Night Rabbit is the strongest

Kamui was also a little dazed, he never thought Gojo Satoru would say such a thing.

Even if he was fighting the most ferocious creature in the universe, Shenwei had never heard such straightforward words, his mind went blank, and he subconsciously raised the umbrella and stabbed it.

Stabbing a kidney or something was purely accidental.

"Accident? Do you think I'll believe it?"

Gojo Satoru supported his stomach, even though he had been healed, the moment just now left a shadow in his heart.

"This kind of accident, I will also give you something."

With a wave of his right hand, the spell power hit him.

"Look, we're still fighting." Shenwei easily dodged: "Mr. Conjurer, can't we fight right from the start?"

Pieces of trees fell, and in the dust, Gojo Satoru and Kamui fought each other at a speed that was hard to distinguish with the naked eye.

Gojo Satoru caught the flaw in Kamui's tone: "Think I'm speaking too bluntly? So you hate this kind of thing."

A plan instantly came to mind—the feasibility of putting a loudspeaker next to Shenwei to play the sassy talk in a loop.

"As long as you hate it, I'm happy."

Unhappy with Kamui, he went forward with all his strength, and pointed at Gojo Satoru's heart with the tip of his umbrella: "Fighting is something that requires respect for the opponent."

This is also the truth that he has gradually believed in. Of course, in the eyes of Shenwei, the weak who are instantly killed are not considered opponents and do not deserve respect.

The moment the weapon was about to touch Gojo Satoru, Kamui changed his attack method and kicked with enough force to smash through the battleship.

Gojo Satoru didn't have time to change his posture in resisting the long umbrella, and was kicked flying in an instant.

"Why does it feel a bit strange?" Shenwei tilted his head, looking at the hundreds of meters ahead that he had flattened to the ground.

"Shenwei, in fact, you are not my opponent."

Apart from some embarrassment, Wujo Satoru turned back from the depths unscathed.

!

Shenwei's brain reacted, but his body still couldn't escape Gojo Satoru's attack.

The entire chest was penetrated, and even the beating heart could be seen from the wound. Kamui spit out a large pool of blood and fell backwards.

Gojo Satoru squatted beside him, his eyes were full of indifference: "Since you like it, I will give you a surprise."

Shenwei looked at him with more fanaticism in his eyes: "Mr. Conjurer, you really didn't do your best in all the previous fights."

"Why do you want to hide your strength? Wouldn't it be better to just kill me?"

Gojo Satoru sighed, and he said, this little monster will not give up if he does not retain his strength.

Looking at the tender flesh protruding from Shenwei's chest, it probably won't be long before it returns to its original state: "I can't beat you to death."

Gojo Satoru doesn't want to kill him?

Want to die.

Fingers brushed the skin and reached the unhealed wound on Shenwei's chest, pressed slightly, and sticky blood gushed out.

Sliding along the wound to the heart, Gojo Satoru's passive technique seemed to reappear, infinitely preventing him from using his ability to reach the fatal place of Kamui.

"You see, this is the best I can do."

"Oh, is that so?" Kamui said softly, "I always feel like after Yokohama sent me away, after the port mafia talked with you, you seemed to know something I didn't know, and now you're trying to get me Do an experiment."

"When I first met you, I thought it was one thing to get rid of you without seriously killing you." Gojo Satoru changed the subject in an unskillful way: "But I think, even at that time, I wanted to kill you seriously , and the ability can’t be displayed.”

He didn't want to answer Kamui's words, so he ignored Kamui who was lying on the ground waiting for the wound to heal: "I will teach Youhito a small stove, and Hui will throw it to you."

"It's too much, Mr. Conjurer, didn't you say that I left a shadow on his young mind?"

"Although I don't like you very much." Gojo Satoru shrugged: "But you are right, Hui is a genius, but he still lacks a little bit of awareness."

"The teacher still needs you to do it. I just think he's not crazy enough." Shenwei's skill of yin and yang is no worse than his ability to dance in the minefield.

"It can't compare to you." Gojo Wu recalled how he saw Fu Heihui yesterday, and shot back: "He only saw you now when he saw you, and he was more or less lively in adolescence. It's quite appropriate to use you as a stimulating education."

……

Kamui didn't speak, and tilted his head to take out the mobile phone in Wujo Wu's pocket, not caring about the itching in his chest, and opened the game.

"Ah, sure enough, I lost. I just hung up the phone and was spotted by 'Bandage Lord' and reported it. Damn it."

The two of them changed the subject stiffly once, and even the number of conversations was even.

During the conversation, Kamui's reaction made Gojo Satoru confirm some conjectures, and he stood up: "You play slowly, and I'll leave you to teach Kei."

A murderous voice came: "Shenwei, I am looking forward to the day when I can kill you."

A strong wind blew through, and there was a rustling sound among the leaves.

"If you mean dying in battle, I'd be more than happy."

From the moment Shenwei ran away from home, he had a ignorant awareness of death.

He was never afraid of dying on the way to challenge the strong. In comparison, he was more afraid of slaughtering the whole world, and he couldn't find a single person's blood to cheer him up.

"Teaching cubs, I don't have much experience."

Kamui stared at the game interface, and refused to admit defeat, inviting Mr. Bandage to start a confrontation again.

"It's so annoying, how did he know that I would definitely agree, this little bit of interest has been squeezed to death."

Rabbit pouted unwillingly.

Fu Heihui, let me experience your potential in detail.

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The author has something to say:

It's hot... the air conditioner is broken, and it's troublesome to take the game book out. The author's "sauna" codeword is too difficult orz

Nissan's secondary disease did not disappear with age, at most it was not so obvious