Tokyo Wrestler

A tough stance!

The right fist, imbued with added injury, showed no mercy and slammed fiercely towards the little monk's head.

Trade wounds for wounds!

hum!

The young monk seemed a little dazed by the punch, his eyes slightly unfocused.

Taking advantage of his momentary daze, Sett quickly pulled out his left arm, whose elbow joint was already deformed and dislocated. As he backed away, he glanced at the little monk's shiny bald head and the right fist he had just punched.

On the fair scalp, there were specks of swollen blood, but more often, there was a faint golden sheen.

The defenses were breached, but not by much!

Is this what he called the Golden Body? It's fucking tough... Sett couldn't help but curse inwardly.

but.

Sett also glanced down at his health bar and the white "Heroism" value below it.

The values ​​above are now:

[Generosity Value: 83 points]

His deliberate, powerful punch was just waiting!

Chapter 26 A Deliberate, Powerful Punch!

"Amitabha, benefactor, you should stop."

Despite his head buzzing, the young monk Shimizu Shirafu did not continue the pursuit. Instead, he put his hands together and offered some words of advice.

Not only that, even the slightly overweight referee looked at Sett, seemingly asking with his eyes whether to suspend him, and the audience below held their breath...

Anyone with eyes could see that with Sett's left arm twisted like that, it would be difficult for him to continue fighting.

"How hypocritical... You exude an air of superiority... Let me guess what you're thinking: that you've already reached my limit with just a slight movement? That you can easily defeat me?"

Sett, unhurried, countered with a question.

Shimizu Shirafu still clasped his hands together and nodded, saying, "You misunderstand, benefactor. I simply do not wish to see you suffer any more pain."

“Heh…” Sett said, “See how arrogant and selfish you are? If you really had such a kind heart from the beginning, why did you come to fight in underground boxing matches?”

Shimizu Shirafu looked up and explained:

"My travels require money, and besides, the underground boxing ring is full of ruthless thugs..."

Seti interrupted, "Didn't you just say I was a kind and benevolent person? How come I've suddenly become a vicious villain?"

"To harm good people for one's own selfish desires—isn't that a manifestation of selfishness?"

Shimizu Shirafu could barely keep his hands clasped together this time, and quickly said, "But that's how my senior brothers do it!"

"Are the things my senior brothers did right?"

The young monk remained silent, and Sett, drawing on his past life's cynical workplace wisdom, gently and patiently guided him:

"Everyone is born a unique individual. What others can do, you may not be able to do, and what others cannot accomplish, you may be able to accomplish."

"This is the meaning of everyone's birth. You still need to think more independently, my child."

The naive young monk, Shimizu Shirafu, had never seen anything like this before. Hearing their words, he seemed to understand, and the more he thought about it, the more sense it made. He quickly nodded and said:

“Your words have enlightened this humble monk!”

"No wonder I've been stuck here for so long. It's not that I haven't worked hard enough or that I'm not talented. It's just that the path of those who came before is ultimately their path. My own path must be forged by myself."

"Ah, right, right." Sett nodded frantically. "You understand."

The young monk, Shimizu Shirafu, bowed even more respectfully and said, "My master once said, 'Among three people walking together, there must be one who can teach me...' I hope you will enlighten me on how to resolve this dilemma."

This kid is hopeless... The slightly overweight referee, who had heard the whole story, looked at the little monk with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot.

Sett pondered for a moment and asked:

How much money do you still need for your travels?

“One million is enough,” Shimizu Shirafu replied truthfully.

Seti said, "How about this, even if I win this underground boxing match, I'll only earn 200 million hard-earned money. You just admit defeat, I'll lose some, and I'll give you all the money I've earned. We'll shake hands and talk things over, just like we're making friends."

"I'll treat you to a big meal later. All you have to do is tell me more about your temple... Wouldn't it be wonderful to resolve this peacefully?"

After considering the best solution, the young monk Shimizu Shirofu was overjoyed and immediately agreed.

