nycdaug Chapter 282 Oliva's Big Meatball
Chapter 282 Oliva's Big Meatball
"Fuck!"
Luo Hao stared at the big meat ball in the arena and his eyes twitched.
"What the hell is this?"
At this time, Luo Hao heard Guo Haihuang's laughter coming from behind him.
“Hahaha…Interesting, interesting!”
"Hatsumi Izumi was caught by Oliva and put into the meatball. In this situation, Hatsumi Izumi should have no chance of winning."
Three minutes later, the huge ball of flesh in the center of the arena began to slowly stretch out, making a sound of muscles squirming.
"Gujiguji..."
Sure enough, just as Guo Haihuang said, as the meat ball stretched, Chu Jianquan slid to the ground like a corpse.
Judging from his physique, he must have suffered multiple fractures all over his body. As for whether he is alive or dead, no one knows.
The voice of Katagana Kaname sounded from the loudspeaker:
"In the third match of the first round of Group A, Oliva won."
"It's time to rest and clean the arena now."
"All viewers please wait patiently. In one hour, it will be the last battle of the first round of Group A."
After changing back into human form, Oliva took out the pack of cigarettes that Long Shuwen gave him from his trouser pocket.
He struggled to pull a cigarette out of the squashed pack.
But the smoke looks a bit miserable and winding.
"Crack!"
Oliva lit a cigarette for himself, then put his hands in his pockets, his eyes full of melancholy, and white smoke spewed out of his mouth.
Just as Oliva left the field, Hanma Yujiro was rolling on the ground laughing.
"This guy is so cheap!"
"He is really a wicked and mean person. I want to write a big word '服' for him!"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
In the A-7 lounge of the arena, Yudi Katsumi stood quietly with his eyes closed, like an old monk in meditation, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.
Suddenly, his eyes flew open, with a determined light flashing in his pupils, followed by a deafening roar, and he quickly assumed a karate forward bend posture.
He was very familiar with this stance, it was his usual supersonic punching stance.
"Clap clap clap clap..."
A series of dense sonic booms sounded, and Yudi Katsumi's hands punched continuously like lightning, with a speed so fast that it was almost impossible to capture its trajectory with the naked eye.
The entire lounge was filled with violent sonic booms, and even the air seemed to be shaking.
Finally, Yudi Kesi's arms slowly stopped, with wisps of white smoke swirling around the tips of his fists. It was a sign that the heat generated by the high-speed friction ignited the surrounding air and burned his body hair.
He panted lightly, with a hint of solemnity in his eyes:
"This speed is already the limit. This arm was given to me by Master Lie. I must cherish it even more and not squander it easily."
"Until we develop a supersonic punch that won't hurt ourselves, we can no longer use our peak punching speed without restraint."
He warned himself secretly.
At this time, the door of the lounge was gently pushed open, and Kato Kiyosumi walked in and respectfully reminded: "Master, the time is up, it's time to get ready to go on stage."
Katsumi nodded slightly to Kato Kiyosumi and replied concisely and forcefully: "Ichikoso!"
But in the A-8 lounge of the Arena, the situation was completely different.
The room was pitch black, as if even the light was swallowed up. Gana was sitting on a bench, wearing a black tight combat suit, blending in with the surrounding darkness, looking particularly mysterious.
His brows were furrowed, and he seemed to be engaged in a fierce inner struggle.
"Kuroki Gensai's strength is not inferior to mine, but he still lost to Hanma Yujiro..."
He whispered to himself, a complicated look in his eyes.
"If I can win this round, the final battle of Group A will most likely be between me and Yujiro Hanma."
However, facing such a strong opponent, Ghana felt unprecedented pressure:
"So far, I have not found a way to effectively limit Hanma Yujiro's strength."
"Knock knock!"
A knock on the door broke the silence in the room, and the door opened, and in walked Wang Wenzhengdao, the personal guard of Pianyuanmietang.
He is the predecessor of Gana Ka, the fourth generation of the Teeth of the Destroyer Hall. His strength is unfathomable and he is not inferior to Gana Ka.
As one of the "Three Birds", he is now Katagami Metō's indispensable right-hand man, serving as both bodyguard and secretary.
"It's almost time, eh, it's time for you to go on stage."
Wang Wenzhengdao's voice sounded behind Gana.
"understood!"
Ghana responded concisely, stood up from the bench, and passed by Wang Wenzhengdao.
Wang Wen Zhengdao naturally followed behind him, and the pace of the two seemed particularly steady in the dark corridor.
In the corridor, the silence was as heavy as lead, making it hard to breathe.
At this moment, Wang Wen Zhengdao broke the silence with a soft voice.
"Anything on your mind?"
His tone was calm, but revealed a keen insight.
Gana's steps paused slightly, as if these words touched his heart.
"Yes."
He answered simply, his voice short.
Wang Wenzhengdao seemed to have anticipated his answer and continued:
"Are you thinking about how to deal with the strongest person in Group A, Hanma Yujiro?"
Gana didn't look back, but just uttered one word:
"Yes."
Then he stopped, turned around slowly, and looked at Wang Wenzheng with deep eyes.
"Could it be that you see something special in Hanma Yujiro?"
Wang Wenzhengdao nodded slightly, and then said:
“I think you should work harder on the ‘invisible’.
Perhaps, that will be your breakthrough in defeating Hanma Yujiro."
Upon hearing this, Gana nodded thoughtfully, then turned around and set out on the road to the arena again.
At the entrance of the arena, Wang Wenzhengdao, a disciple of the White Tiger Sect, stopped and watched Gana's back disappear behind the door.
Ghana did not look back, but strode into the arena, ready for the last fight of the first round of Group A.
The air is filled with tension and anticipation, and a contest of glory and strength is about to begin.