I’m Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl

The first step to becoming a berserker is to hypnotize yourself.

In Qiao Jingfu's martial arts novel "The Poetry of Martial Arts Madness", a method of "borrowing images" was mentioned.

To put it simply, it is to imagine a picture in your mind, and use this special picture to realize your greatest potential.

For example, in "The Poetry of Martial Arts Madness", the young Qingcheng school swordsman used the method of "burning the body with fire" to imagine a raging fire behind him, so that his body had a stress response, Dash forward quickly.

In the comics of "Saint Seiya", Seiya Zilong is behind Tianma Tianlong when he makes a move, and I think it is similar to the method of borrowing pictures.

I don't know if runners like Liu Xiang and Bolt used the method of borrowing pictures during the competition, imagining that there was a lion behind them or something.

Since the berserker mode is going to be activated, my method of borrowing pictures is naturally related to the berserker.

First of all, I would imagine an endless sea of ​​blood and corpses, with swords everywhere, howling winds, and a salty smell that goes straight to my nose.

Then, play the following lines in your head repeatedly:

"Pain! Madness! Destruction!"

"The Viking brave made by the north wind..."

"The Twilight of the Gods in Valhalla!"

"Kyo Kusanagi, take your life!"

"Wahhahahahahahahahahahahaha—"

Usually these lines are played secretly in my mind, but I don't rule out the possibility of occasionally yelling out unconsciously because I am too immersed.

Regardless of whether I have yelled it or not, whenever I use Berserker mode, the enemy will soon be swept away by extremely weird and crazy attacks.

Sometimes when I regain my composure, I don't even know how they were knocked down by me.

I never use the Berserker mode in front of Captain Guo Songtao. If he accidentally heard the lines in my head, it would be super embarrassing.

In other words, the Berserker mode was originally intended to be used as a secret weapon against the bully.

It's a pity that it will be useless in the future.

Thinking about it this way made me even more depressed.

Depression turns to anger, and anger breeds madness.

This is great, I have entered the deep berserker mode.

The little ruffian who was the first to say that he wanted to molest the school girl approached me.

I knew from a casual glance that he was the weakest among them. The reason why he dared to come here first was probably because he felt that he had a lot of people and wanted to show off his prestige in front of his accomplices.

"You stunned young man is really not afraid of death? Wait for us—"

He raised his hand in a gesture to slap me.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr"

He froze at the strange sound that came out of my mouth.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? You—"

I shot out suddenly, with five fingers like hooks, I grabbed his face.

Although he wants to break free, how can I easily break free with the iron-like five fingers on my right hand?

His accomplice tensed up, but I couldn't read the expressions on their faces.

My visual system was clouded with blood red.

Destroy all tangible and intangible things!

Pulling back with the right hand, he raised his knee at the same time, and gave him a heavy blow to his lower abdomen!

His face was distorted immediately, like a crushed tomato.

He was not tall, and this made his feet off the ground and his body vacated.

Before he fell backwards, I stretched out two hands and grabbed the jacket on his chest, twisted it violently, and turned his whole body sideways.

The two accomplices who ran up to help from behind him were shocked.

I spat at this roe-headed mouse, and then punched him in the chest!

He flew out with a "huh" and hit the two accomplices behind him heavily.

Without giving them any chance to breathe, I jumped over, grinned at the two accomplices who were smashed to the ground, grabbed them by the neck, and punched each of them on the chin.

Ah, I still have a little bit of reason, I just rubbed the nerve endings on their jaws with my uppercut, causing them to roll their eyes white and faint.

If [-]% more force is added, the concussion is considered mild, and the entire jaw may be tilted to the back of the head.

Sure enough, it was because the three of them were too weak.

The berserker mode is stronger when it is strong, and the more threatened it is, the more violent it will be.

Seeing that I killed his three subordinates in an instant, the ruffian leader who had been leaning on the pier and watching couldn't stay still.

Just as he was about to come towards me, the peaked cap shouted: "Boss, don't make a move, watch me deal with him..."

Before the word "he" was fully uttered, I rushed to the peaked cap like a gust of wind, and stretched out my right hand to pull his hair.

The most feared thing in a fight is being grabbed by someone's hair. You are a big man with such long hair. Wouldn't it be a pity for the conscience of heaven and earth if I don't pull it?

Unexpectedly, the peaked cap reacted quickly. He leaned low to avoid my pulling my hair, tilted his body, and kicked my calf, hoping to make me lose my balance.

It's a bit of a whip-leg posture in martial arts, and I may have practiced it before.

Unfortunately, I just feel a little pain.

Compared with the deep pain that Xiaobawang left in the depths of my soul, it is not worth mentioning.

And in Berserker mode, the more injured, the more berserk.

