Prison Temple hid in a corner of the library and threw out the explosives with a bitter smile.
The opponent was indeed powerful…
Unlike what Tsunayoshi knew, Yoshiji had already received detailed information about the ten generations of Japanese leaders from Riboen when he was in Italy.
Sawada Tsuyoshi was a lazy and lethargic young man with poor grades and nothing to do.
All the information showed that he was such an incompetent person. In fact, Hayato Juji did not care who was the tenth generation of Pengelie, just like how he left home at the age of eight and had been in the mafia for a few short years.
As a child, he would not have a good life without the protection of his family. However, the fact was that he was living quite well now. The genius of the Prison Temple naturally knew that someone was protecting him in the dark.
Perhaps he wanted to escape from his current situation, or perhaps he was tempted by the conditions that Liboen proposed.
The day after he received the news from Riboen, Yuji boarded a plane to Japan.
He was not interested in the position of the leader of the 10th generation, and he knew that even if he killed Sawada Tsunaki, it was impossible for him to sit in that position. The blood relationship was there.
Moreover, with one of the killers, Liboen, as a tutor, even a good-for-nothing would be taught well. Dino of Gabriel was a living example.
Most importantly, if the disciple of the famous Liboen lost to him, he would lose face.
So he transferred to Bingsheng High School with this feeling in mind. He did not expect that an unintentional move would become a turning point in his life.
The first time he saw Sawada Tsuyoshi, he curled his lips.
She walked unsteadily, looking as if she could not wake up. Her thin body seemed to be blown away by the wind. Her entire body emitted a strong smell of sleep, as if she would be stained with the smell of sleep if she got close. Her big eyes were filled with tears. If she was not wearing a boy's uniform, it would be common for people to mistake her for a girl...
Such a person, let alone the tenth generation of Pengelie, even becoming an ordinary mafia would not make sense, right?
As he thought of this, his green eyes widened in the next second.
His clear eyes clearly reflected the brunette youth's aggressive figure.
He was like a god of war.
" That is, the 10th generation candidate of the Pengali family, Sawada Tsuyoshi…" He muttered to himself, then retracted his dazed gaze. He thought disdainfully that he could easily deal with such a small character.
Don't use his strength as a reason for your admiration! Hayato from the prison temple, it was shameful to fall!
He put his hand in| He put it in his pocket and warned himself before opening the door and walking into the classroom.
Ignoring the teacher's ignorance, he locked his eyes on a brown-haired teenager as soon as he entered the door. The teenager was also unusually easy to find. Among the rows of people sitting upright, Sakada Tsuyoshi was lying on the table with his eyes narrowed as if he had just woken up.
The corners of Prison Temple's mouth twitched. Ignoring his teacher's shout, he strode towards the youth.
The young man raised his head.
He saw Jue Shuai's face! feel a little
Prison Temple felt that his mind was a little unclear. He shook his head and found his little bit of rationality to say provocative words.
As a result, explosions and smoke rose in all directions, blurring Prison Temple's vision. He made use of the intensity of the battle to make a decision.
The moment he was saved, the prison temple offered his loyalty to the young man with a smile that was as bright as the sky, and protected him until the end.
Perhaps being stared at by the Tenth Generation was just an excuse.
Yuji Hayato's life before he turned fourteen was a mess. His mother died young, he was hurt when he was young, he ran away from home, and he abandoned his family. The plot and bloodshed followed one after another. Therefore, the little child refused to accept any kindness and hid in his hard shell alone. He muttered," It's fine as long as I'm alone. Others will only drag me down." Gradually, he believed in his own words that were like self-hypnosis. He came and went alone.
But now, the fourteen-year-old Jyoji had encountered the only light in his life. It gently shone into his cold heart, bringing with it a warm but not scorching temperature.
Strong yet gentle, tolerant and gentle.
The small prison temple stretched out its hand to embrace the light, and then followed the light out of the dark and cold corner.
He held her fair and soft palm carefully, as if he was afraid that it would break if he used a little force.
He offered all his loyalty, life, and even his heart to the young man in front of him.
He didn't ask for anything. He only wanted to show him an unparalleled smile occasionally.
He even knew that his sky wasn't as bright as day all the time, but his white was pure, and his black was transparent. That kind of extreme charm deeply attracted him.
He suddenly thought of the circle formation that he had been defeated to death before the battle. It was clearly embarrassing, but now his heart was warm and burning.
"Yuji-kun, be careful."
The gentle voice of the Tenth Generation seemed to still echo in his ears. He closed his eyes and curled his lips.
