Chapter 3

Douma looked at the murderous look on Nakahara Chuuya's face and couldn't help but shudder in his heart. He forced a smile and greeted him, "Hi, what a coincidence, Chuuya."

You can't blame him for being scared. Although Nakahara Chuuya is only 1.6 meters tall, his aura is as strong as 3.8 meters. Whoever he touches will be scared.

Nakahara Chuuya, who found the place according to the confession and kicked the door open, was suddenly called by someone familiar. His attention was immediately drawn to the place, and his cobalt blue eyes were fixed on Douma.

The young man's highly recognizable long oak-white hair and colorful pupils made Nakahara Chuuya recognize him instantly.

It was a suspicious young man who I had just met in the afternoon, who called himself Douma.

The other person was leaning against the wall in a leisurely posture, with a brilliant smile on his face, and his two pointed fangs flashed a frightening cold light under the light.

Considering Douma's suspiciousness, he looked like a villain behind the scenes. Nakahara Chuuya simply ignored the other person who just ran out of the kitchen and looked straight at Douma: "Is it you?"

The tone sounded like a simple question, but also like a final confirmation of the prey.

Douma's pupils trembled. No... it's not him, how could it be him? What's the sense of déjà vu when watching a TV series and suddenly skipped dozens of episodes?

"It's not me!" Douma quickly retorted that he did nothing and didn't even know what he had posted.

The anxiety on Douma Kyou's face was so fake that Nakahara Chuuya was sure that the other party was treating him like a fool.

Such obvious provocation and ridicule, and even dared to touch his lamb. In the afternoon, Douma even danced in front of him.

Thinking of this, veins on Nakahara Chuuya's forehead throbbed and his anger level quickly filled up.

The culprit Katsuma Taro who accidentally escaped from the center of the storm, saw that Nakahara Chuuya had misunderstood, and quickly put the blame on Douma: "Douma-sama, the leader of the sheep has found us, what should we do?" -

“?” Douma was stunned for a moment.

Douma has no idea what happened, but as the one who stirred up a hornet's nest and accidentally tied the lamb back, it was no wonder that he didn't know this matter could not be resolved peacefully.

Knowing that the Sheep King was very protective of his own people, Katsuma Taro thought that it was better to die with his friend than to die in poverty, so he deliberately shouted to Douma: "Master Douma, the lamb you ordered your subordinates to capture is locked in the basement. Let's use it to threaten the Sheep King."

"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense." Douma was so anxious that he was about to cry. As an ordinary person, he had never encountered such a situation.

Seeing the tears in Douma's eyes about to fall, Nakahara Chuuya sneered, "Stop acting. Has no one ever told you that your acting is terrible?"

Douma was a little annoyed by Nakahara Chuuya's cold and ruthless attitude: "Are you stupid? You believe everything that bad old man says. I already said it wasn't me. I know nothing."

While neither Nakahara Chuuya nor Douma were paying attention to him, Katsuma Taro carefully moved his feet back and pressed himself tightly against the cold wall. While trying to reduce his presence, his cloudy eyes wandered between the two of them.

Not taking that wretched figure seriously, Nakahara Chuuya watched Douma's fake performance and laughed in anger: "Ha, are you still acting? You are so brave to call me stupid in front of me."

Seeing that Nakahara Chuuya was unconvinced, Douma was so angry about being wronged that he couldn't help but retort: ​​"Don't you understand what I'm saying?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the air became quiet.

Sensing the stagnation of the atmosphere, Katsuma Taro huddled in a corner and swallowed nervously, not daring to breathe. However, his cloudy little eyes became especially bright because he found a chance to survive: Fight, fight, fight quickly!

Perhaps Katsuma Taro's prayers worked, and things were developing in the direction he hoped for.

After being attacked face to face, Nakahara Chuuya's face turned cold. A deep red gravity cage covered his whole body. He kicked lightly, leaving a crack on the ground. He instantly appeared in front of Douma and delivered a flying kick.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Douma didn't even react to the attack. His body moved instinctively and his right arm blocked the attack in a very professional manner, preventing Nakahara Chuuya's kick from hitting him directly in the face.

After a muffled bang, a sharp pain came from his right arm belatedly. He had a broken bone. Douma gritted his teeth stubbornly and did not scream.

The wound healed quickly, and Douma, who had only endured severe pain for a few seconds, said without thinking, "That's all."

In fact, that kick from Nakahara Chuuya was very powerful, otherwise he wouldn't have injured Douma's body, whose hardness can now compete with a steel sword.

“Huh, is that so?” Nakahara Chuuya stood on one leg with his hands in his pockets, and pressed down hard on the leg that was blocked by Douma’s arm.

With the help of gravity, even though Douma's left arm also joined the battle to resist the force, the floor under his feet still couldn't stop cracking, and he sank down little by little.

Seeing that the man was not knocked down directly, he looked like he was doing it with ease.

Nakahara Chuuya's fighting spirit surged, a wild smile appeared on his face, and the red light around him surged: "Be crushed by gravity!"

Douma felt the pressure on his arms increasing, he even had the illusion that he was blocking not a person's legs but a mountain, but things had come to this point and he could only force his way up.

There was an almost unnoticeable cracking sound amid the sound of the floor breaking, and Douma's right arm, which had been repaired, broke again along with his left arm. He forced himself to swallow the muffled groan.

Thanks to the cannibal's already pale face, Nakahara Chuuya didn't notice Douma's weak reaction at all. He just thought he had met an opponent, and he increased the gravity to the maximum with a serious look.

