N-A-A Chapter 78 A New Breathing Technique [8th Update, Please Subscribe and Vote]
Chapter 78 A New Breathing Technique [8th Update, Please Subscribe and Vote]
Chapter 78 A New Breathing Technique [Eighth Update, Please Subscribe and Vote]
"So he's been stepping on another Hollow the whole time. No wonder he wasn't moving. I thought he was scared out of his wits—." Kuchiki Rukia looked down and observed Motokawa Yosuke's condition, discovering that he had only recently transformed from an ordinary soul into a Hollow.
"Given that person's power, this Hollow should have been destroyed long ago. The fact that it's been dragged on until now suggests that the two know each other."
Rukia Kuchiki had a guess in her mind, and immediately turned to Ichigo Kurosaki and asked:
"Hey! You guys know this Hollow, right?"
"Hollow?" Kurosaki Ichigo didn't understand what Kuchiki Rukia was talking about, but seeing that she was pointing at Motokawa Yosuke, he nodded and said, "You mean Uncle Yosuke? That's right, we know him."
Then Kurosaki Ichigo told me about Motokawa Yosuke, from his cause of death and wishes to Chu Yang helping him get back the compensation.
"I didn't realize that guy was actually quite kind-hearted," Rukia Kuchiki thought to herself, glancing at Chu Yang, who looked like a humanoid monster.
"Is this what they call a Hollow?" Ichigo Kurosaki asked anxiously. "Why did Yosuke become like this? Is there any way to turn him back?"
"The best way to deal with this is to let him ascend to heaven. Since his last wish has been fulfilled, he should not linger here. Otherwise, he will gradually lose his mind and turn into a monster."
Rukia Kuchiki briefly explained the meaning of soul and void, and considered how to perform a soul burial for Yosuke Motokawa.
Chu Yang had already severely injured him, and no matter how Rukia Kuchiki dealt with him, he would have no ability to resist.
However, the burial of a virtual soul is much more complicated than the burial of a normal soul, requiring a great deal of preparation.
For Rukia Kuchiki to complete Yosuke Motokawa's soul burial, the surrounding environment must be stable and free from external interference.
We need to deal with this Hollow that's about to evolve first.
"Damn it, how could I, as a Grim Reaper, just stand by and watch? This is supposed to be my duty!"
The close combat between Chu Yang and Hollow was extremely intense. Rukia's Zanpakuto had no room to maneuver for the time being and could only watch them fight.
If it weren't for the sparse population and limited buildings in this area, it would likely have been another huge disaster.
It's hard to find a complete piece of land nearby; the area is full of potholes and gullies.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Rukia would never have believed what she was seeing.
If someone in Soul Society told her that a human could suppress a Hollow without a Zanpakuto, relying solely on physical abilities, she would absolutely consider that person insane.
After a while of entanglement, Chu Yang leaped high into the air and smashed Xu's mask to pieces with a single punch.
Rumble!!!
The enormous Hollow collapsed, its tattered mask fluttering in the wind, revealing a human face.
"It's up to you now!" Chu Yang rubbed his neck and jumped off Xu's body, looking exhausted.
In terms of pure combat power, Bleach is undoubtedly much stronger than Naruto and One Piece. Even if the latter two are exaggerated, they are still mostly at the human level.
Of course, the Sage of Six Paths is an exception.
In the world of Bleach, where the combat power is quite high, even an ordinary Hollow is not easy to deal with, let alone the Hollow that Rukia brought in, which has already begun to evolve into a Great Hollow.
Without using Wood Release or other methods, Chu Yang really had to expend a lot of effort to defeat this Hollow.
Even so, this result was enough to leave Rukia speechless.
She's been the Grim Reaper for quite some time now, and this is the first time she's seen anything like it.
At the request of Chu Yang and Kurosaki Ichigo, Rukia performed a Soul Burial on Motokawa Yosuke first, even though she should have dealt with the other Hollow who posed a greater threat first.
At the last moment of the soul burial, Motokawa Yosuke regained his original consciousness. Only after hearing that Higashizawa had given the compensation money to his family did he finally let go of his last attachment to the present world.
Before leaving, this honest and hardworking worker sincerely thanked Chu Yang and Kurosaki Ichigo for their hard work on his behalf.