"Good kick! Come again! Come again!!"

The peaked cap was so frightened by the ferocious expression on my face that he backed down and boasted in front of the boss before.

I don't care what he thinks!

Inferior creatures!What do you think it has anything to do with me!

I charged forward again, the offensive line was simple and rough.

He rushed up like a gust of wind, and directly reached out to grab his face.

The peaked cap was afraid of being met with the same fate as the roe-headed rat-eyed king, and hurriedly tried to escape.

But judging from his actions when he dodged my attack last time, I probably know that he will dodge to the right back this time.

It's not how smart I am in fighting, but once I turn myself into a bloodthirsty monster, I have the instinct of a monster.

as predicted!He was still hiding in the same direction!

I let out a "hum", swept my legs, and kicked the peaked cap on the back of the waist with great force.

The peaked cap screamed and flew up, and fell down the slope of the river embankment.

The slopes are full of flowers and plants, which is equivalent to a flower garden. I don't worry about him falling to his death.

My concern is that he doesn't fall hard enough.

While the peaked cap was still flying in the air for a while, I also trot down the slope for two steps, aiming at the approximate landing point of the peaked cap, I jumped into the air, grabbed the hair at the back of his head with one hand, and then sank my center of gravity, letting him He fell face down on the grass.

My hands continued to exert force.

"You, what are you going to do!?"

The peaked cap was shocked.

I ignored him, pressed his face hard on the turf, and went all the way down the slope, like a lawnmower, dragging him tyrannically to the bottom of the slope.

Then rush to the back to make up for an elbow!

All kinds of herbs smashed against his face, he was yelling something, and finally his face was covered in blood and he didn't move.

I climbed up the slope again and looked at the ruffian leader standing on a high place.

His face was covered with sweat, and the cigarette butt in his mouth fell to the ground.

"You, who the hell are you?"

he asked me in a trembling voice.

I don't know who I am, but from this point of view, the little bastard who called me "Boss Ye" was quite wise when he shot the savior.

Berserker mode has been used for a long time, and I seem to have lost my language ability.

He had no choice but to respond to him with a grin on his face.

The ruffian swallowed, and took out a dagger from the jacket's interlayer.

Under the faint moonlight, the light reflected from the dagger catches the eyes.

I continued to grin.

What a waste of your good physique!Little Boss!

If you fight me fairly like a cap, you might last a few rounds.

Once you take out the knife, you have already mentally admitted that you are a weak person.

Your aura has completely faded, like gray smoke.

Moreover, the dagger is not Guan Erye's broadsword, so the bonus to attack distance is limited.

What's more, once you use the dagger, the attack method becomes very simple.

If you always want to rely on the dagger to make the decisive blow, you will restrict your hands and feet and turn yourself into a fool.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr"

Meaningless sounds continued to come out of my mouth.

Attack suddenly!

Without any fear, he almost directly hit the dagger in his hand with his chest!

His face was as white as paper, and he stabbed reflexively.

Such an easily predictable response, such an easily predictable route.

I flew up and easily kicked the dagger in his hand away.

Dad once comforted me, saying that my legs are not as short as I thought.

Maybe it really isn't that short.

The ruffian leader who lost his dagger is equivalent to losing his last courage.

He twisted his heels and tried to run away, but I grabbed the back collar of his jacket.

A hand knife slashed at his neck.

His whole tongue sticks out.

Although when you bullied my juniors just now, you stood by and didn't do anything.

But no matter whether you came up with the idea of ​​bullying or not, as their boss, you cannot escape the blame for your lax discipline.

Thinking of this, I grabbed my clothes and pulled him down the slope.

He immediately knew what I wanted to do, and was afraid of being treated like a peaked cap, so he struggled desperately.

As expected of the little boss, you have the strength.

It seems that it is not realistic to use the lawnmower again.

Looking up, I saw the piers of the Jiangqiao Bridge next to it. Although the large cement pillars had been cracked for a long time, they were absolutely solid, and there was no problem with the train passing on the bridge every day.

I turned the direction under my hand, and directly threw the little leader to the bridge pier.

He didn't just sit still, he actually supported the pier with both hands and bounced himself back.

I kicked his ass.

With a bang, it hit the bridge pier heavily.

Not dizzy yet, quite durable.

I jumped forward and hit him hard on the back with the side of my body.

Iron Mountain!Although I only learned it from fighting games, I have already mastered the secret in real fighting!

Once, twice, three times!

He slid down the bridge plinth with vacant eyes.

The sea of ​​blood in my heart has not subsided.

You have to calm down and get out of here quickly.

Although there are very few pedestrians at this time, if you encounter the police patrolling the night, it will be unreasonable.

Not good, a little urgent to urinate.