Chapter 223

From Mao Zhizhu saying harsh words, acting cool, and being Chuunibyou.

To the start of the battle, and then lying on the ground motionless.

This process took no more than three minutes in total, of which Mao Zhizhu spent two minutes and fifty-nine seconds saying harsh words, acting cool, and being Chuunibyou.

The actual battle time was only one second.

After one second, Mao Zhizhu lay flat on the ground, seemingly seeing stars in broad daylight.

"Bad..."

"Seems like I used too much force."

Mizunuki Ryosuke secretly said it was bad, and finally could only attribute everything to "just practicing, didn't master the strength well."

"Originally wanted to try other abilities..."

"What a pity."

Mizunuki Ryosuke shook his head secretly, secretly saying it was a pity.

At the same time, he also sighed at the perversion of this move in melee combat; basically, if you hit a vital point, you would lose combat effectiveness on the spot.

No wonder Tsunade, who was not good at attacking in the original work, sat firmly in the position of Hokage by relying on a hand of Strength of a Hundred.

You know, the strength of Mao Zhizhu's ninja cat constitution itself was above humans, and there was the blessing of Yang Release special secret techniques, and the body defense was far beyond ordinary ninja cats.

If another human were to take this punch just now, I'm afraid the head would have been smashed directly like a watermelon on the spot.

For a time, all the cats on the scene, including the Hidden Mist Jonin who were watching the battle with the Water Screen Technique, were all silent.

No way, just this?

For a time, the Hidden Mist Jonin suspected one after another whether this cat was "throwing the match."

In the audience seats, several female ninja cats fainted directly on the spot, and the tears of several other female ninja cats had already reached the corners of their eyes.

For a time, there was no sound on the field.

Boss Cat looked at the apprentice who was knocked down by a punch, covering his head with one claw, his eyes carrying a bit of indescribable shame.

He never expected that even if he had instructed in advance, Mao Zhizhu would still dare to be so arrogant.

He naturally knew that Mao Zhizhu's strength should not have been like this, but he was knocked down by a punch because he was too arrogant.

"This human is really terrifyingly strong..."

Boss Cat said secretly in his heart; he originally thought that Ryosuke's strength only existed at the ninjutsu level, but he didn't expect that he would have such attainments in Yang Release as well.

Relying on his outstanding vision, Boss Cat could naturally see that the Strength of a Hundred in Ryosuke's punch just now was derived from the blessing of Yang Release secret techniques.

But at the moment, if Mao Zhizhu was really seconded by Ryosuke with one punch.

Let alone himself, even Boss Cat and the entire cat clan would not be able to hold their faces.

Seeing this, Boss Cat could only sigh secretly in his heart; it seemed that he could only intervene slightly.

Thinking of this, a trace of apology for Ryosuke appeared in the heart of Boss Cat, who had always acted openly and honestly.

But for the sake of the cat clan's face, there were some things he had to do.

"Mao Zhizhu, you bastard, get up for me!"

Suddenly, Boss Cat, who had been holding his arms and silent, shouted at Mao Zhizhu, who was lying on the ground in the arena.

Boss Cat's voice broke the silence on the field; his voice seemed to possess some kind of magic power. Under Boss Cat's shout, Mao Zhizhu, who was originally lying on the ground counting stars, struggled to climb up.

Although his pace was still like he had drunk fake wine, turning in circles in place with a figure-eight step, he was at least standing up.

On the opposite side of Mao Zhizhu, Ryosuke revealed a trace of a smile, but did not interfere.

He naturally knew that the reason why Mao Zhizhu could stand up again was because Boss Cat on the side helped.

Don't look at Boss Cat just shouting just now, but that voice contained the power of some kind of Yin Release secret technique, forcibly making Mao Zhizhu, who was in a state of dizziness, recover his sobriety.

Boss Cat and Ryosuke's eyes met in the air, and Ryosuke could see a trace of apology in the other party's eyes.

