Apocalypse: System of lotteries

Chapter 305 Come! Wrestle With Me

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[Kyoto Jiro, The Enraged and Bloodthirsty Sumo Wrestler]

[One Star Emperor Level Boss]

[Defense: 50,000]

[Physique: 1,800] 

[Strength: 2,200]

[Agility: 800]

[Mental: 500]

"…"

When Ming saw that this BOSS only had 800 agility, he was very sure that this guy would become a mascot, and his appearance was destined to become Chef's assistant.

500 mental, Ming shook his head. Are you here to joke around with me? Looking down on my left hand with a 1400+ mental, right?

"Raoul, go, your successor is here."

"Hehe~"

Raoul dropped the Berserk Axe, clenched his fists, and was about to charge.

"Hold on~"

Ming stepped forward and looked at Raoul. "Treat him like me and go for it!"

"Hehehehe~"

"Go."

Then, Ming took out the sofa and sat down. Kubo held up an umbrella behind him to shield him from the scorching sun. Jenna and Annie crouched on either side, eating some Nuts.

To be honest, it's not that Ming wants to enjoy life, but the monster on the opposite side is forcing him to degenerate.

The reason for letting Raoul treat Kyoto Jiro as himself to fight was simple. He wanted to test how thorough this guy's submission was.

[Puppet Raoul, rushes in front of Kyoto Jiro, raises his hairy palm, and gives him a massage…]

[Puppet Raoul is testing the strength and comfort level of his hands...]

[...]

"~"

Ming was taken aback for a moment. He was sure that he had never taught Raoul to massage. It seemed that Raoul had been influenced by seeing Jenna and Annie with him every day.

Great, this proves that Raoul has real self-awareness, and it proves that he is smart. But is this performance considered a complete submission? You better not be acting.

Slap!

With a loud sound, Raoul slapped away and fell heavily to the ground. The horns on his head plowed a deep gully into the ground.

[Puppet Raoul feels very painful, defense -1100.]

[Puppet Raoul is dizzy…]

"…"

That slap looked very painful, and Ming felt sorry for Raoul for a second.

He suffered from this hit, which was Kyoto Jiro's skill [Give You A Big Slap: This is a unique skill for every sumo wrestler. One slap can cause dizziness for 3 seconds, with damage equal to 50% of the strength.]

"~"

Ming frowned and continued to watch the battle.

Actually, this Kyoto Jiro was quite strong. The reason why Raoul was allowed to fight him alone was to give Raoul more actual combat experience, and he himself would learn how to avoid being hit during their fighting process.

Moreover, by letting Raoul be in a passive state, one could see how strong his counterattack ability was.

For example, the slap just now caused forced dizziness. It can only be said that Raoul himself was too careless.

Underestimating the enemy - is not good.

"Heh!!"

"Heh!!"

Kyoto Jiro rushed toward the dizzy Raoul, suddenly leaped up using his body as a weapon, and sat on Raoul's face with a boom.

Kyoto Jiro's skill [Grand Yokozuna's Buttocks: As the highest honor in the sumo wrestling world, Yokozuna sits on a target, and silences the target for 10 seconds, making it unable to launch any skills. If the target cannot stand up after 10 seconds, the talent <You Lost> will be triggered.]

"Raoul, can you still breathe smoothly?"

Ming was very concerned, after all, Raoul's upper body had already sunk into the opponent's butt.

Raoul belongs to the mutant biological category, he is alive, unlike those 'dead' zombies. If Raoul dies, he might turn into a zombie mutant Raoul...

Zombie Raoul? It seems that zombies don't have a lot of different... But well, there are too many zombies at home, there need to be a few 'alive' ones.

[Puppet Raoul feels he cannot breathe... Too heavy, too fat, the fat is blocking his nostrils... Can't catch his breath...]

[Puppet Raoul treats him as you, and does not fight back, enduring the opponent's squeeze...]

[…]

"~"

Ming shook his head and then shouted: "He's not me, you can fight back now, as long as you don't kill him, you can hit him however you want!"

[Puppet Raoul is preparing to fight back. He feels he is squeezed tightly and can't get up...]

[Puppet Raoul struggles, the opponent is too heavy, and the whole body is squeezed tightly...]