After seeing off Motokawa Yosuke, Rukia began purifying the other Hollow, inserting her Zanpakuto into the hole in its chest.
Chu Yang could tell from the sweat dripping from her temples that this was no easy task; it was certainly much more troublesome than dealing with Motokawa Yosuke.
"You're really something!"
Kurosaki Ichigo silently walked to Chu Yang's side and remarked with admiration, "He was actually able to fight that monster to a standstill."
"What do you mean by 'give and take'?" Chu Yang said with dissatisfaction, "Didn't you see how badly I beat it? I didn't even get my clothes dirty."
Kurosaki Ichigo turned to look at Chu Yang.
They discovered that the other person's school uniform was spotless, not to mention damaged.
Chu Yang's school uniform was fine, of course. He was surrounded by an aura of dominance, and to break through his aura, one would have to be at least at the level of a Great Hollow.
Ichigo Kurosaki scratched his head and said, "That girl just said she was a Shinigami. Are you a Shinigami too?"
Chu Yang rolled his eyes at him, annoyed, and said, "I'm the King of Hell!"
The Buddhist culture in Japan originated from China, so it naturally has the concept of Yama, the King of Hell, although it is not as widespread as that of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
After hearing Chu Yang's answer, Kurosaki Ichigo was stunned for a moment before realizing that the other party was teasing him. He scratched his head and chuckled awkwardly.
"Unfortunately, there's no King Yama in Hell, only souls who have committed grave crimes, like this Void!"
As Rukia's voice rang out, a strange and terrifying door slowly appeared in the void.
Ancient incantations were engraved on the door, and in the middle was a pair of ferocious white bones with their fingertips tightly gripping the crack in the door, as if they were trying their best to open the door.
The moment they saw the Gates of Hell, both Chu Yang and Kurosaki Ichigo felt a chill run down their spines.
"A Zanpakuto can purify the sins of a Hollow, but the sins it committed in its previous life will still be settled in Hell. The reason why Yosuke Motokawa wasn't dragged into Hell is because he had only recently become a Hollow, and he himself had no sins to his name."
Rukia explained calmly.
She had seen this scene many times before, so it wasn't surprising.
The gates of hell opened completely, slowly dragging Xu inside. Inside, everything was chaotic, and Chu Yang couldn't see the world within the portal.
but.
He could sense something inside watching him.
This alerted Chu Yang.
A moment later, the gates of hell closed again, gradually becoming transparent and disappearing. The whole process was like a dream, as if it had never happened.
After sending the Hollow to Hell, Rukia had completed her mission. Instead of leaving, she walked straight to Chu Yang and asked him a question.
"Are you a Fullbringer?"
Rukia couldn't find any other explanation for an ordinary person possessing such exaggerated abilities, except for a Fullbringer.
Fullbringers can extract the soul from matter and enhance it with their own spiritual power. In addition to increasing their mobility, they can also change the shape of their favorite objects.
There are many types of Fullbringers, including those who enhance their own abilities, such as Chad, Ichigo Kurosaki's friend.
"What does 'Fullbringer' mean?" Kurosaki Ichigo looked puzzled again, as too many unfamiliar terms had appeared today.
Rukia sighed and then began to explain.
"So that's what it meant!"
After understanding, Kurosaki Ichigo turned and stared at Chu Yang curiously, as if he wanted to hear a definite answer from him.
To avoid making things complicated, Chu Yang remained silent in the face of Rukia's question, adopting a tacit attitude instead.
Rukia gave Chu Yang a deep look.
She originally intended to use the memory converter to alter their memories of tonight, but she was somewhat wary of Chu Yang's strength, and if she used force, she probably wouldn't succeed.
Furthermore, even the Grim Reaper cannot harm ordinary humans at will; if the Ghost Reign finds out, she will be severely punished.
Rukia then secretly left special marks on Chu Yang and Kurosaki Ichigo to make it easier to find them later. After giving them a warning, she left.
"I hope I never see this girl again—"
Kurosaki Ichigo, holding his head in his hands, exclaimed, "Tonight has been the most exciting night of my fifteen years of life."
Chu Yang laughed and said, "It might get even more exciting in the future."
