Only I Have the Law: Tokyo Fantasy Daily Life

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This involuntarily reminded him of the first time he officially stepped into the boxing ring.

The spotlight shone down from above, and the audience's eyes focused on him from all directions. He could clearly hear the noise of his heart pounding in his ears.

My usually agile body became incredibly stiff at that moment, as if it didn't belong to me.

It wasn't until his opponent's fist whistled down on him that the pain, like a bucket of cold water, jolted his stiff limbs awake. In the end, he won his first victory and was met with deafening cheers from the entire arena.

That scene was a glorious moment he would never forget.

He once thought that was the beginning of his rise to become a chosen one.

However, reality is incredibly cruel.

He will win, and he will also lose.

He is already 28 years old this year, but the title of "world boxing champion" still seems out of reach.

No matter how hard he practices or how much he pushes himself to his limits, there is always a limit to the power of his punches.

Since one cannot become the world boxing champion, becoming "the one who defeats the world boxing champion" seems to be a way to touch that supreme glory.

He was so eager for glory that he was willing to trample on the law and orchestrate this kidnapping.

Even crimes can have such outrageous twists and turns.

My luck has really been extremely bad.

Ryusuke Otani felt no remorse whatsoever for the methods he had used.

Aside from this underhanded tactic, he couldn't think of any other way to ensure victory against that powerful world boxing champion.

He only resented God's injustice in his heart, wondering why he was born into a family that had nothing but money.

It robbed him of his most coveted boxing talent.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and said in a deep voice, "You're just relying on the power of your knife."

"If you've got the guts, put down your knife and let's settle this with our fists!"

Even if he doesn't become the world champion, he is still one of the most promising title challengers in Japan today.

He has the dignity of a boxer and would never wag his tail like those three kidnappers.

Upon hearing this, Qingze flicked his wrist and deftly sheathed "Ghost Blade" with a crisp "click," saying calmly, "Since you have this request, then I will grant it."

Ryusuke Otani was slightly taken aback.

He just blurted it out in a moment of panic, and he never expected the other party to actually agree!

Do you think that because kendo is powerful, unarmed combat is just as strong?

Or do they simply look down on boxers, believing that it's all just for show in the ring?

If it's the latter... then he'll use his fists to show his opponent that killing someone is by no means a difficult thing for a professional boxer.

Those heavyweight world boxing champions, without gloves, can often kill an ordinary person with just one punch.

He couldn't do it, but he knew perfectly well which parts of the human body were the most vulnerable.

A few consecutive heavy punches would be enough to cripple any arrogant person.

He took a deep breath and began to lightly hop in place, relaxing his tense muscles.

Then, his upper body began to sway rhythmically from side to side like a pendulum, and he took nimble little steps, constantly closing the distance between himself and Qingze.

Qingze simply stood there quietly, watching him approach.

The moment he entered the effective attack range, Ryusuke Otani twisted his waist and abdomen violently, and the amplitude of his swing suddenly increased. With the help of this powerful torque, his right fist, like a cannonball, whistled through the air and slammed straight into Aozawa's face.

This is his signature move, the "Death Swing," which allows him to unleash the full power of his body to deliver a fatal blow to his opponent.

however,

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound.

Aozawa, though arriving late, struck first with his left fist, which was as fast as lightning and landed precisely on the center of Otani Ryusuke's chest.

He didn't even use magic, relying solely on the enhanced muscle strength of his left arm.

But the terrifying force caused Ryusuke Otani's ribs to shatter like potato chips.

The shattered bone fragments, under the immense impact, pierced fiercely towards the vulnerable heart at the back.

"Pfft...pfft..."

My heart was instantly riddled with holes.

Ryusuke Otani's eyes widened to their limit, his pupils filled with disbelief and horror. He had actually been knocked out by an amateur with a single punch?!

"Ugh..."

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only large gushes of blood gushed out.

His strength was instantly drained, and he fell heavily backward with a dull thud.

