The Trainer's Way of Fighting

Chapter 366

In a daze, Cheng Che took the subway according to his messy memory, and then walked a short distance back to the home and fighting dojo in his memory.

Why is there a character written on the door?
Suddenly, Cheng Che opened the unlocked door and found a group of people in black suits sitting or standing in the open yard, looking at him at the same time.

"Boy!" The man in the crowd, wearing sunglasses, yelled, "Why haven't you signed the agreement for the sale of the dojo?"

What agreement?
Cheng Che took a step back calmly, only to find that his way was also blocked, "Excuse me, can I have a look at the agreement?"

A contract was thrown in front of him, he picked it up and opened it, the price column was filled with one yuan written in a black pen.

It cost 4 yuan to take the subway just now.

Cheng Che took a deep breath, "Hiss—can it be higher?"

"Hit!" The man waved his hand, "Hit until he agrees."

Someone punched him forward, and Cheng Che subconsciously threw the contract in his face, then kicked him hard in the waist and abdomen with all his strength, and kicked him flying, knocking him down.

I'm so good?
"Let's go together," the man's voice became high-pitched, "Just take a breath."

Encountered on a narrow road, the brave wins, Cheng Che rushed forward, jumped in front of a thug, leaned against the opponent's outstretched arm, nestled into his arms, and leaned hard on his shoulder and elbow like a mountain.

With a bang, the thug fell backwards, leaving half a gap for Cheng Che.

For the other half of the attack, Cheng Che accurately received two punches with both palms, and then folded them hard, causing the two of them to cry in pain.

Ping pong pong, the teenagers in school uniforms slammed left and right in the crowd, coming and going like wind, and it was the thugs who fell into the disadvantage.

"Master! Let's go to class," a little girl suddenly opened the door and stared at the chaos in a daze.

The man wearing sunglasses was hiding in a corner and shivering, and immediately shouted: "Grab that little girl."

Some of the subordinates who were still lying on the ground immediately turned around and clasped the little girl's shoulders and neck, "Cheng Che, surrender quickly, or I will be rude to this brat."

boom!Cheng Che punched a thug, his face was full of peach blossoms, he turned to look at the little girl, with purple shawl curly hair and cute face, she looked a little familiar.

Who is this little loli?When did I have an apprentice?
"Cheng Che," the tall man stood on a chair and shook again, "I've checked, this is your only apprentice, Acerola. If you don't surrender, don't blame us for being rude." .Ha ha ha ha."

The rampant smile made Cheng Che a little sick.

Thinking about it, I seem to know such a little girl.Usually he only acts cute, does odd jobs, is too young to learn fighting at all, what kind of apprentice is this?
"Master, don't surrender! We are not afraid of death!"

"Shut up." The thug who held her down immediately covered her mouth.

Phew—Cheng Che let out a heavy breath, "Give me the contract, I'll sign it, and let Acerola go."

"It's too late," the boss said with a sneer, "I've hurt so many brothers, today you can let you go if you lose one arm and one foot."

Ahhh, Acerola bit hard on the thug's palm, the pain made him let go for a while.

"Master, you can't surrender, heroes can't surrender to villains!"

Tears rolled down Acerola's immature face.

hero?Do I still have this identity?
What kind of hero am I?
His grades were bad, he fell asleep in class, was rejected when he proposed to a senior he met for the first time, was called a scumbag and a liar by his peers, and couldn't even protect his apprentice verbally.

Is there such a useless, aggrieved hero?It's better to call it a bear.

Pa, the bitten thug slapped Acerola hard, her delicate face turned red and swelled up visibly to the naked eye.

"You fucking!" Cheng Che's eyes were tearing apart.

Bang, someone sneaked up from behind, and Cheng Che was hit hard on the back with a wooden stick he found somewhere.

Enduring the pain, Cheng Che grabbed the wooden stick with his backhand and hit the man on the head hard, knocking him unconscious.

