Chapter 90 – 90. The Power of the Pussycat
90. The Power of the Pussycat
See Nguyen Quoc.
Vietnam’s strongest hunter and hero.
He participated in the Cheonmuje to raise the honor of his country, and began to wear protective gear while sitting in the waiting room.
The Cheonmuje is not a matter of life and death, but something like a kind of martial arts. Therefore, both players must wear protective equipment to ensure that no one is killed or seriously injured.
“If you wear this, your hp will be displayed in response to the barrier inside the arena. The real data and the error value are less than 1%, so you won’t be adversely affected by equipment defects.”
Pussy butt stuck a small chip to his chest. Along with the unpleasant feeling of reading his mana, a small shield formed on his body.
The rule is that the moment this shield is broken, it is considered a defeat. Pussy Cong checked the shield covering his body.
“You look weak.”
It didn’t look very strong. A defense shield too shabby to reflect the strength of the hero of Vietnam.
“Ah, it’s because I can’t get the magic power supply right now. If I go up on the arena, it will activate properly.”
“Is it.”
“It’s like that. But is there a reason why you’re already wearing gear? I know that Boggong-san is the last to compete.”
“The first two aren’t very helpful. It’ll be over soon.”
As if to prove that, Nguyen Tien Nguyen was thrown out of the arena.
“Ah Nguyen Tien Nguyen! I struggled, but I’m no match for pure strength!”
“His skills as a swordsman are excellent, but the difference in magical power is too overwhelming.”
“This is the difference between A-class and S-class.”
Bien Quoc Xuan came onto the pitch in place of Tien, who had been retired. He was no different from Tien.
Jjoong.
Vien Quoc Xuan’s defense shield is mercilessly shattered by the death mask’s repeated hits.
He drooped his shoulders and walked down the field.
His pride as an A-class hunter was completely crushed, and he trembled in shame.
“Don’t worry Bien Quoc Xuan.”
Nguyen Quoc Pussy Cong said, passing him with his imposing posture.
“I, Nguyen Quoc Bojkong, will take revenge for you, Nguyen Tien Nguyen, and the 50 million ancestors who were trampled on by the US imperialists.”
“Mr. Ponytail…”
Bien Quoc Xuan gazes at his backside of her pussy Cong with dim eyes.
Boiscon walked up to the arena where hundreds of thousands looked down.
A stadium bigger than most football stadiums.
I looked around. You can see the cheering crowd watching the big screens and stadiums installed everywhere.
And the death mask in front of my eyes. The wicked American emperor was glaring at himself with his skull mask on.
The pussycat looked up to the sky. The bright sun shines in the clear sky without a single cloud.
“The sky is clear.”
It feels refreshing like coriander.
He smiled, showing off his trademark white teeth like rice noodles.
[Heroic Spirit: ‘Undefeated General Tran Hung Dao’ descends]
Coo coo coo.
A huge red giant rises from his back.
Tran Hung Dao, the greatest general in the world, was reconstructed in the form of a heroic spirit.
Of course, it wasn’t really Tran Hung Dao. It was only realized through his awakening skill called Heroic Spirit Summoning.
But the power, and the spirit that contained it, was real.
Tran Hung Dao, the world’s best general, defended his country against the world’s strongest Mongol Empire. As long as his heroic spirit, which contained his strength, wisdom and spirit, Nguyen Quoc Boi Cong was an undefeated hero who could not be defeated by anyone.
“I want you to entertain me.”
“Have fun…”
“The two guys in front were too boring. I’m here to have fun, not to educate fuckers.”
A death mask facing such a pussy butt. He laughs in a cracked voice.
She looked at him indifferently. But in his eyes, red anger like Nước mắm (not Ngumma) began to bloom.
“It’s boring… Cheeky. Are you ignoring us because we are Vietnamese? Because it is a small and dwarf country in Southeast Asia?”
“Huh? When did I say that I was ignored because it was Vietnam? I’m just bored with A rank… “
“Shut up!! I will tell you the greatness of Vietnam to you who dared to ignore my country!”
Pussies let out a roar full of rage. Death Mask was embarrassed to see him like that.
The death mask soon, as if it was good no matter what, just got into a combat stance. Because his oral conversation was not his hobby.
Oh oh
Dark magic power rises from the body of the death mask. The tangible mana draws hundreds of skull patterns and presses into the pussy.
And the battle began.
***
Wow!
“Ow.”
Do you see it? Anyway, the fists of the giant and the death mask collided behind the back of that Vietnamese guy and made a gong sound.
A powerful shockwave spreads through the hall and sweeps through the spectators.
Of course, there was a strong barrier between the spectators and the stadium separating the two, so there was no damage to the spectators.
But inside the arena it was different. A round crater formed in the stadium, which had been fine until just now, and the ground rose jaggedly.
The huge arena made of pure white marble was shattered in half with just one hit.
“Is that S-class?”
For an individual to have, it is an incredible power. It wasn’t a deliberate strike, it was just the aftermath of the collision that destroyed that vast arena.