[…]

"Bite him!!"

Ming shouted out, originally he wanted to train Raoul, but in this situation, he certainly needed to give a reminder. Such a heavy lump sitting on someone and not getting up, isn't this cheating?

Raoul doesn't even have weapons, and you, Kyoto Jiro, are sitting on him!!

[Puppet Raoul faces the darkness and tries to open his mouth...]

[Puppet Raoul is uncomfortable, being squeezed so tightly that he can't open his mouth...]

[…]

"~"

At this moment, he could go over and prescribe some medicine or give an injection, and Raoul could escape the predicament. However, he knew that he couldn't do this, as he was currently training the first warrior of the Ming family. How could he grow without suffering?

Go for it, Raoul! You can do it.

[Puppet Raoul faces judgment. He failed and lost his attack ability for 10 seconds...]

[Puppet Raoul is being slapped by the opponent...]

[…]

"~~"

Ming watched Raoul, who was being hit in the chest by Kyoto Jiro's continuous palm strikes. Each palm strike took away 1100 points of Raoul's defense value.

As Kyoto Jiro's combo increased, the damage also increased. Now a slap could take away 1500 points of his defensive value.

Raoul, who lost his attack ability for 10 seconds, was actually waiting to be beaten like an idiot.

It seems that he has not fully mastered the Ming family's fighting style.

"You've been hit with a debuff, and you can't hit others. Don't you know how to run?"

"You have a pair of wings, why don't you fly?"

"If you fly up, he can still hit you, I'll give you my wings!"

"Heh heh~"

Flap~

Raoul stood up and flew into the sky, leaving Kyoto Jiro, who could only jump less than 1 meter high, to roar at the sky in fury. 

Five seconds later, Raoul regained his fighting will. He swooped down, ready to counterattack, his eyes firm as if he wanted to return all the humiliations he had just suffered.

"Right! That's the way!"

Ming sat back on the sofa, picking up a few nuts and putting them in his mouth.

Boom!

Raoul landed, retracted his wings, and charged forward, punching Kyoto Jiro's thick and fat belly, creating a huge dent and causing layers of ripples. His defense was reduced by 900!

Then, he withdrew his fist and took a step back to avoid the opponent's slapping hand.

Next, he moved to the right and delivered three consecutive punches to the opponent's ribs, reducing his defense by 2700!

"Good!"

Ming clapped his hands. This is what the first warrior of the Ming family should look like!

"Heh, hum!"

Kyoto Jiro roared and slapped his thigh. Snap! Snap!

A round light curtain appeared, covering him and Raoul.

Ming knew this was Kyoto Jiro's skill:

[Come! Wrestle with me?Compulsory duel skill, summon a wrestling ring for battle, both enemies and allies cannot use weapons and skills; In close combat, if one party goes out of the ring or any part of the body other than the feet touches the ground, it is judged to have lost the match. The losing party feels very sad and ashamed, feels humiliated, with a 1% chance of self-mutilation of both arms; a 5% chance of randomly self-mutilating parts of the body; a 15% chance of kneeling and losing the desire to fight for 20 seconds; a 30% chance of losing the desire to attack for 20 seconds; a 50% chance of a 20% reduction in all attributes, lasting for 30 seconds; after the judgment is over, the ring disappears (not because of the outcome of the match, cannot leave the field).]

At this point, the two were standing and staring at each other within a circular light curtain with a diameter of 10 meters.

In Ming's impression, the diameter of an official sumo wrestling ring is 4.55 meters, so the size of this field should have been scaled according to their body proportions.

Although the diameter of the field was 10 meters, with Kyoto Jiro and Raoul standing within it, there was hardly any space left in the circular light curtain.

"Hand-to-hand combat?"

In terms of pure hand-to-hand combat, Kyoto Jiro's agility was completely crushed by Raoul. It could only be said that he had chosen the wrong target.

Swish~

At this time, Kyoto Jiro threw salt into the field.

"Strong sense of ceremony~"

Ming laughed. He had watched sumo wrestling matches before. Sumo wrestlers would always throw some salt before a match. It was an old tradition.

"Wait a minute~"

Ming frowned. This guy didn't have a single piece of clothing on him. Where did the salt come from?

Could it be another skill?