Pa, the thug slapped Acerola on the other side of the cheek, "If you dare to touch my brother again, I will give your disciple a slap."

Acerola was beaten so faintly that blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

How to do?
The thugs all around timidly surrounded him again.

Laura is in danger, and I need to be quick, like teleporting, and knock him down with one blow, so I can save Laura.

As they got closer, some people raised their fists, some went to pick up sticks, and some tentatively kicked their feet.

If I'm a hero, I should be able to do it.

Crackling - thunder and lightning are singing.

If I'm a hero, I have to do it.

Crash—the waveguide is surging.

If I am a hero, you all die for me!

The flashing lightning pierced the space, and the unstoppable fist hit the thug's chest with a hollow.

Blood gushed out of his mouth, and he was dead.

The golden lightning remained in the air, cruising around like countless small living snakes, and wherever it went, the space shattered everywhere.

The thugs looked at each other in amazement, looking for a way to escape like headless chickens, even if the boss shouted: "He is alone..." It was futile.

"Lola," Cheng Che patted Acerola's little head, "I don't know what's going on, it seems to be involved in some strange incident again, this should be a dream or an illusion, right?"

Acerola's eyes were shining brightly, she looked at Cheng Che with admiration, she covered her cheeks with her hands, she was so painful that she couldn't speak.

"I'm sorry, I'm leaving here," Cheng Che let go, "I'm going to save you in reality. If you guessed right, there are Qiao Kui and Na Zi."

"Hmm—no," Cheng Che smiled, "Maybe Nazi doesn't need me to save her."

Acerola nodded heavily.

"Okay, since it's a dream, let's try that trick."

Stretching apart, Cheng Che clasped his hands and put them on his waist, the power of waveguide quickly condensed, and a violent zhenqi bomb quickly took shape as his palms parted.

Afterwards, countless lightning bolts emerged from the palm and penetrated into the zhenqi bomb, and the two instantly blended together. A thundercloud appeared in the core of the zhenqi bomb, and countless lightning neighed in it.

The zhenqi bomb, which was still firmly controlled by Cheng Che, suddenly became unstable.

"It really is a dream, it's so easy to realize," Cheng Che said with a dumb smile, and then pushed forward with all his strength.

"Kame Pai Qigong! Break it for me!"

The upgraded zhenqi bomb, let's call it Kamepae Qigong Wave.Secondary illness, there is no cure.

Changing the relatively slow speed of the zhenqi bomb skill, the speed of the Kameha qigong wave is extremely fast. Wherever it passes, the void is shattered inch by inch, and the 'reality' is like a large screen being shattered, shattered into smaller pieces. fragments, the color in each fragment gradually dimmed and distorted, and finally disappeared completely.

Once those big hands in black suits were touched by the Kamehae Qigong wave, they stopped suddenly, like a movie scene where the freeze button was pressed. The wound was a black vacuum, no screams, no blood.

Then, those 'corpses' shattered and disappeared together with the space.

"Ahhhhhhh!" The boss of the black suits who was trying to escape over the wall turned around and saw this terrifying scene, and let out a high-pitched wail that could not be restrained, because the target of the terrifying sphere was himself.

Of course, his vision can react, pure light and electrical signals are faster than Kamehae Qigong waves, but his body can't avoid it.

Amidst his screams, the Kamepae Qigong wave reached his sideways waist, and then exploded with a loud bang.

Thunder snakes fluttered and strong winds overflowed.

But after only a moment, the sound and picture stopped, or the whole 'world' stopped.The world seemed to be overloaded. Starting from that point of explosion, it spread outwards extremely fast, and soon the whole world turned into black and white broken lenses. Only Cheng Che and the Acerola he was holding were still alive. color.

Cheng Che looked down, and the wound on Acerola's face had healed automatically.

"Master, come on," Acerola took the initiative to let go of her little hand.

"Ah."

wake up.

(End of this chapter)