (Part 1)

Chapter 60 The Illness Erupts! 12 Saga and Shiryu's Father-in-Law (Part 1) (Second Update)

Jia Long met Wang Long again.

In just over a month, Wang Long looked as if he had aged decades.

He was originally only in his twenties, but now he had a full head of white hair, a face full of wrinkles, and a hunched back, looking like a decrepit old man.

It's obvious he won't live much longer.

"Don't be surprised, this is the price for using the Dragon Soaring Strike..."

Wang Long's tone remained unchanged, utterly indifferent:

"Now you believe I couldn't control myself back then, right? After all, we didn't kill each other's fathers."

"Ah."

Jia Long nodded.

In fact, he had already believed Wang Long.

After all, the Lushan Sect is known for its reckless fighting style; taking off clothes, gouging out eyes, and punching fists with one's heart are all minor incidents.

Moreover, since learning the Lushan Fighting Techniques, Jia Long has found himself easily getting fired up in battle.

Hmm... I should say his blood was boiling.

The bloodline becomes violent when burned, which is probably a side effect of atavism.

However, he did not come today to ask about the issue of Beast Blood Boiling.

He wanted to ask about the mosasaur tattoo on his back.

"That's not a tattoo, that's called a dragon tattoo, a symbol of the awakening of bloodline power."

"In the vast world of fighters, gods, bloodlines, and celestial bodies are known as the three major sources of power. The cosmic power of all fighters in the world comes from these three aspects, without exception."

"As for the origin of the mosasaur pattern on your back, all I know is that it's a type of sea dragon, known as the dragon of the ocean, and one of the five elemental dragon races: heaven, earth, water, fire, and wind. I don't know anything else. If you want to know..."

"Only by going to the Five Old Peaks of Mount Lu to find Master Tong Hu, no one among the Saints understands the power of bloodlines better than him."

"Furthermore, if you wish to continue cultivating your bloodline power, I can teach you the Lushan Reverse Flow Technique of our Five Elders Peak lineage..."

Wang Long acted very readily, much to Jia Long's surprise.

"Why are you so quick to agree? We were enemies before, okay?"

"Because I want you to owe me a favor."

"Oh?"

Just as Jia Long was wondering what was going on, Wang Long calmly said:

"You can see my current situation. I probably won't be able to return to Lushan alive. The only things I can't let go of now are my younger brother Wang Hu and my daughter Chunli..."

“Previously, I sent them up to Mount Lu and entrusted them to Master Tonghu, but as you know, Master Tonghu is over 200 years old. I’m afraid that if he dies, Mount Lu will become a place of trouble.”

"And you are still young. In the future, you may become a powerful Gold Saint like Master Tong Hu. Someone like you, if you just take care of them a little, might be able to change their fate."

Wang Long spoke earnestly.

Jia Long was stunned and speechless after hearing this.

This Wang Long is actually Wang Hu's brother and Chun Li's father?

Wouldn't that be Zilong's father-in-law?

Only now did Jia Long realize that Chunli's full name was Wang Chunli!

"I have no interest in martial arts competitions at Mount Lu."

Although he was Zi Long's father-in-law, Jia Long still flatly refused Wang Long.

After saying that, Jia Long turned and left.

Just as Wang Long's face showed disappointment.

But Jia Long paused slightly as he left, and without turning his head, said:

"Wang Long, don't worry, your teacher won't die so easily. Maybe he'll still be as lively and energetic as a young man in the future."

"Also, if there is an opportunity in the future, I will look after Wang Hu and Chunli."

……

Leaving the cabin, Jia Long felt a mix of emotions.

Who says the world of Saint Seiya is all about fighting and killing?

It's also full of human relationships and social niceties!

Wang Long is a good father.

Unfortunately, Chun-Li did not embark on the path of a fighter.

"Speaking of which, this is Chun-Li, should we teach her a leg technique?"

Jia Long shook his head and gave up on this unrealistic idea.

Although Wang Long sought his own death, he did indeed die because of him.

Who knows if Chunli will go astray in the future and come after him for revenge for her father's murder?

"Galon, what are you dawdling for? Dinner's ready!"

After walking a few steps, Jia Long encountered Milo.

Miro has been very busy lately.

Once his injuries had improved, he was put in charge of treating the other wounded.

Several severely wounded junior fighters and dark fighters were almost stabbed all over by his scarlet poison needles.

But Milo wasn't happy at all.

Not only were all the seriously injured men, but he also had to treat Saga, this lunatic.

Saga woke up.

His words and actions became extremely strange.

This made the little fighters who used to envy him no longer envious at all, and they even deliberately stayed far away from him.

But Milo couldn't escape and had no choice but to face Saga head-on.

"I've never seen such a strange illness as your brother's in all my life!"

What kind of god-like man is he? He's practically a lunatic...

As they spoke, the two had already arrived at the ship's main dining hall.

Due to insufficient funds, the food provided to the young fighters was poor, consisting of only three dishes:

The dish is always salted fish.

There are two kinds of food: Eastern rice and Western bread.

However, you can only choose one.

Therefore, the only dilemma the little warriors face at each meal is choosing between rice and bread.

When Jalong and Milo came in, they happened to see Saga getting his food.

The tall, stout cafeteria chef, holding a spoon, asked Saga:

"Would you like bread or rice?"

"I want bread."

Upon hearing Saga's reply, the head chef nodded, put down his spoon, picked up the tongs, and was about to pick up some bread.

Then, Saga said again:

"I want rice."

"okay."

The chef quickly put down the tongs, picked up the spoon, and was about to serve the rice.

Then, Saga said again:

"What I want is bread."

"You... okay."

Knowing that the little fighter was not to be trifled with, the chef had no choice but to put down his spoon again and pick up the tongs to pick up the bread.

"I clearly wanted rice."

"You...good...rice..."

"I said bread, didn't you hear me?"

"I……"