Chapter 808: with translation of chapter title

NO. 177: Keep an eye on your capsule, wow, later I'll give you fur.

One of the common knowledge of the Jiemen area: Horse girls are very much in line with the mainstream group description of hot-blooded sports manga in Jidong.

What does this mean? To understand this common knowledge, you first need to understand a common knowledge of the manga world:

——Firstly, the hot-blooded sports manga of Jidong easily evolves into superpower battles.

Moreover, more and more sports manga do not hide this point, incorporating source energy-related designs right from the start.

——Secondly, once it evolves into superpower battles, the early combat level and late combat level will have an extremely huge gap.

And this is also the focus of this common knowledge.

If we were to divide the life stages of normally enrolled Treisen horse girls based on physical fitness, it would undoubtedly be:

Kindergarten — middle/high school life, start training/university preparation for further study or graduation, prepare retirement ceremony.

These three stages have a very huge disparity.

They are almost equivalent to the protagonist's initial appearance, mid-stage, and late stage in hot-blooded sports manga.

And after retirement, those horse girls who still maintain physical fitness and bodily requirements — they are almost equivalent to the out-of-place characters like the protagonist's father or mother in the early manga.

They are the kind of existence that serves as a riddler and a declining background ceiling in the early stages, only getting a chance to challenge when the story progresses to the later stages.

Unfortunately, Aomo knows several of these guys.

Even more unfortunately, one of those few is right here!

Ludaofu Xiangzheng, once the emperor who ruled the entire generation's Saichang, even to this day still awaited by countless fans for her comeback, is known to all as having an unwaning state — that is the result of the speed symbol early on building momentum for her.

Building momentum aside, the statement about her condition is true and not false, with no false components.

Aomo has considerable authority to speak on this.

He has a direct concept of the power index of high school horse girls, and even has information-level confirmation of the power of horse girls after university retirement, as well as a measurement of a single example — Zhouri Ningjing, this woman who occasionally gets angry enough to jump, impulsively lashes out without restraint, is a standard that requires him to borrow the power of the Rainbow Snake God to gain an advantage.

And now, he can clearly feel the power that Ludaofu unconsciously does not control, and it even surpasses that of Zhouri Ningjing by a notch!

Of course, this might also be because Zhouri Ningjing initially had no physical body, only using a material-simulating soul manifestation to fight, thus making her weaker by a notch.

Aomo is not sure which is stronger when comparing the two under relatively fair conditions.

But one can be confident that her power far exceeds the average value of adult horse girls at the information level.

Personal experience, bro. jpg

From a warm, soft embrace to high-pressure confinement, the change takes only an instant.

Aomo originally wanted to describe himself as boiling a frog in warm water, but the actual sensation was warm water turning into molten iron, scalding enough to pour you into a metal statue.

So fast that there's no chance to take off, tumble, or put up a shield — basically like a Hippolyte alien.

And his Ultraman brothers were still watching the excitement on the side, the leader even shaking his head with a sorrowful expression, turning to the younger ones nearby and saying:

「Jie De, see? If you don't pay attention, you'll end up like Aomo, becoming a woman's plaything. 」

「Uh…… shouldn't we save Lindon-san…? 」

「Yeah, I think Mr. Lindon can still be rescued. 」

「He can certainly be rescued; people with natural divinity don't die that easily, but he has to endure this himself for those girls to change. ~」

This bastard who ran away from Princess Emelana, still single to this day and flirting with an ultra-younger little sister, what the hell is he saying?!

Damn it, this team is totally wasting my youth!

In the dimness before my eyes, my senses, like those of a much more perceptive little Aomo, are filled with cursing in my heart.

But in the next moment, the pressure suddenly vanished, my breathing cleared, and the urge to keep cursing was overtaken by the need to gasp for air.

「Sorry, I wasn't paying attention, really sorry, Lindon. 」

It seemed I also heard Lady Ludaofu's unusually flustered apology, not sounding genuine—let me listen again——

——Just as he raised his ears, his ears were wrapped in woven fabric.

Then came another warmth and fragrance converging, carrying Bourbon's distinctive inorganic tone: "Computational judgment: If not Master, the president would be drawn into a malicious case of injuring a trainer."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but clearly this is speaking up for myself, yet Aomo detects a hint of deliberate design in it.

This kid… could she have such a black-bellied attribute?

「Uh…… indeed so, sorry……」

「Bourbon-san… actually managed to suppress that president……」

What are you sighing about, Miss Meter Bath? Could you remind Bourbon to flip me over?

Little Aomo, whose whole face was embraced by Bourbon, found even speaking a luxury, and breathing again became difficult.

But at least this time his consciousness was clear, able to employ some breath-holding techniques.

「Mipura classmate, you…… hugged the wrong way? 」

Right right right, that's how it should be said, good job, Aizhi-san, or wait, do I have telepathy…?

Little Aomo, once again belatedly realizing, discovered that he was fully capable of self-rescue.

But since it's all after-the-fact, this consciousness proves useless; Bourbon already flips him back like playing with a big doll, then holds him in her arms and says to Aimu Zhiji: "Correction completed."

「Hmm. 」 Aimu Zhiji nodded, then immediately approached with a stern face.

