Curse Return: Do I have to be a spellcaster as a member of the Heilongjiang Ministry?

"No, I have no intention of hugging a man."

So strong!

When he actually started fighting with Fushiheji, Atobe Kageze realized how shallow his understanding of "Heaven and Curse" was.

——This guy's physical fitness is simply beyond the limits that normal people can imagine.

Without the use of magic, Atobe Keizawa himself, no, it should be said that he and his two classmates would not be enough to deliver food to Tian and Tyrant.

The blond conjurer was lying on his back in a state of disgrace, with his left leg bent outward abnormally. His forehead, corners of his eyes, and corners of his mouth were all stained with blood, and the nosebleeds that had been wiped carelessly spread from his nose to the side of his face.

The clothes all over his body were almost in tatters, the exposed skin was covered with blue-black bloodstains, and even a small section of his golden bangs was broken off.

Looking further, the surrounding ground is full of potholes, and there are remnants of Atobe Kageze's spell everywhere. The warm white spell clings to the air and stimulates it violently.

Most of the surrounding trees were blown apart, leaving half bare trunks and branches. The leaves in the deep forest escaped the withering yellowness of winter, but they still could not escape the fate of being scattered and crushed.

At first glance, within a radius of ten meters, only the area where Atobe Keizawa was lying still barely maintained the prototype of the earth.

Nuclear bombs are just that.

Chanyuan Jier squatted above his head, his strong body casting a shadow. He clicked his tongue twice with a half-smile, "Hey kid, how does it feel to spend money and get beaten every day?"

The time for the body to reach its limit came so quickly. Atobe Kagezawa was breathing heavily and had no energy to pay attention to the man's trash talk. He tried his best to calm down his breathing, and his eyes were fixed on the empty eyes of a pair of dead fish. Mid-air, my overloaded lungs hurt as if they were going to explode.

"Hello? Are you still alive? You can't be beaten so easily, can you?" Fushiguro slapped Atobe Kagezawa's cheek harshly, with a gentle and gentle hand that made people irritated.

"...I will definitely beat you up next time." Atobe Keizawa muttered bitterly.

"Yes~yes~ maybe I will be merciful next time if you cry." Fuhei Shi'er said with a trace of teasing, but he didn't pay much attention to it. The boy kept saying that he wanted to beat himself up, but why didn't he go back to find him crying every day? doctor?

It's just that this kid is indeed a good young man. In less than twenty days, he has gone from being unable to fight back at the beginning to now being able to fight back and forth.

Is he worthy of being a genius?

Fuhei raised his eyebrows coolly and looked at the young college boy covered in blood and bruises with interest, his huge spell power, his increasingly sophisticated fighting skills, and the half-hidden mysterious techniques. .

Ha, it is simply a completely different existence from myself.

Oh, by the way, he is also very rich, so rich that he is willing to spend time playing house with him here.

"If you are free, please send me back to the high school." Atobe Keizawa emphasized the word "free".

Everything is brought on by oneself, everything! All! ask for it!

Atobe Keizawa gritted his teeth and said silently three times in his heart not to argue with Fushiguro Shiji. Although he lost miserably, he gained something at least, and the transaction was neither a loss nor a loss.

"No, I have no intention of hugging a man."

"It's not the first time. I will pay for it afterwards."

"Tsk." Only a fool can't get along with money. Fuheishier made two gestures above the young man, and finally chose to carry the person on his shoulders, stepped on the broken branches, and set off towards the high school with an attitude of not caring about people's life and death. , the movements are so skillful that it’s chilling.

After all, this is practice that comes with money making skills.

The tattered boy couldn't help but cough up another mouthful of blood. He hung on Fuheishier's body like a sack, with his stomach and broken ribs pressing against his hard shoulders. The crushing feeling was almost overwhelming. The extent of secondary damage.

He estimated that his left leg, ribs, and hand bones were 100% fractured to varying degrees, and his internal organs were probably not intact. His entire lungs were like bellows with holes, and every breath carried a Bloody Son, it is conservatively estimated that he has lost 80% of his mobility.

——And all of this is just the result of less than forty minutes of fighting against Fuhe Shi'er.

If it hadn't been for a wealthy family, I'm afraid this restaurant would have already opened.

Thinking of the glass, Atobe Kagezawa had a wry smile on his lips. He had only been back from England for half a month, and this was already the fourteenth time he had asked her for help with treatment.

At the very beginning, when she saw the seriously injured self suddenly appearing in front of her eyes, Iaji Nizi was so frightened that she lost her soul. After some hard work, she accepted the fact that she was training and kept it a secret for herself.

It was not necessary to hide it from Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie, but even if it was just training, if they knew that they were being beaten seriously every day, no one would be able to stop them from going crazy.

It is better to do less than to do more. Moreover, although the beating is real, the progress is also real.

At least it can last from ten minutes to forty minutes in the hands of Fushiki Shir, which is really satisfying.

"What kind of training are you doing? It's a bit too much." Iaru Glass frowned and his tone was terrible.

"Just... just ordinary physical training." Atobe Keizawa looked away silently. In front of his companion and doctor, he was so injured that he couldn't think of any resistance at all, and his face was as pale as paper. Full of guilt.

"You think I'm stupid! How can ordinary physical training lead to such a result?" Iaru Niji viciously poked his classmate's shoulder and said sincerely: "Do you know that this kind of injury is 100% fatal to ordinary people? "

"Don't worry, I'm sensible." Atobe Kagezawa, who had recovered as before, touched his nose sheepishly and said flatteringly: "If it weren't for the presence of Glass, of course I wouldn't dare to do this."

"You have such a sense of propriety, next time you find a place to bury it yourself!"

"Eh--"

"You're just sick."

The pretty girl's delicate face was covered by anger. She looked more lively than her usual calm and calm look at the moment. She kicked off a chair blocking the way and walked out angrily.

Atobe Keizawa didn't dare to stop him or make a sound, let alone tell his eldest sister that he planned to extend his vacation for a period of time for intensive training. He only dared to wait for the chair to shake violently until it stopped, and then slowly sat up from the bed. .

He held his knees and calves with both hands and slowly and evenly moved the muscles of his left leg. This leg had been shattered more than once by Fuheisher's hands.

The man's attack earlier was still vivid in his mind. It shouldn't have been like this at that time. Atobe Keizawa thought about it carefully, reviewing the man's actions over and over in his mind.

It wasn't an unavoidable move, but he fell into the trap of feinting and lost the best opportunity to evade, which ultimately led to such a tragic ending.

If this were put in actual combat, this would be an almost fatal mistake.

To be honest, Atobe Kagezawa has been in martial arts since he was a child, and physical skills are not his weakness. Although it is still slightly insufficient compared to his two inhuman classmates, it is really not to the point where he can't compare to him.

It's just that this understanding was shattered to pieces in front of the sky and the tyrant. Although there are countless capable people in the world, Fuhei Shi'er is still the only one who is strong.

"Heaven and the curse are so strong that it's a foul..."