However, Ryosuke did not care, just laughed freely.

He didn't mind giving the other party a chance, nor did he mind giving Boss Cat face.

In the ninja world, it's nothing more than some human feelings.

Plus, Ryosuke originally planned to take this opportunity to experiment with other Yin-Yang Release secret techniques; killing Mao Zhizhu in seconds was indeed not the result he wanted.

A sparring partner like Mao Zhizhu was also very rare.

After swaying in place for a few laps, Mao Zhizhu, who was still somewhat indulging in the aftermath of the "concussion," finally stood firm.

The recovery ability of Mao Zhizhu, who had a Yang Release specialty, was naturally beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Shaking his head, except for his vision still being somewhat blurred, Mao Zhizhu could be considered to have barely recovered.

But at this time, Mao Zhizhu's "handsome" appearance had been completely destroyed.

Because his chin was hit hard, Mao Zhizhu's entire jawbone had been fractured, not only unable to speak, but his mouth became a "true. crooked-mouth war god."

Even on the top of his head, that tuft of bangs that was different from other ninja cats was now messy like pineapple leaves, looking somewhat inexplicably funny.

The recovered Mao Zhizhu looked at Mizunuki Ryosuke with a solemn gaze.

At this moment, he knew that Boss Cat didn't lie; the human before him was really strong!

·· Ask for flowers ·· ··

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Mao Zhizhu had actually lost, but the female cats in the audience only cared that their male god Mao Zhizhu climbed up again, so they were all happy again one after another, their expressions as if it were the New Year, and they still didn't dislike Mao Zhizhu's funny styling in the slightest.

Seeing the male cats around looking like they were mourning, they secretly prayed in their hearts for Ryosuke to come again with a punch and kill Mao Zhizhu directly.

On the stage, Ryosuke clearly didn't know that he had inexplicably become the "friend of male cats, enemy of female cats."

Looking at the opponent before him, Ryosuke raised one arm slightly and hooked his finger at Mao Zhizhu before him; the meaning was self-evident.

This time, Mao Zhizhu clearly did not underestimate the enemy again; seeing Ryosuke's action, he was unmoved, but suddenly hugged his arms.

"Shhh!"

With Mao Zhizhu's action, not only did his body expand to a height of five meters, but the muscular development of his body went up a level; at the same time, two more arms actually appeared at his shoulder blades!

Five meters high, three meters wide, and Mao Zhizhu with four arms, if placed on the set of Ultraman, would have been enough to win the title of "little monster."

This was not over yet; Mao Zhizhu suddenly stretched his limbs, and the hair on his body, which was now like steel needles, shot toward Ryosuke suddenly.

The dense hair was like a rainstorm, covering Ryosuke comprehensively without any dead ends.

Facing the hair attack, Ryosuke's face still carried a gentle smile.

At the same time, the Ice Armor revealed its majesty before the world for the first time.

Huge ice wings, pure white hideous armor, showing its unique exquisite beauty before the world.

Mao Zhizhu's hair attack could not play the slightest role under the defense of the Ice Armor.

And Mao Zhizhu clearly didn't think he could take down Mizunuki Ryosuke just by relying on these.

The hair attack was just a feint, and the real killing move was still the body that Mao Zhizhu was proud of.

Mao Zhizhu's speed, which was fast enough to carry afterimages, drove four sharp claws with terrifying wind-breaking sounds to tear toward Ryosuke; the sharp cold light flashing on the sharp claws made people feel a chill in their hearts when they saw it.

A trace of success flashed in Mao Zhizhu's eyes.

Under his proud four-arm combined attack technique, as long as he got close, it was equivalent to falling into a quagmire; even if the man before him could fight him in strength, the advantage of having two more arms would allow Mao Zhizhu to easily achieve victory.

But just as Mao Zhizhu's sharp claws were about to land on Ryosuke's neck, chest, abdomen, head, and lumbar spine, Mao Zhizhu's expression suddenly froze again...