She raised her hand, then pinched Little Aomo's face.

?

No no no, is Lee in Gan province?

It seemed as if hearing Aomo's inner voice, that hand stopped pinching.

Begin to rub.

Is Lee in Gan province again?!

Watching this guy's stern expression gradually soften, a pleasant, even intoxicated demeanor unlike anything before began to surface, and even white-blue light spots resembling soul points scattered from his hand, revealing the fact that his sister was also attached to his hand.

Continue making a P face, his gaze shifting from seeing through the mortal world to that of a little Aomo devoid of any desire.

Finally, when he stood alone again in front of Chao Cang Lu, Sai Luo, and Jie Si Ti Si, he still had that P face.

Then, when the other party greeted him, he immediately launched a high jumping flying kick.

"Yo, welcome back——"

"Yo, you blockhead!"

It was a kick with the aura of a knight's kick, but the other party easily blocked it by raising an arm,

Sai Luo, after all, is a martial artist, so his reaction wasn't slow, but he clearly still underestimated the child in front of him——

——The child, after having his kick blocked, immediately launched a stomp, stomping the giant iron coffin that seemed to appear out of nowhere; in the instant of a horizontal follow-through elbow swing, with that demonic transformation showing a bit of childishness yet still fierce and powerful, he knocked the opponent's defensive stance askew.

"Did you pick the company I planned for you!"

The demonic transformation came and went in an instant, swift both in arrival and disappearance.

In the instant of its disappearance, he changed tactics again, smashing the opponent's head down with a pink little fist.

Pointing fingers, he said: "Still talking cool here, not coming to save me."

Then, as he naturally fell, the opponent reached out and grabbed his collar.

"You're not that strong, huh~" The other hand rubbed Sai Luo's head, his face wearing a relaxed smile.

He wasn't angry either.

First, because the other party threw a punch while dispelling the demonic transformation, which inherently meant it was just a scuffle; second, that punch didn't hurt when it landed, and he couldn't find even a hint of injury.

The force was considerable; that pink punch could knock him from facing forward to bowing his head, but that was all it did.

In this place where they could cushion an entire room for each other, Sai Luo's transformation into the Iga Chestnut Person undoubtedly represented the toughest body.

Again grabbing Aomo's collar, like lifting a cat by the scruff, pinching a snake at its seventh inch, shaking him leisurely, he said calmly: "Not using this strength to resist, do you still want us to help?"

"... Or maybe we should put him down, Sai Luo."

Merely watching, the Imperial Obedient Crown Prince felt that shaking someone like that was impolite, and he instinctively advised against it.

"Right, Mr. Sai Luo," the super agent who, although trained by him and fearful of his prestige, still held a good impression of Aomo, and also served as an interface, said: "Besides, there are other young ladies watching here......"

Although they had probably already lost face from all the hugging back and forth, Jie Si Ti Si still felt there was a difference between face and face.

You're making things inconvenient for others, so you're not much of a brother——

——Just as he thought that, he saw the boy's fingers flick in midair.

A light screen appeared, taking on a mirror-like form, as if it would suck the boy in the next second.

In the window beside them, the boy's reflection showed him again pulling out the giant iron coffin that had transformed from the bracelet via visual displacement, slamming it hard into Sai Luo's back.

It knocked him to the ground with a single blow, and then he casually sat on his back.

"......" x2

Now Chao Cang Lu and Jie Si Ti Si were both speechless.

But even so, Sai Luo had no intention of retaliating again; he just lay on the ground laughing: "Your move really reminds me of that mirror knight guy."

"Using this power is a counterattack concept, your helping is a siege‑breaking concept—at this juncture, can you help?" said Aomo, sitting cross‑legged on Sai Luo's back, then glancing at the crack at the edge of the floor and sighing: "Later I'll have to repair the floor; I'll go to the office to file for reimbursement."

He jumped off to the side, the iron coffin having already turned back into a bracelet, and then he glanced at the distant girls whose looks held various surprises, as well as the sole little girl whose eyes showed timidity.

"Mr. Chao Cang Lu, haven't you told Miss Mi Yu about your combat experiences?"

"That's not the same thing……" Chao Cang Lu, who also noticed Mi Yu, was a bit speechless.

Thinking that he fought to protect the city, while arguing with you two and turning a simple indoor scuffle into a weapon brawl, none of it counts as the same thing.

But Sai Luo kept waving his hand, saying: "It's the same thing, it's the same thing—go tell that little girl."

"Right, don't let her misunderstand the group."

"... Mr. Lin Dun, when can you turn back to your original form?" Xiao Lu looked at the child subtly, increasingly convinced he had indeed become a child: "His personality changed too much; I can't really adapt."

"You say that, but I also want to return to my original form; let's see how tall I can grow after a nap."

Hearing that, Xiao Lu's expression became even more ineffable; he stayed silent, weighing his words: "... Mr. Lin Dun."

"Please go ahead." Aomo, having slightly calmed his mind, regained his politeness.

"The more you sleep, the taller you grow……"

Although he was considering it, no matter how he weighed it he couldn't find a polite way, so he bluntly said: "Just adults' lies."

"...... Indeed."