Kurosaki Ichigo quickly waved his hand and shook his head, saying, "Please don't. I just want to live a peaceful life, like an ordinary person, to study, take the college entrance exam, graduate, and get a job."
"Then good luck to you. I'm going home to sleep now." Chu Yang yawned and set off on his way home under the moonlight.
"I always felt this guy was talking in a sarcastic way," Ichigo Kurosaki muttered, stroking his chin. Suddenly, he panicked and started running. "Oh no! I haven't gotten home this late, Dad and the others must be worried!"
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Demon Slayer: World of Demons.
Kanae and the others are eating ramen at a ramen shop owned by Obanai Iguro and Mitsuri Kanroji.
"Yang is still training. Even though Muzan Kibutsuji is dead, why is he still so obsessed with surpassing the limits of Sun Breathing?"
Chu Yang had promised Kanae and the others that he would come here to eat today, but he broke his promise at the last minute. This caused Shinobu Kocho to be unhappy and complain about Chu Yang to the people at the Butterfly Mansion.
Makomo and Kanao exchanged glances, then buried their heads in their noodles, not daring to speak ill of Chu Yang with Shinobu Kocho.
For any member of the Demon Slayer Corps, Chu Yang is an indelible hero; he ended this thousand-year-long war.
Kanae gently stroked Shinobu's hair, comforting her, "It's precisely because he was so persistent that he was able to defeat Muzan Kibutsuji at such a young age, allowing us to live like ordinary people."
"I know!" Butterfly pouted. "I've endured all the hardships and toil I needed to suffer, so why do I have to keep being so hard on myself? Can't I just stop, enjoy myself, and treat myself?"
Kanae soothed her younger sister's emotions, smiling as she stuffed delicious food into her mouth.
In fact, not only Shinobu Kocho doesn't understand, but Kanae also doesn't understand Chu Yang's current mindset.
Muzan Kibutsuji is dead. He was already the most powerful human in the world. What's the point of continuing to become stronger?
Butterfly House.
Golden flames surrounded Chu Yang as he completed another round of breathing, but the improvement was not obvious.
Chu Yang clearly sensed that the Sun Breathing technique had reached a bottleneck.
"How can we achieve this breakthrough?"
He had already mastered the patterns and the transparent world. Whether it was refining the details or strengthening his physique day by day, it seemed difficult to develop anything new in the breathing technique.
This made Chu Yang feel frustrated, so he decided to go out for a walk and end this secluded life.
When Kanae and the others returned to the Butterfly Mansion from the ramen shop and found that Chu Yang was not there, Kanae, who was usually good-tempered, stood at the door and threw a tantrum.
"If he comes again, shut the door right behind him! That bastard!"
Unfortunately, Chu Yang had already gone far away and could no longer hear Kanae's angry roar.
For his first stop on his trip, Chu Yang hadn't decided where to go yet. After thinking for a long time, he finally decided to just follow his heart and wander around.
When encountering mountains, they cut through them; when encountering rivers, they ford them.
The chirping of insects and birds in the mountains and forests, and the constant sound of the waves by the river, all became a good medicine to heal Chu Yang's inner anxiety.
During this process, Chu Yang gradually relaxed, and the Breath of the Sun appeared in his mind less and less often.
In the end, he released the state of total concentration and normalcy that he had been deliberately maintaining every day.
Chu Yang continued his journey just like any other ordinary person.
Before he knew it, he had arrived at a remote town, and everything in the town felt familiar to him.
This is the small town where I first met Tanjuro Zomon.
Speaking of which, Chu Yang hadn't seen that warm father and son, who were like the sun, for a long time.
I wonder if Tanjuro's health is any better.
Chu Yang was preparing to go up the mountain to visit Tan Shiro when he saw someone gathering herbs on a cliff halfway up the mountain.
"This cliff is so steep, what if we're not careful—"
Just as he thought this, a sudden gust of wind swept around Chu Yang. He looked up and saw a dark mass in the distance.
Typhoon.
The person gathering herbs on the cliff also sensed the approaching typhoon and hesitated, stopping in an indecisive position.
It was too late to warn him now, so Chu Yang had no choice but to rush toward the cliff where the man was.
The herb gatherers swayed like willow catkins in the strong wind.
