Smack!
Thud!
Smack!
Thud!
If the battle between Moqian and Sasori could be called an exciting back-and-forth, things on Shinji's side were rather boring.
Against a Deidara with no explosive clay, it was nothing but a one-sided thrashing.
No matter how Deidara tried to escape, Shinji only needed to clap his hands lightly before enjoying the "five-yuan all-you-can-beat package."
At first, he had even used Black Flash.
But later, he worried that beating Deidara too badly might make him blow himself up, which would be a problem.
So it became an ordinary beating.
"Enough! What the fuck do you want? You won't kill me, you won't let me go, and every punch goes straight for my face! Are you jealous because I'm better-looking than you?!"
Thud!
Before the aggrieved, furious Deidara could finish, Shinji punched him in the nose again, sending blood spurting.
"Uh... sorry, sorry. I got into a rhythm and didn't stop in time. What were you saying? Jealous? Not a chance. I'm sure if we stood together, anyone with eyes would know who to choose. After all, one's a human and the other's a pig head. What's there to compare? Haha."
Chuckling, Shinji pointed at their respective faces.
One was handsome and dashing; the other was bruised and swollen.
Was there even a choice to make?
Besides, even if they really did compete, Shinji would definitely win.
After all, Shinji's character model had been sculpted after all you handsome, dashing readers. How could a mere Deidara possibly compare to you fine readers, right?
Fuck,
this piece of shit!
Deidara cursed bitterly to himself. Yes, he didn't dare say it aloud.
It wasn't that he hadn't noticed these people while flying overhead earlier. He simply hadn't taken them seriously.
Sasori had still been underwater then, so