Couldn't he fulfill his mission as the Guardian of the Mist? Bell? Figor, I'll let you see what a raging wave attack is!
"Rocket bomb!"
Boom!
Amidst the flying dust, Jūji reached out to brush away the hair on his forehead and stared at the center of the explosion.
There was his other half of Pengri's ring.
" Lan who always becomes the core of attacks, the never-ending raging waves."
Hayato Yoshiji, Pengri's 10th generation Guardian of the Mist, followed his sky endlessly, violently sweeping and hurting everything in the sky.
His light and salvation-
The end of protection.
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"Victory has been decided!"
"KO!"
It was indeed done beautifully. Even Liboen curled his lips in satisfaction.
"You did it thoroughly, but it's very good! -- That guy is the Mist Guardian." Shamar's always wretched face also became slightly serious.
Prison Temple heaved a sigh of relief." It's over.”
It was also at this moment that Cerbero and the other man walked into the arena.”
Prison Temple frowned. Yesterday, Cerbero, who had been knocked unconscious by Juyomi, was still unconscious. One of the two was a substitute, but of course, he could not see any difference.
Outside the arena, Tsunayoshi was also itching to play because he didn't play enough yesterday.
Liboen glanced at him, and a certain someone retracted his hand resentfully.
"Before the ring is dealt with, no one will agree on victory.”Cerbero said calmly," Please combine the two rings to complete the Ring of Mist.”
"Then, there are three minutes left."
In this Mist Battlefield, which had tornadoes installed everywhere, once the 15-minute time limit was up, if the victor was not determined, the time bombs placed in the turbine tornadoes would detonate one by one, completely destroying the entire floor.
Prison Temple sighed." How troublesome…"
He walked to Bale's side. The golden-haired prince was lying on the ground, unconscious.
Enduring the pain all over his body, he almost fell down when he squatted down. Shamar's unceremonious mockery reached his ears, and Prison Temple roared at him and pulled the ring hanging on Bale's neck.
" I really want you to take back your insulting words..." he muttered to himself.
And the result of slacking off would be the loser counterattacking.
The silver chain hanging around his neck was pulled. Prison Temple widened his eyes in shock." You…"
"I won!" The prince struggled to reach out his arm." My ring…" His desire for victory drove him to snatch the ring.
"Ring! Ring!" The prince pressed down on the prison temple and tore at it frantically. He did not even look sober.
Prince Ripper Bale's prideful self-esteem forced his body to move subconsciously.
" Are you still not giving up?!" Prison Temple started to counterattack at the same time. He was shocked by Bale's strange behavior." Damn it!”
However, those fierce attacks that almost exhausted all their strength looked more like two children fighting each other to others.
They beat and pushed each other in the library that was extremely chaotic because of the explosion. They rolled on the dust-covered floor. The tearing pain of their wounds and the physical decline caused by the fierce battle were extremely bad.
Compared to Bale, who was attacking unconsciously, Jyoji, who was pinned down by him, was in a more miserable state. His vision was already blurry.
At this time, the time bomb in the turbine tornado had already begun to detonate. Cerbero's voice was transmitted to every corner of the floor through the broadcast." It's time.”
At the same time, everyone heard the alarm and a huge explosion.
"Just like what was said before, it has been fifteen minutes since the start of the match. The destruction of the hurricane turbine has already begun. The estimated time to reach the library was one minute later. In addition, the spectating area would not be affected.”
Their voices were cold and emotionless, like machines.
The shockwave from the explosion caused the floor to tremble.
Destruction was right before their eyes.
"What should we do? Ah Gang." Riboen asked. On the screen, Jyoji and Bale were still fighting for the ring. Bale had gone crazy. The boy beside him was the one he cared about the most. Tsunayoshi had never said a word, even when Jodraji had knocked out Bale.
The hair on his forehead blocked his eyes, and the brown-haired youth remained silent.
" After 15 seconds, 45 seconds left.』
"There's no other way." Shamar suddenly said," Give the ring to the enemy! Retreat, Hayato!"
"Stop joking! Prison Temple pushed Bale away and shouted in disbelief.
"Because it's too stupid for such a thing to die. Come back!”
What are you talking about? If I lose…one win and three losses, there will be no way out!』
"Your opponent has gone crazy. This is no longer a competition! Come back!" Shamar frowned.
How can I go back? If that's the case, how can he be the right-hand man of the Tenth Generation?……If I win, the tables will turn-leave it to me, Tenth Generation! He reached for the ring, but Bell stopped him.