Click~
The rocks at his feet suddenly shattered, and he was thrown backward, his hands slipping as he plummeted straight down.
"Aaaaaah!!!"
Just when the herb gatherer thought he was about to be smashed into a pulp, his body suddenly stopped, as if he had been grabbed by something.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing on the ground, completely unharmed.
Directly in front of him stood a burly young man, smiling at him.
To express his gratitude for being saved, the herb gatherer insisted on taking him home and treating him well.
The storm was getting stronger, and they couldn't refuse the warm hospitality.
Chu Yang had no choice but to agree and followed the herb gatherer deeper into the mountains.
Upon arriving at their destination, Chu Yang saw two houses, one of which he recognized very well.
Tanjuro's house.
The house next to Tanjuro's house is the home of the herb gatherer.
It turns out the two were neighbors!
When Chu Yang last came here, only Tanjuro's family lived here.
Tanjuro was chopping firewood outside when he heard the noise and guessed that his neighbor had come home. He looked up to greet him.
"Mr. Tokito, you're back. What were your results today?"
Tanjuro's voice stopped abruptly because he saw a familiar figure, and tears welled up in his eyes.
The firewood burned and crackled in the flames, and Chu Yang, Tan Shiro, and his children sat around the fire.
Tanjuro's wife was busy preparing dinner when the visitor arrived—a great benefactor who had saved her husband and son. She couldn't afford to be negligent.
A few days ago, Tanjuro, who was in relatively good health, had just hunted a plump wild boar and had cured several hundred pounds of pork. Now it was time to take it out and eat it.
The aroma of food filled the air, making the children cheer with joy.
Apart from Tanjiro, the other children were chasing and playing around the fire.
Tanjiro leaned against his father, staring at Chu Yang with wide, round eyes, his eyes filled with joy.
He remembered that his father's health had improved a lot since his older brother last visited their home.
"Mr. Yang, the world outside seems to be much better now. We haven't heard of any more ghosts harming people lately," Tanjuro said with a smile, poking at the fire. "The children should be able to live a peaceful life from now on."
Chu Yang nodded. Tanjuro knew some of the inside story, so he didn't hold back when talking about these things.
"How are you feeling?" Chu Yang asked, looking at Tanjuro's still somewhat sallow complexion.
"Much better," Tanjuro replied immediately. The terminal illness was still slowly eroding his life. Although Chu Yang had given him a lot of life force, it was only a temporary solution.
Chu Yang glanced at Tanjuro and saw panic in his eyes, knowing he was lying. So he said, "In a few days, I will ask a friend to come and treat you."
"No need, no need, my illness is incurable." Tanjuro quickly waved his hand, not wanting to trouble Chu Yang, and even less wanting Chu Yang to owe him a favor.
"I'm just informing you, not asking for your approval," Chu Yang frowned. "If you really feel bad about it, then dance the Kagura dance for me again."
Tanjuro nodded in agreement.
dong dong dong~~~
A knock came at the door.
"It must be Mr. Tokito." Tanjuro got up to open the door, and the children followed him, seemingly thinking that their father was going out again.
"Mr. Tokito?" Chu Yang felt that the surname sounded familiar.
The door opened, and a cold wind rushed into the house, causing the temperature to drop sharply. Tanjuro quickly welcomed Tokito's family into the house and then closed the door tightly.
The Shi Tou family came to thank Chu Yang for saving their lives.
"Hello sir, my name is Tokito Ichiro, and these are my two children, Tokito Yuichiro and Tokito Muichiro."
Tokito Ichiro placed his hands on the shoulders of the two children and pressed down gently. The two children immediately understood.
Together with his father, they bowed and expressed their gratitude.
Muichiro Tokito?
Chu Yang's gaze lingered on the youngest child. He never expected that his trip out of the stillness would lead him to encounter Tokito Muichiro, who was supposed to become the "Mist Pillar".
Unfortunately—the Demon Slayer Corps has now disbanded, and this child's terrifying talent will probably remain unknown to anyone for the rest of his life.
Actually, this is for the best. Muichiro probably prefers to live a peaceful life with his family rather than become a peerless genius in the Demon Slayer Corps.
Seeing that Chu Yang did not react for a long time, Shi Tou's family became somewhat apprehensive.
