Otto's daily life

Chapter 605 Showy Operation

The silence on the battlefield was soon broken, and the two sides started fighting again, but everyone was a little absent-minded, constantly paying attention to the few people who decided the outcome of the battle with their peripheral vision, well, especially that slap.

"Yeah." Saiya shook her hand proudly at Cero.

See? This slap feels so good!

She didn't want to slap him in public, but her arms were so long, so she had to choose either the face or the chest. So Saiya chose the upper one without hesitation. She disliked old men.

Zero's eyes lit up brighter and brighter, and he raised his hand happily, "I want one, too!"

So he couldn't wait to reach his hand in, ready to slap him as well.

Because of the speed, he did not notice the source of the slap. Belia did not care about having fun anymore and directly controlled the army of monsters to quickly eliminate the Kingdom of Light.

It doesn’t matter if you can’t find the culprit. Just eliminate all the enemies and then there will be no enemies.

Thinking of this, Belia raised the plasma spark high and used its light again to revive the monster souls in this area.

Seven's fighting rhythm was disrupted for a moment, but with the tacit support of his companions, he quickly resolved the sudden rioting monster.

Ace came closer and whispered, "I thought I saw a hand sticking out from the plasma sparks just now."

If, he gave Belia a clean slap.

Seven wanted to say something but stopped himself, because because of the angle, he could see more clearly, that slap was from Saiyan!

He was already a Buddha, so he was not surprised to see her here.

However, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and plasma sparks appeared... When did she do this!

Saiyan, you really gave him a surprise, Seven thought with gritted teeth.

Hmm? You asked why it wasn't Zero. The answer is simple. In Seven's eyes, Zero is a good kid compared to Zeya. Who told him to suffer a great loss because of the plasma spark? Once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of the rope for ten years. The same principle applies...

Under Ace's pitying gaze, Seven gradually calmed down, and looked calmly at a familiar arm extending from the plasma spark raised by Belia.

Seven: ...

Good news: the hand isn't Saiyan's.

Bad news: the hand belongs to Cero.

Worse news: He missed the target.

A bony hand groped for a long time under his gaze, and finally grabbed the target before the other party noticed it, bent it slightly, and then hit Belia's head hard with irresistible force.

"Boom!"

"Hey, that's a good start!" Saiyan slapped his thigh and commented tactfully.

Belia was confused, but now, no matter how dumb he was, he understood where the attack came from.

He squeezed the plasma spark, and clenched the hand holding the fighting device tightly, and you could see the energy suddenly gushing out of him.

Beria said viciously: "Who did it!"

He almost thought the plasma sparks had become spirits.

The Ultra Brothers looked at the sky, the earth, and themselves, but not at him.

Belia's face was twisted with anger. In his entire life, no one had ever been able to touch his head. Even when he rebelled against the Kingdom of Light, he had never suffered such a great humiliation.

His anger was naturally ignored by Saiyan and the others. Saiyan happily high-fived Cero, handed the Star Gate to Cero, and asked someone else to knock on it.

So, under the absent-minded gaze of the crowd, that divine move appeared again.

Knowing where the attack came from, Belia could no longer tolerate the opponent's despicable attack. He grinned and stabbed the fighting instrument hard, nailing it to the ground, making a deep hole. Then he pulled his hand out and grabbed the outstretched wrist.

As soon as Belia grasped the slender wrist, he was speechless for a moment. The feeling of this hand did not seem like that of an adult.

Although he was surprised, it did not stop him from wanting him to die.

Belia sensed the other party's resistance, smiled coldly, and pulled him back fiercely. He wanted to let him know that he was not someone to be trifled with...

Beria:?

He pulled out the wrist at first, revealing the back part easily, but stopped before the other party noticed.

He didn't move forward any further. Unconvinced, Beria pushed back with force, but the opponent turned his palm into a fist and took the initiative, grabbing Beria's dark and powerful fingers and exerting force hard.

Instantly, Belia's grim expression could no longer be held. It hurts! Severe pain came from his hand. For a moment, he thought his wrist was cut off by the other party.

The long-lost pain crept up his nerves, allowing him to feel the taste of freedom firsthand.

So, Belia was so angry that he laughed. What the hell was this thing? Not only was he not burned by the plasma sparks, but he was also hit on the head twice.

The other party didn't care about his little thoughts. Saiyan only knew that the other party wanted to meet up, so the considerate Saiyan decided to give the other party a surprise.

She firmly grasped Belia's free hand and pursed her lips. Zero smiled and nodded. He confidently put his hand in, and gave Belia a few enthusiastic punches left and right without hesitation.

Saiyan had never lost in a battle of strength, and he didn't think the other party could break free from her blockade. So, he put his hand in with trust and began to beat the old man's life.

Seeing the second and third hands extending from the plasma sparks, Seven felt a sense of calmness finally coming. He immediately turned his head away and didn't look at Belia's embarrassment.

This was the only thing he could do as a junior. After doing this, he fought and retreated, came to the laughing Taro, pricked up his ears, and listened to the impromptu report of the big-mouthed Taro.

"Oh, the expression on Belia's face is so funny. He looks shocked."

"Oh my god, brother, Zero hit Belia so hard that his head is about to be turned into a pig's head."

"Haha, good job. The kick he gave me still hurts now."

Taro became more and more excited as he spoke, and Seven couldn't help but turn his head to look.

Well, what Taro said was right. After all these operations, Belia could no longer maintain his "big boss" demeanor and began to jump up and down in anxiety.

Even at this time, one of his hands was still tightly grasping the plasma spark, while the other hand was firmly held in Saiyan's hand.

The small fist formed a sharp contrast with the big hand with distinct joints, but it was this small fist that trapped Belia, forcing him to use his head to block the attack from another opponent.

ps: The old man watching from a distance: Hey, he said there will be good shows where Saiyan is.

The two Leo brothers following behind him were hesitant to speak. Is this why you came here early to watch the show?

The old man looked at Dyna, then at Zero Seiya, and finally at Belia, and finally said that this drama was absolutely wonderful.