Hearing the words of the prison temple through the broadcast, Shamar was stunned. He couldn't help but look at the young man standing in front of him, and then he smiled bitterly." You're always clamoring to be the right-hand man of the Tenth Generation Leader. Hayato, you don't even know what your Tenth Generation Leader values…"
" What?!" Prison Temple grabbed the chain and refused to let go. Bell had already torn and bled many of his wounds. What he heard again was not Shamar's voice, but the familiar, cold voice of a teenager.
"Come back, Hayato of the prison temple."』
It was the first time that Prison Temple had heard his Tenth Generation Prince call his full name in such a serious and cold voice. His hand paused, and the golden-haired prince's arm wrapped around him to fight for the silver chain.
The Tenth Generation's words clearly entered his ears.
" Give up the ring, Yoji Hayato, I command you. If you still acknowledge me as your tenth generation leader--this is an order! " The Tenth Generation Leader's voice was a little suppressed, and his words seemed to be squeezed out of his mouth." Remember this, Hayato Yuji!』
" That thing is worthless compared to your life!』
"Remember! If I had to choose between Peng Geli and your life, I would definitely choose your life! Because you are my partner, you are my family!』
" Tenth Generation Leader…" he murmured softly.
Beep--
The library exploded.
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The screens in the spectator stands were filled with snowflakes. The entire floor had been blown up, and the monitors installed in every corner were not spared.
"Prison Temple!"
" Ahhhhh!!!"
Shamar leaned against the wall and closed his eyes." That idiot…"
In such a huge explosion, the survival rate was extremely low.
Riboen sat on Yamamoto's shoulder and lowered his hat." This is the first time I've seen you so agitated, stupid Gang.”
"There's a reason for this." Tsunayoshi's face was covered by his hair, and only the corners of his lips could be seen." It's fine as long as he knows to come back."”
Tsuyoshi raised his head, and Riboen only saw his warm smile." Don't be so sad. Isn't he there?”He pointed at the intersection. He could vaguely see a figure in the smoke.
He thought that there would not be a second time for him to feel that terrible emotion.
They walked forward. The silver-haired youth on the ground said in a muffled voice," Tenth Generation Leader, I clearly snatched the ring…" She felt a little wronged and unwilling.
"I think you understand what I mean.”Tsunayoshi squatted down and patted his head.
The subordinate's body stiffened and then trembled slightly." Yes, Tenth Generation.”
I am an important person to the Tenth Generation.
He fainted with a smile.
"Ring of Mist, created by Bale? Fergor obtained it."
Cerbero suddenly appeared." Then, tomorrow night's battle is..."
"Rain! A showdown between the Guardians of the Rain."
Scovaro roared in satisfaction,"Hey! A little brat wielding a knife! The overwhelming difference from last time! Don't run!"
"You don't have to worry. I'll be so excited that I won't be able to sleep.”Yamamoto returned the smile, his dark eyes staring meaningfully at Scrivaro's long silver hair.
Shovaro was slightly stunned by the change in the little devil's aura. He did not pay too much attention to it and turned to Tsunayoshi." That little devil! After killing him, it'll be you! Get ready!" He had always been eager to try the superb sword skills that a certain someone had displayed.
Tsunayoshi smiled awkwardly and rubbed his forehead helplessly in the face of everyone's " when did you guys come into contact " gazes.
At this moment, one of Barian's team members saved him.
"Captain Levi! Someone had infiltrated the school and the Lightning Strike Team had been wiped out!”
" What?!"
Tsunayoshi nudged Riboen and whispered,""Could it be…that?" Then, he revealed a cunning smile."The junior who called me Martial Uncle and your Martial Ancestor ~"
The corner of Liboen's mouth twitched.”
As the saying goes, you can't talk about people during the day, and you can't talk about ghosts at night.
Reality proved his words. A Barian member screamed and was thrown against the wall.
Accompanied by the intense and compact piano music, the black-haired youth slowly walked over with a cold steel cane in his hand. His pitch-black eyes swept across the room coldly.
"Due to the illegal intrusion into the school and the damage to the school building, joint and several responsibilities will be pursued.”He raised his crutches." I'm going to kill everyone here!”
"Yo, Senior Skylark!" Tsunayoshi greeted him very naturally, completely forgetting what he had said about him behind his back.
Skylark glanced at him and said with the same expression," You stay aside. I'll kill you after I deal with these weak herbivores!"”
Tsunayoshi's hand paused. What kind of 'gentleness' was this?!
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