Tanjuro was also a little puzzled. With a question in mind, he broke the deadlock by saying with a smile, "Mr. Yang, isn't Mr. Tokito's family name interesting? The father is called Ichiro, and the two children are named Ichiro and Muichiro respectively."
Chu Yang laughed and said, "It is indeed quite interesting."
Seeing Chu Yang smile, Tokito Ichiro breathed a sigh of relief and then said, "My wife originally wanted to come and thank you in person, but she is currently bedridden—"
"It's alright, the patient should rest well." Chu Yang suddenly remembered that Muichiro's mother had a very serious lung disease and, like Tanjuro, did not have long to live.
Because they had a sick person at home to take care of, Tokito only exchanged pleasantries for a short while before leaving.
They had brought gifts as thanks, consisting of wild game that they usually kept as their treasures. Chu Yang only accepted a small portion of them, as life in seclusion in the mountains was not easy, and Chu Yang did not want to consume their meager food supplies.
After they left, Chu Yang handed the game over to Tanjuro's wife, Aoi, to prepare. With the game sent by the Tokito family, dinner became even more plentiful.
After dinner, Tanjuro began preparing the costumes and props for the Kagura dance. During this time, Tokito Ichiro came again and brought back the thank-you gift he had just taken back.
"My wife said these things must be delivered to Mr. Yang, so—" Tokito Ichiro scratched his head, his cheeks red from the cold.
Chu Yang was worried that he would get sick from running around in the cold weather, so he ultimately accepted the gift and said, "A friend of mine will be here in a few days to treat Tanjuro. You can bring your wife with you so they can receive treatment together."
Tokito Ichiro's lips were trembling with excitement. He looked at Chu Yang with a bellyful of words of gratitude, but didn't know how to express them.
At this moment, Tanjuro, who was ready, began to dance the Kagura dance in the courtyard.
The torch in his hand flickered, like the twinkling stars in the sky, which, combined with his graceful dance moves, was mesmerizing.
Even after watching it again, Chu Yang was still easily immersed in it.
The same is true for others.
This was the first time Ichiro Tokito had seen a Kagura dance, but the dance in front of him felt familiar.
Tokito Ichiro did not tell anyone the fact that he was a swordsman.
Since his wife contracted a serious lung disease, he has been spending his days searching for medicine for her and has never picked up a sword again.
The Kagura dance evoked his memories of being a swordsman.
Among the incomplete sword techniques passed down from my ancestors, some movements are extremely similar to the Kagura dance before my eyes.
As he watched and compared the images, he felt a sense of sudden enlightenment.
After Tanjuro finished his Kagura dance, everyone was still eager for more.
After hesitating for a moment, Tokito Ichiro expressed his doubts to Chu Yang and Tanjuro.
"Actually, your family name isn't Tokito, but Tsugikuni." Chu Yang told Tokito Ichiro the story of Tsugikuni Yoriichi and Tsugikuni Iwakatsu, and also the origin of the Breathing Technique.
Only the parts about ghosts were omitted throughout the process.
Now that Muzan Kibutsuji is dead, there is no need to cause unnecessary panic.
"The sword technique you inherited should be called Moon Breathing, the first breathing method derived from Sun Breathing, and it holds extraordinary significance."
The two brothers, who belong to the same country, are both of special significance to each other.
Because the markings on his head were considered unlucky, Yoriichi Tsugikuni's childhood was not happy. His father showed him no love whatsoever until he displayed his extraordinary talent.
Besides his mother, only his older brother, Jiguo Yansheng, could bring him a little warmth and sunshine.
He carried the flute that Jiguo Yansheng had given him with him until the moment he died.
Even though Tsugikuni Iwakatsu had become a demon by then, he would still call him "elder brother".
With such deep feelings, Chu Yang believed and was certain that the Moon Breathing technique, tailor-made for Iwakatsu Tsugikuni by Yoriichi Tsugikuni, must have something special that other breathing techniques could not match.
"Mr. Tokito, could you demonstrate your swordsmanship for me?"
Chu Yang actually had a very deep interest in the Breath of the Moon.
The battle with Kokushibo was fleeting. Chu Yang crushed Kokushibo with absolute strength and did not witness any part of the essence of Moon Breathing. After the battle, he felt a little regretful.
