Simultaneous Transmigration: A Fateful Traveler's Journey Begins in Mystery

"How can someone be so strong?"

Bang answered with a chuckle as he threw a punch.

"Oh, you mean this?"

"After all, sometimes I worry that someone might not be willing to lend it to me."

Chapter 32 Fighting Scholar Part Digestion

“You must have some special abilities, right?” Bang said. “I noticed you were using some strange energy when you were climbing the stairs.”

"Use whatever you have now." Bang felt himself getting more and more carried away as the fight progressed.

I haven't felt this way in a long time.

In his youth, when he was still known as "Blood Wind," he was a pure martial arts fanatic.

Although his longing for "love" was later awakened by his beloved older brother's "Iron Fist of Love," his deep-seated enjoyment of "martial arts" will never change.

Since his disciple defected, he hadn't had such a satisfying fight in a long time.

Morion has a good foundation in fighting and even better physical fitness. He only needs to hold back a little to have a lot of fun.

However, it still falls short.

He wanted to see Moraine's hand and also wanted to be more open-minded.

But Morion shrugged during the gap in his block.

"Forehead……"

"I've converted everything into physical fitness."

"..."

"Really."

"That's good, health is the foundation of everything."

Bang's fist came from an unexpected direction once again, and Morion barely managed to block it.

This "test of basic knowledge" continues, with Moraine pondering as he plays.

In this idealistic world, where exactly can one obtain "idealistic power"?

Like meditating in a mysterious world, Aha?

No, he doesn't believe in God at all.

Or should we simply embrace the ideal of "self"?

That feels too broad.

He is the king insect of breeding, so what if he directly believes in the ideal of "clan"?

But Morion didn't think he could be such a responsible person at all...

Moraine came up with one option after another, and then rejected them again and again.

He always felt that those things were just not quite right.

The "test" between Moraine and Bangu continues.

As fists rained down, Moraine seized the opportunity to grab Bang's wrist, twisted his waist, turned his back, and threw him over his shoulder.

Bangu's feet left the ground and he was thrown out, but he easily braced himself with one hand before landing.

Looking into Bang's eyes, Morion suddenly realized something for a moment.

Why worry about so much?

Isn't it enough for me to have fun?

Mori's lips curled into a smile.

Yeah, as long as I have fun, that's enough.

He crouched down, stretched his right hand behind him, raised his left hand to grab the mask, pulled it off, and slapped it onto his right hand.

The mask slapped against his palm and shattered into tiny specks of light, which then transformed into an orange-red light that covered his hand.

Is it time to hand in the paper?

Bang saw Morion's actions and understood.

He raised his hands, grabbed his collar, and pulled it to both sides.

stab.

His clothes were ripped open, revealing a muscular physique and numerous wounds that seemed completely out of character for his age.

“Let me see your last big question,” Bang said.

"Master is actually serious?" Chalanzi grabbed her hair in shock. "For someone who came from who-knows-where?"

“Okay.” Morion replied, using his palm as a blade to slash at Bang.

Bangu also threw a punch, the force of which meandered like a stream.

brush!

Pfft!

Their bodies passed each other.

Moraine slowly turned around and touched her face.

Blood was flowing down his face.

A shallow cut appeared on the side of his face.

At the last moment, Bang lost control of his strength slightly, and the force of his punch grazed Morion's face.

Moraine straightened up, slowly turned around, and looked at Bang.

"Good lad..."

Bang, with his head down, turned around two seconds later than Morion.

He held his left hand in front of his chest, the muscles in his hand taut.

A bloody line was drawn diagonally across his left arm, from the back of his hand to his elbow.

"How is this possible!" Chalanzi felt shocked several times more than usual today. "This person actually managed to hurt Master!"

"The sky has fallen!"

Although Bang was clearly not using his full strength, this was the first time, apart from Garou, that Charanko had ever seen someone who could fight Bang to a standstill in terms of pure martial arts.

As for injuring Bang, even Garou, who had previously fought his way through the entire dojo, couldn't have done that.

On the other side, the mosquito woman, not far from him, had a slightly flushed face and licked her lips.

Morion was injured, and crimson blood flowed from the wound on the side of his face.

Mosquito Girl knelt on the spot, looking at Morion, feeling her lips were a little dry, so she pursed them.

She couldn't help but reminisce about what had just happened not long ago.

That was truly the most delicious blood she had ever tasted.

The feeling of your whole body being torn apart and then put back together after the blood enters your throat...

The skin's surface was torn open with cracks that then fused back together, leaving behind fluorescent patterns; the originally sickle-shaped limbs were forcefully twisted and deformed, becoming human-like hands and feet...

That feeling was indeed very painful, but now when I think back on it, I only feel that those few drops of blood are incredibly memorable.

Just thinking about that taste made her face flush even more.

I really want to experience that taste again...

She got up from the tatami mat and jogged over to Morion.

"What are you doing?" Morion looked at her in confusion.

He saw Mosquito Girl holding a few tissues, carefully wiping Morion's face, cleaning away the drops of blood seeping from the scratches on his face.

"Did you take the wrong medicine?" Moraine asked suspiciously. "What did Chalanzi give you? You should eat less food given to you by strangers in the future."

Although he used his own blood to transform Mosquito Girl into his familiar, he did not directly distort her mind.

Mosquito Girl shouldn't have this kind of fawning personality.

But soon, Moraine realized she had been overthinking things.

He saw the woman remove the tissue from his face, then immediately throw him back down and excitedly run back to her original spot to sit down again.

Oh no, I've become part of her play.

Morion pursed his lips, glanced at Bang who was watching the show with a smile across the way, and gently raised his left hand, a sneer mask in orange reappearing in his hand.

Moraine slowly put it back on her face, covering her entire face.

He sensed the partial digestion of the potion.

The role of a "fighting scholar" involves not only "learning fighting" but also learning and gaining insights through fighting.

"You may be old, but you're not young at heart," Moraine smiled from behind his mask. "So? What do you mean?"

Did I pass the entrance exam?

Bang looked at Morion with a smile.

"Of course, you did quite well."

"Congratulations, you have won a 'scholarship'."

"From now on, you can stay here with a tuition fee of 'one hundred yuan per month'."

"Hmm... room and board included."

Bang still held up the hand that Morion had slashed, its muscles taut.

"Oh, by the way, by the way."

Bangu relaxes his muscles.