With half of his body pressed into the ground, Douma knew he couldn't go on like this.

Even though he has the body and abilities of an Upper Rank Two, he has no combat experience. It's no problem for him to fight in close combat with Chuuya Nakahara, who will be known as a future Taijutsu master. Moreover, Douma is a medium- and long-range magician.

After waking up, Douma tried to mobilize the hidden power in his body.

Transparent ice crystals emitting cold air condensed in the palm of his hand, and gradually gathered into sharp ice cones according to his wishes. With a thought, they pierced towards Zhongyuan Chuuya's face.

The ice that appeared out of nowhere surprised Zhongyuan Zhongye a little. Supernatural powers were still rare in Leibo Street, but that was all. He focused his eyes, jumped back lightly, avoided the sudden attack of the ice cone, and tried to use gravity to control the ice cone by touching it with his hand.

The red light successfully wrapped around the ice cone made by Douma, but Nakahara Chuuya found that his fingers that touched the ice cone were almost numb and only felt a tingling pain. His hands were frozen.

"Tsk, can't I touch it?" Nakahara Chuuya stopped, put his frozen hand back into his trouser pocket without leaving any trace, and his eyes became solemn.

At the same time, Douma also took the opportunity to retreat and distance himself from Nakahara Chuuya.

As for the fact that his attack didn't even scratch Chuuya Nakahara's oily skin, Douma was not disappointed, as this was not his original purpose.

After witnessing Douma's special ability, Nakahara Chuuya, with his rich combat experience, approaches him again and does not give Douma the chance to use his special ability. He has just discovered that Douma does not seem to be good at close combat, which is his advantage.

Facing Nakahara Chuuya's violent physical attack, Douma did not stand there stupidly to take it. Instead, he made full use of the ghost's powerful reflexes and dodged at a speed that ordinary people could not react to.

Unfortunately, Nakahara Chuuya is not among ordinary people, his speed is also very fast.

Douma, who has not yet adapted to his current physical abilities, was inevitably beaten severely. He was knocked flying several times like a rag doll. Fortunately, his strong recovery ability allowed him to continue flying indefinitely, and apart from a little pain, he was fine.

Actual combat is the best teacher. As Douma gradually adapted to the pain, his fighting ability increased rapidly.

Before his clothes became so torn that they could no longer cover his body, he finally finished adjusting to his current body and was able to at least fight Nakahara Chuuya properly.

The consequence of the give and take is that the surrounding walls suffer.

Nakahara Chuuya directly transformed into the demolition office. The power of his flying kick, which was enhanced by gravity, was amazing. With one kick, he kicked a big hole in the wall. Except for the largest pieces that flew out, there were still many broken stones that flew everywhere, leaving deep and heavy scratches on the furniture and walls in the house.

The scattered stones that hit Douma did not cause him any harm, but only made a strange sound of metal colliding with stone. However, in this battle scene that seemed like a demolition, this strange sound was too inconspicuous to be noticed by anyone.

Douma, who was forced to quickly learn how to use blood demon arts, jumped and dodged the clanging sound of demolition while pulling out the golden iron fan stuck in his waist and swung it vigorously: "Blood demon art: Lotus Leaf Ice."

Several huge lotus-shaped ice crystals, half a person's height, were sprayed out from the fans and roared towards the direction of Nakahara Chuuya.

Nakahara Chuuya reacted quickly and stretched out his hand towards the wall behind him. The deep red light of gravity spread and covered it. As he dragged the hand, a small half of the wall broke off. He tore it off and used it as a weapon, swinging it to collide with the huge lotus-shaped ice crystal.

After the series of collisions, Nakahara Chuuya, who seemed to be able to handle it with ease, was breathing a little faster than before. Beads of sweat slid down his chubby cheeks and dripped onto the gravel-covered ground.

Nakahara Chuuya's savage look made Douma smile in relief, revealing a pair of evil little fangs: "Try this move, Blood Demon Jutsu: Scattered Lotuses."

As Douma waved the golden iron fan in his hand, a large number of ice petals as sharp as blades were swung out.

The transparent ice crystal petals are like flowers scattered from heaven. The scene is extremely beautiful, yet also extremely cruel.

This was the last scene that Katsuma Taro saw, and then he was chopped into pieces into a bloody skeleton.

Seeing this, Nakahara Chuuya, who had successfully defended against this move using the rubble on the ground, was stunned. As the King of Sheep who valued his companions the most, he could not accept the idea of ​​killing his companions.

Rage burned Nakahara Chuuya's beautiful cobalt blue eyes red, and he yelled at Douma: "What are you doing? Isn't he your companion?"

The excitement of accidentally killing someone made Douma lose his expression: "I told you it wasn't true. I just knew him for less than an hour."

Without the fake expression to hinder him, Douma's words became very convincing.

“???” Nakahara Chuuya seemed to be suddenly grabbed by the neck. His anger suddenly stopped. He seemed to realize something. He reluctantly confirmed again: “Stranger?”

Douma could no longer hear Nakahara Chuuya's voice. His head was buzzing: He killed someone, he actually killed someone... Even if the other party was a bad guy, it was not a reason for him to kill.

The honest man Nakahara Chuuya looked at Douma with embarrassment in his vigilant eyes, and even breathing began to become difficult.

Wait, shortness of breath???

Nakahara Chuuya grabbed his own neck and raised his head suddenly: "You..." The rest of the words were stuck in his throat, his body was shaking and about to fall, and his vision gradually became blurred.