"Of course, Mr. Yang!" Tokito Ichiro was overjoyed and hurriedly went home to fetch a rusty samurai sword.
Generally speaking, even if a swordsman's sword is not in use, it will be regularly treated with anti-corrosion measures to prevent the blade from being corroded.
Seeing the condition of the samurai sword, Chu Yang understood that Tokito Ichiro had indeed devoted himself to his wife's illness all these years, leaving him no time to attend to anything else.
"The knife isn't in very good condition, Mr. Yang, please forgive me."
When Tokito Ichiro took out his beloved katana, he looked a little embarrassed, but he quickly composed himself and slowly swung it.
At first, his movements were a bit clumsy, but as he became more focused, those clumsinesses were gradually smoothed out, and he became more fluid and graceful.
While Tokito Ichiro's swordsmanship and Tanjuro's Kagura dance do have similarities, the former's chilling aura is more pronounced.
Chu Yang continued to observe, trying to piece together a complete understanding of the Breath of the Moon based on his knowledge of the Breath of the Sun.
He had a vague feeling that this might be the key to his breakthrough.
Chu Yang didn't call a stop, and Tokito Ichiro practiced again and again, the starting point connecting to the end point, as if it had become a complete circle.
It's exactly the same as the Kagura dance.
Chu Yang was startled!
The two breathing techniques in my mind kept merging, and the moon was in the sun. The addition of the moon breathing made the sun breathing more perfect.
Chu Yang took a deep breath, and the new breathing technique circulated in his body, bringing him a refreshing experience.
When the white breath he exhaled from his mouth and nose, it no longer resembled a golden flame, but rather a dazzling band of light, like the Milky Way.
"This is the new Breath of the Sun—." Chu Yang paused, feeling that such a name was inappropriate, and immediately shook his head, saying, "No, this is no longer the Breath of the Sun, but—the Breath of the Source."
"It can break through constraints, continuously improve, and allow me to step into a completely new level of life."
At the same time, Chu Yang from other worlds also felt the power of the Source Breathing.
Since Muzan Kibutsuji's death, Chu Yang's connection with the Soul Palace in Demon Slayer has become increasingly close, allowing Chu Yang from other worlds to share his changes in real time.
Marvel World.
Brooklyn, New York City.
As the only hope of the entire village, Chu Yang came from the rural town to New York, a metropolis that most people dream of.
He wants to go to school here.
At first, Chu Yang thought it would be a very good public school, but when he arrived, he found out that the school was actually in Brooklyn, the poorest and most chaotic area in all of New York.
As a former predominantly Black minority community, Brooklyn has historically been prone to regional discrimination, making it difficult for people from there to find work elsewhere.
This is one of the most unpopular boroughs in New York City, with a large population and a high crime rate.
When people hear that you're from Brooklyn, they all instinctively cover their mouths and make a surprised expression.
It's as if you're a born criminal.
In such an environment, schools in Brooklyn are practically useless. It's more accurate to say that Chu Yang came here to just pass the time rather than to study.
Even so, the neighbors in the countryside were still very happy to hold a farewell ceremony for Chu Yang.
Moving to a big city, even the worst area, is a lifelong dream for some of them.
Chu Yang's high school wasn't very big; it was at least more shabby than any high school featured in a movie.
"Studying here is a complete waste of time!"
Chu Yang stood at the school gate, hesitating for a long time.
In the end, he left without looking back.
With less than $100 in his pocket, Chu Yang couldn't find a place to stay outside of Brooklyn.
So he spent $50 to book a room at a nearby motel.
"The problem now is how to make some money. We can't just slink back like this, can we?"
Chu Yang suddenly realized—
He has so many clones, yet none of them have any ability related to making money.
"You can only choose one: obey the law or make money."
"Damn it, I'm not American, why should I abide by American laws?!"
"Let's go out and pull off a heist tonight!"
Inspired by the example of Chu Yang soliciting tuition fees from thugs on the streets of London, Chu Yang felt that he also needed to ask those bad guys for some living expenses, and incidentally improve the security of the neighborhood.
After waiting at the hotel until dark, Chu Yang went out wearing a black trench coat.
Brooklyn's economy may not be as good as other places, but its entertainment is just as good.