But at this moment...

He keenly sensed the suppressed laughter of the spectators near the barbed wire fence, and when he looked up, he saw the slightly chubby referee next to him looking at him with the same expression as if he were a silly child.

After a moment's hesitation and deep thought, he suddenly realized!

He'd been tricked... Shimizu Shirofu wasn't stupid either. He re-established his offensive stance and said:

"This humble monk still believes that my fellow disciples are not wrong. Since you are unwilling to admit defeat, then don't blame this humble monk for bullying the injured!"

Tsk tsk, he didn't manage to fool him... But Sett wasn't disappointed, after all, he was just stalling for time!

As the health bar is fully restored.

Sett grabbed his deformed, externally rotated left arm and pulled it inward. With a snap, the bone returned to its original position, and the elbow joint was restored!

The slightly overweight referee wisely stepped back half a step.

The surrounding audience erupted in cheers when they saw Sett so fiercely pull his deformed left arm back into place, and the entire arena was filled with praise for "Sett".

Seti moved his still-flexible left arm and glanced at the conspicuous red swelling on the little monk's shiny head.

The difference in their recovery is obvious!

Sett also assumed a basic boxing stance and said, "Let's continue!"

Following the same method, the young monk Shimizu Shirafu rushed forward and was the first to close the distance with Sett.

Realizing how agile his opponent was, Sett did not act rashly.

Just as the little monk's straight punch was about to land, Sett suddenly lowered his center of gravity, dodging while simultaneously delivering a left punch to the little monk's armpit.

Although the young monk caught a glimpse of Sett's counterattack out of the corner of his eye, he not only did not dodge, but instead, while retracting his straight punch, he turned his fist into an elbow and pressed down to counterattack Sett.

As for Sett's attack, he planned to use his invulnerability to withstand it.

boom!

Sett's left fist landed first.

The little monk's planned elbow strike was a step too late... because Sett's huge left punch caused the little monk's entire right arm to go numb instantly.

Invulnerability to Golden Body Defense!

how come?

The young monk couldn't understand it; Sett's left fist clearly couldn't break through his golden body at all!

Sett certainly wasn't going to pass up such a good opportunity.

The pale golden light on the left fist slowly dissipated, while the pale golden right fist suddenly returned.

Yes, the left fist was able to break through the little monk's golden body because he had already activated his first skill, Subduing the Intimidation, before he could use it!

Sett then followed up with the increased damage and speed from his passive, Tough Wrist.

Whoosh—Bang!

His punches were as powerful as dragons.

Sett's most destructive right punch unleashed its full power on the little monk's abdomen!

“Ugh”

The little monk's golden body, which was covered by the skin, could no longer withstand Sett's right fist, which dealt percentage-based damage and had passive damage amplification.

His flat stomach was slammed into a dent, his body was drenched in sweat, and he involuntarily arched his back and gagged, almost vomiting.

Sett faced no obstacles.

With constantly changing footwork, his latissimus dorsi muscles on both sides contracted and relaxed continuously, and countless fists bombarded Shimizu Shirofu's body just like when he faced a sandbag in the corner during training!

Bang bang bang bang bang bang €€€€

The barrage of punches forced Shimizu Shirafu to retreat steadily.

Even with the golden body of the Dharma assembly covering his body, his body still inevitably turned red, and his capillaries and skin inevitably broke, with tiny drops of blood gradually seeping out and staining Sett's fists.

Damn, that's hard... Sett's fists were gradually going numb, and if he weren't wearing thin leather gloves, they would probably be turning red by now.

The bombing lasted for a long time.

Despite his excruciating pain, the young monk Shimizu Shirafu gradually recovered. His lifelong spiritual practice enabled him to make the wisest judgment even in his current dire state.

His shiny bald head gleamed with gold paint, and then he rammed it into Sett's head!

hum! !

Even Sett was left with a buzzing head from such close contact with a bald, glowing man.