His unfocused pupils finally locked onto the display case filled with trophies, as if trying to imprint those glories deep into his soul.

Qingze expressionlessly put away his fist, turned around, and jogged away from the blood-soaked living room.

Through the shared view of the sparrows in the air, he clearly "saw" the direction the three girls were running in and immediately sped up to chase after them.

……

"Ha...ha...no, I can't take it anymore..."

The streetlights cast a dim, yellowish glow, illuminating the clean and spacious streets.

Mizuho Ooi was the first to give up. She braced herself on her knees, bent over, and gasped for breath. Her lungs felt like they were about to explode, and she even saw stars before her eyes.

"Even if... even if the kidnappers catch up now... I can't run anymore... I need to rest..."

She usually hates sports, and this frantic run almost killed her.

Due to her family background, Tomomi Takei was required to undergo physical training by her father from a young age, and this amount of running barely made her sweat.

But seeing her two friends almost exhausted, she couldn't continue running alone.

She glanced back anxiously.

That nightmarish mansion had long since disappeared from sight.

Should we call the police?

She thought of the older brother who had covered their retreat and quickly took out her phone. "Let's call the police first, and then see if there's a house nearby where we can hide for a while."

"Mmm...okay, okay..."

Mizuho Ooi responded listlessly, then plopped down on the ground without any regard for her image, even spreading her legs wide apart, wanting only for the night breeze to quickly take away the heat from her body.

Just as Tomomi Takei took out her phone, before she could even dial, she saw a figure chasing after her from the direction they had come from.

The night breeze lifted the hem of the man's deep purple cloak, and the fox mask seemed incredibly kind and reliable to Takei Tomomi at that moment.

"Big brother! Are you...are you alright?!"

"It's alright, the matter has been resolved."

Qingze stopped in front of them, his tone still indifferent.

Upon seeing this, Mizuho Ooi, who had been slumped on the ground, seemed to be injected with some kind of power. She immediately put her legs together and stood up with great effort, trying to maintain a ladylike image in front of her savior.

"Use your phones to check the map, get to the station as soon as possible, and go home."

Qingze pointed to the phones in their hands, "They won't bother you anymore."

"Brother! Thank you so much!"

Takei Tomomi bowed deeply to Aozawa, her tone filled with sincere gratitude.

Just as she lowered her head, the blue tag above her head, "Noble Girl," flashed and quickly merged into a beam of azure light, which then disappeared into Qingze's brow.

"I...I really don't know how to repay you..."

Tomomi Takei looked up, her eyes slightly moist.

“It’s alright,” Qingze’s voice came through the mask. “Your words are the best reward for me. Goodbye.”

Before he finished speaking, he nimbly scaled the nearly two-meter-high wall of a neighboring house, his figure disappearing instantly from the astonished sight of the three.

The three looked at each other, speechless for a long time.

"I never expected that my older brother is a parkour expert."

"More than that!"

Mizuho Ooi immediately added, her face flushed with excitement, "Judging from the sword at his waist, he must be a master swordsman."

And look at his physique; under his uniform, there are definitely powerful muscles.

I wonder what kind of handsome face lies beneath the fox mask? Or perhaps the weathered charm of a middle-aged man with a story to tell?

As she spoke, her eyes almost sparkled with excitement.

Seeing her friend's infatuated expression, Tomomi Takei could understand.

Even she couldn't help but sketch the face beneath that mysterious mask in her mind.

Another, more composed friend spoke up: "Should we still call the police?"

"forget it……"

Mizuho Ooi shook her head and lowered her voice, "Judging from what my brother said, those people inside are probably already..."

The knife at his waist was no mere decoration.

If we call the police, wouldn't we be pushing our benefactor into a fire pit?

"That's right. We should keep what happened today to ourselves and no one is allowed to tell anyone!"

Takei Tomomi immediately gave serious instructions.

"Yes, agreed."

The other two nodded emphatically.

Tomomi Takei took out her phone and searched for directions to the nearest station.