Bright lights and revelry, a life of extravagance and indulgence.
Not long after Chu Yang left, he encountered several drug addicts standing on the street having a wild time, with laughter and shouts filling the air.
A few streets further on, bars start to appear more often, and you'll see groups of drunks supporting each other, swearing, and vomiting everywhere.
Chu Yang waved his hand dismissively and sneered, "Tsk tsk, the air is thick with the scent of freedom—"
Drunkards can be male or female. Generally, male drunkards are left lying on the street unattended, and they may be robbed by thieves hiding in the shadows.
The female alcoholic received a different treatment. She was surrounded by a group of "model young men" who fussed over her and asked after her. When she could no longer walk, they would immediately bend down, carry her, and run away.
If he were a wealthy gentleman with a car, he would simply throw her into his vehicle and then drive away in the swaying car.
Seeing this, Chu Yang couldn't help but sigh, "There are still many good people in America."
Just as Chu Yang was about to cross this depraved street, he suddenly heard a shout and a group of tall, burly black men blocked his way.
"Hey, you yellow-skinned monkey, I've never seen you before. Are you new here? Do you know the rules?"
As they were talking, five or six black men surrounded Chu Yang, and two of them with dreadlocks were pressing folding knives against Chu Yang's lower back from behind.
Chu Yang laughed and said, "What rules? Tell me about them."
The black man in the lead was stunned for a moment. Chu Yang's reaction was completely unexpected. Normally, people of any skin color would have started begging for mercy.
This was the first time someone had asked him a question in such a serious tone.
The black man sneered, "Be honest and hand over your valuables."
"I have 50 dollars on me. You can take it if you want." Chu Yang shrugged and raised his hands. "If you don't believe me, you can search for yourself."
The Black man, somewhat skeptical, directed his companions to search him.
They checked several pockets on Chu Yang's body and found only a few loose dollars worth of $50.
Many passersby chose to ignore this scene.
I walked quickly past this group of people with my head down.
The leader, enraged, cursed, "Damn poor bastard, this is all the money you have? It's less than what I earn at work!"
Chu Yang looked at the black man with a sincere expression and asked, "What kind of work? Picking cotton?"
"Fuck!!!"
The Black men were enraged and immediately swarmed forward!
Click~~~
That's the sound of steel breaking.
Two black men with dreadlocks looked down at the broken folding knife in their hands and fell into deep thought.
If you stab someone with a knife, how can the knife break?
When they looked up, they saw Chu Yang's kind smile and two fists the size of sandbags.
Boom!Boom!
Two Black men were sent flying, crashing onto the cold concrete with a dull thud that sounded painful.
Chu Yang can take down a kid with one punch.
In an instant, only the black leader of the gang remained, standing there with a small switchblade.
A cold wind blew by, and he shivered, looking so helpless and pitiful.
"Are you planning to use that knife in your hand to trim my nails?" Chu Yang said with a smile. "I'll pay you 50 US dollars to trim them clean, how about that?"
The black man decisively threw away the knife, covered his head with his hands, and squatted on the ground.
"Tsk tsk, newbie, don't you know the rules?"
Chu Yang repeated what he had just said. The black man reacted quickly, immediately taking out all the valuables from his pockets and putting them on the ground.
"Get out!"
The black man felt as if he had been granted a pardon and ran away with a few of his henchmen.
Chu Yang picked up the money, counted it, and found it to be about 900 US dollars.
There was some powdery stuff on the ground, and Chu Yang stomped on it and crushed it a few times.
As soon as Chu Yang turned around, a man blocked his way. The man was very muscular and dressed in a well-fitting black suit.
"Good job, young man. Have you ever received professional boxing training?"
Chu Yang initially thought it was another troublemaker, but to his surprise, the other party's first reaction was to praise him.
He doesn't look like a bad person.
Chu Yang grinned and said, "Sir, I haven't received any training. It's just that those people are too useless."
"No training?" The man in the suit was surprised, then extended his hand to Chu Yang and said, "Hello, my name is Happy Hogan. Are you interested in becoming a professional boxer? I can train you!"
Happy?
Tony Stark's bodyguard?
The more Chu Yang looked at it, the more it resembled the guy. No wonder he looked so fierce.
