Chapter 37 Chapter Thirty-Seven

Aristotle and I looked at each other in the sunset. His burly body like a lion cub was shaking slightly, and several wild dogs were lying on the side curiously, waiting to watch the show. "Don't be polite to me, transform yourself!" I held my breath and tried my best to forget the painful feeling in my calf just now. Aristotle did not pounce, but narrowed his eyes. I waved my empty fist as if threatening, and the long-term rigorous self-training gave my fist the ability to instantly stun ordinary people. Even the empty fist was full of courage, and the air hissed. "Hmph—" Aristotle didn't transform, as if he thought he could easily knock me down.

I actually have a lot of respect for Aristotle, and always have. The way he looked at me, from the hatred, suspicion, indifference three years ago, to the contempt later, my impression of Aristotle is always the same. But now, I have to make some changes. "Transform! Otherwise, you won't be able to beat a professional boxer!" I yelled, kicking Aristotle hard! Aristotle was furious, and he didn't dodge my kick. His huge body swayed, and I, who had already kicked Aristotle's shoulder blade, fell backward two or three meters, with a faint pain in my chest. Aristotle snorted and walked away, probably thinking that I had learned my lesson.

"Don't go!" I yelled, and rushed forward to hug Aristotle's body, as if hugging a big thick sandbag. "Roar!" Aristotle impatiently kicked his feet towards the sky, and I, who weighed more than 70 kilograms, was actually taken off the ground by him, and then fell heavily on the ground. But I still hugged Aristotle tightly and yelled in his ear: "Stupid dog, listen up! Hurry up and transform into me and bite me a few times!" Aristotle seemed very helpless, he didn't intend to transform at all, he just jumped up again, his huge body took me across the air, and then bent down quickly, trying to give me a tragic over-the-shoulder fall.

"Damn it!" I pushed Aristotle's stomach with my knee in mid-air, and he angrily bit my shoulder, causing a person and a dog to fall down. bump! I ignored the pain in my shoulder, got up quickly, and said enthusiastically: "It's not enough! To deal with me, this level is not enough! Hurry up and transform!" If Aristotle bites me madly, his mutated cells phosphorescent deep into my wound, maybe, maybe— "Ho...ho..." Aristotle jumped up like a cannonball and rushed towards me in a straight line. I screamed that it was not good, and at the same time I hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it, I lightly touched Aristotle's neck with my right fist.

"If I had used a little force, you would have passed out!" I yelled, Aristotle swiped his front paws, and I moved back, but the jersey was torn apart by the claws. I feel that my chest has been hurt, but this pain is really nothing, even worse than Wang Kaiya's fist. I squatted down and yelled: "I'm sorry!" I raised my left fist and swung the antelope fist towards Aristotle's chin, which was a real punch. Aristotle froze, and was hit by my uppercut impartially! I'm a little guilty, but I really wish Aristotle could transform and activate his goddamn shield to block all my attacks.

I looked nervously at Aristotle, who was staring at me with wide eyes. "Come on!" I assumed an attacking stance, moving my feet quickly, as if in a ring. Aristotle roared, and I was taken aback. Aristotle disappeared in front of me three times faster than before! "?!" I didn't even have time to react, the whole person was already floating in mid-air. Then fell hard! What a quick pounce!Could it be that the old man didn't mean to add a little bit of transformation, because he didn't need to transform at all, and he could easily blast me into the sky? Just as my ass fell off, Aristotle's face ghostly appeared in front of my nose, and then my eyes went black again.

"Wow!" I yelled in pain, and was directly hit in the face by Aristotle's powerful impact without any defense, and my neck bone was almost broken! I was lying on the ground, breathing hard because the nosebleed kept coming out. Aristotle brushed his tail across my face and left satisfied. That face attack just now was by no means inferior to a professional boxer's decisive blow. "Don't go, okay?" I shook my drowsy head and tried to stand up, but my body still fell sideways. "Roar—" Aristotle looked at me annoyedly and growled. I took a deep breath and got up, my nose was bleeding.