The commentators were also excited and started talking. Unexpectedly, it was because the guy named Bokkong was strong.
“Ah, Bozokkong! What a force! Not being pushed against an American death mask!”
“Doesn’t it seem like you’re pushing?”
“Because Death Mask is still not using its self-awakening skill properly. It is not yet possible to predict who will prevail.”
Exciting commentators.
They were talking hard for the sake of ordinary people who couldn’t keep up with the S-class battles that competed dozens of times per second.
“Well, whatever. Compared to Hellkas, the great demon of hell, it’s probably at the level of jokes.”
Hehe, that’s right.”
Yoo Ji-ah flattering me. I was embarrassed, but accepted it without showing it. My acting skills improved a lot while playing Constellation Play against Eunbyul.
‘Since Eunbyul thinks about it, Eunbyul misses her pussy.’
I picked and ate once before coming here, but I still missed it. I’ll have to send you a picture of her pussy later.
“By the way, what skills do they have?”
“First of all, the awakening skill of Death Mask is a skill called ‘Dark Fighting’. It is a skill that gathers the energy of darkness and uses it like magic.”
“Is that the black mass with the skull gourd pattern on it?”
“Yes, but that’s a by-product, and it’s not about using skills in earnest. If he properly raises his dark combat skills… “
Before Yujia finished speaking, the aspect of the battle began to change. The death mask brought up the dark combat in earnest.
The darkness that had spread over a wide area gathered in one place and clung to the body of the death mask. And as it condensed, he began to form a hard armor over his body.
Cooong.
A death mask that looks like a black skeleton wearing full plate armor.
Is that guy’s serious mode?
Pussycat jumped back and stepped away for a moment. After a brief exploration, the two begin to clash again.
Kwagwagwang!
The speed of the attack and defense was twice as fast as before. Now, I couldn’t even see how the hell they were fighting. There is just the feeling that two powerful beings are colliding.
“Nonsense.”
“What.”
“To push the death mask that raised darkness. That guy named Bokkong, despite his funny name, he seems a bit strong, doesn’t he?”
“Okay?”
I don’t know because I can’t see it.
I raised my gaze and looked at the screen. On the huge screen floating above the arena, the HP bar of Bozogong and Death Mask appeared.
An HP bar that indicates the remaining level of the magic shield. Although the HP of the boogong was not much, more than half of the HP of the death mask was gone.
What do you see, you bastard… How strong are you?
“Tranheung Dao! Give me strength!”
The red giant standing behind the pussy puffs up his body. 5M 10M 20M. The giant, almost the size of a building, began to strike at a terrifying speed.
Jjoong!
The new type of death mask is knocked out with a single fist. Tran Hung Dao’s repeated hits are pouring down toward the death mask stuck in the ground.
Kwakwagwagwang!
An attack enough to create a small mushroom cloud. In an instant, a crater with a depth of several tens of meters is formed.
And soon after, the death mask’s HP was exhausted.
“Oooh…”
The crowd went quiet. No one thought Bokkong would win.
Pussies glanced at the frozen spectators. Then he looked down with an arrogant attitude and said.
“Next.”
***
“I never thought I would beat America.”
“Iknow, right.”
The 32nd round of Cheonmuje is over.
Most likely, the country that deserved to win won.
If there is a surprise, it is that Vietnam beat the United States.
No one could have imagined that the boy who was a boy would be able to defeat three American S-class fighters in a row.
Thanks to this, not only Korea but also communities in the US and Japan are on fire..
[? : Samsung, Samsung has declared hostility against you! – ㅇㅇ (59.2)]
(Pictures where she is smiling roughly)
– It doesn’t matter. Because I win
[Tran Hung Dao, the undefeated general of the Constellation, smiles.]
Jimmagal was also plastered with such thoughts. Nguyen took up more than 2 pages because of what he did and what he did.
I also worked hard to come up with Nguyen Drip. It seems to be about 10 pieces cheap, but I couldn’t eat it.
Fuck.
“I will face Korea in the round of 16. Korean players must have been very embarrassed, right?”
“Why.”
“Yeah, so far, you’ve been strategizing against the US.”
“Is it.”
You know how to do it well.
Anyway, unlike Korea, the United States was not a country that was serious about Cheonmuje. America’s top S-rank guys aren’t idle enough to appear in international competitions.
Still, the fact that Captain, one of America’s leading heroes, was broken by a Vietnamese might have a little bit of an image blow.
In any case, the United States was not originally an opponent of Korea. At least in Cheonmuje. So, even if Bojikong defeated all 3 American S-class heroes, it was unlikely that Korea would lose.
No no
No, I’m not a patriot, but it’s a little strange to think that Korea is applied to a guy with the same name as Bokkong.
‘It’s disturbing.’
It’s like this, Yasuji.
I went to the hotel I had booked in advance. After unpacking, I shared a frantic yas with Yoo Ji-ah.