Before meeting Tony Stark, Happy was indeed a boxer, and even after retiring from professional boxing, he still kept up with the sport.
He still harbors a dream about the boxing ring, and if he cannot realize it himself, he hopes that the boxers he trains can.
"Mr. Happy, thank you for your kind offer, but I have no interest in boxing."
Chu Yang rejected Happy's suggestion.
Just kidding, how many people would he kill if he stepped into the boxing ring?
"That's a real shame." Happy shook his head in disappointment. In his opinion, Chu Yang was a one-in-a-million talent, and it was a real pity that he wasn't going to stand in the boxing ring.
Chu Yang reminded him, "Now is not the time for you to be looking for a boxer, is it? Isn't Mr. Stark still missing?"
Happy asked in surprise, "You know who I am?"
"I've seen you in the newspaper." Chu Yang gestured. "You often stand next to Mr. Stark—"
"Ah~~~" Ha suddenly realized, and exclaimed, "Your observation and memory are really good, you'd be perfect as a bodyguard."
As he spoke, Happy suddenly asked, "Do you have any skills? If not, you can come to Stark as a bodyguard."
Happy thought that he could try to keep Chu Yang by his side first, and then persuade him to become a boxer when they got closer.
"I can earn over 900 US dollars a day here," Chu Yang said, waving the money he had snatched from the black man.
"Haha, don't worry, young man, there's plenty more than enough!" Happy winked at him smugly.
joke!
Is there anywhere in the world with better treatment than Stark Industries?
"Then I agree!"
"I knew you'd agree! But wait a minute, I have important business to attend to here."
"It's okay, I'm free, I can go with you."
"I like your attitude, young man. If Tony comes back, he'll like you too."
The two chatted and laughed, disappearing together around the street corner.
After chatting for a while, Chu Yang learned that Happy had come to the black market to inquire about Tony Stark.
The military has been searching for Tony Stark's whereabouts.
His two closest people, his assistant Pepper and his bodyguard Happy, have yet to receive any definite news.
The two decided to stop relying on the military's channels and try their luck on the black market.
"Watch my signals and don't do anything rash. You have no idea how dangerous the black market is!" Happy warned repeatedly before leading Chu Yang to a bar.
The bodyguard at the door looked at the two of them arrogantly and said coldly, "Please show your invitation."
Happy seemed a little caught off guard. "I didn't ask for an invitation when I came last time!"
"The rules have changed, sir," the bodyguard said impatiently. "Either show me your invitation, or leave!"
"You rude jerk!"
Happy angrily stepped forward to argue with him, only to have something dark pressed against his forehead.
Looking at the Desert Eagle perched on his forehead, Happy swallowed hard. "Okay, I was just kidding. Don't be nervous, if this thing goes off, it'll be a big problem!"
The bodyguard stared at him with a half-smile, showing no intention of removing the gun.
The scene froze for a moment.
"Hey, do you really have to go in?"
Chu Yang's carefree voice rang out from behind. Happy, fearing some misunderstanding, quickly explained, "Gustave is the most well-informed guy in New York's underground; only he could possibly find out about Tony."
"Understood." Chu Yang nodded and slowly walked up to the bodyguard, who immediately pointed his gun at him.
suddenly.
Chu Yang's hand flashed past him like a phantom. The bodyguard instinctively pulled the trigger, only to find that the Desert Eagle in his hand had turned into a pile of parts.
"Wow!!!" Happy exclaimed in shock, feeling like he was watching a movie.
Realizing he had been tricked, the bodyguard raised his hand and threw a punch at Chu Yang's face.
Chu Yang grabbed his fist with his other hand.
He gripped the joints between his fingers tightly.
"Thump!"
The bodyguard knelt obediently in front of Chu Yang, his face filled with pain, as if Chu Yang was about to crush his fist.
Chu Yang kicked him hard in the chest, and the bodyguard flew out, crashing through the bar door and sliding all the way to the center of the dance floor.
The wildly twisting figure suddenly stopped, and even the loud music stopped.
Splash!
The sound of synchronized running replaced the music, and countless figures in suits poured out of the bar.
Happy tried to run away, but Chu Yang grabbed his tie.
"It's time to show off your real skills, happy!"
"what?"