"Who's so arrogant as to claim to be invincible?"
Just as everyone was immersed in the huge contrast of the burly Nezha's appearance, an angry voice rang out. Then, everyone saw a short figure quickly jump towards the martial arts arena. He was like a spirit monkey, and only a trace of red afterimage could be seen faintly. His speed was extremely fast.
The short figure finally stopped at the bottom of the arena. It was a child. He wore a red dudou on his upper body and blue shorts on his lower body. He was barefooted, and a seven-foot-long red ribbon around his waist fluttered in the wind. His little face was pouting with anger.
It was Ne Zha from the legendary Ne Zha world. He stared at the dispirited Qi Yu on the stage with his big eyes. His eyes were filled with anger.
This was the first time he had heard of such an arrogant person. He actually thought that no one in the world could take a punch from him.
He, Ne Zha, could easily take a hundred punches, let alone one punch.
Perhaps this bald man couldn't even take a single blow from his Fire-tipped Spear.
The crowd looked at the burly Ne Zha from the Hundred Thousand Cold Jokes world, and then at the short Ne Zha from the legendary Ne Zha world. The corners of their mouths twitched violently.
You wouldn't know if you didn't compare them. The difference between their appearances was too great. It was so great that it defied the natural order.
Apart from the same name, the only other thing they had in common was their cute heads. As for their lower bodies, they weren't on the same level at all.
At this moment, the crowd once again realized that there were all sorts of strange things in the universe. It wasn't just empty talk.
They had seen Yang Jian, who looked almost identical. They had seen the difference between the appearance of Sun Wukong in the world of the return of the Great Sage and the appearance of Journey to the West world. They had thought that they could accept the similarity between characters with the same names from different worlds.
But this time, seeing the burly Ne Zha and the short Ne Zha, the crowd's hearts trembled violently. The Creator was indeed omnipotent.
There was nothing that the Creator couldn't create.
"Little brother, let me do it."
Li Jing from the Hundred Thousand Cold Jokes world said with a trace of helplessness in his eyes.
The short Ne Zha looked only six or seven years old. He was still a child.
Qi Yu's words were a little arrogant, but it was a fact that he had defeated many third-order and fourth-order experts.
Even though he was the number one swordsman of the Shang Dynasty, he did not have absolute confidence in winning, let alone a child.
When everyone heard Li Jing's words, they all looked at him. They wanted to know how Li Jing would feel if he knew that the child in front of him was Nezha.
"Everyone, is there anything wrong with Li Jing's face?"
Li Jing's expression froze slightly. Why were so many people looking at him? Could it be that there were leftovers from breakfast on his face?
"It's nothing."
The people around Li Jing revealed a strange smile.
As the saying goes, a mother doesn't despise her son for being ugly, and a son doesn't despise his family for being poor. However, Nezha's appearance was completely beyond human imagination.
Perhaps Li Jing would not despise his son. However, when he looked at Nezha in another world and saw his normal and cute appearance, no one would believe that he did not have any other emotions.
"You're Li Jing?"
Nezha of the Legend of Nezha was slightly stunned. He pointed at Li Jing and smiled.
What a coincidence, this person's name was exactly the same as his father's name.
However, this Li Jing in front of him was much more loving than his father.
His son was so tall and strong, so his strength must be extraordinary. On the other hand, Li Jing was the opposite. He looked like he did not have any ability.
However, Li Jing was afraid that his son would be hurt by Saitama, so he did not hesitate to step forward.
He remembered very clearly that because he had shot the Xuanyuan Arrow, his father had actually wanted to tie him up and give him to Brother Chao. Comparing the two, it showed how loving Li Jing was.
Li Jing nodded and said, "Nezha, bring this little brother to the side to play."
He had clearly seen the last two battles. Saitama was too fierce.
No matter who his opponent was, he threw a violent punch. If not for the protection of the martial arts arena, the person fighting with Saitama would have been either killed or crippled.
If the short Nezha accidentally jumped up, he was not sure that Saitama would not kill him.
Although the martial arts arena was protected, it could only ensure that the contestants would not be seriously injured.
If they were lightly injured, the martial arts arena would not protect them.
"Daddy, I want to play with little brother."
The burly Nezha was like a child who had found a playmate. He ran towards Nezha excitedly.
If it were not for the loud banging sounds on the ground and the burly Nezha's strong muscles, they might really look like two children playing happily together just by looking at their faces.
Unfortunately, things did not go as he wished. The burly Nezha's muscular body made it impossible for people to think that he was a child. He was a child who was similar in age to the short Nezha, or even younger.
"What did you say?"
The short Nezha retreated repeatedly and avoided the burly Nezha who was running over. He could not help but swallow his saliva as a trace of shock flashed in his eyes.
This burly man who could be called a muscular bulldozer was actually called Nezha.
Li Jing, Nezha, the relationship between father and son could no longer be described as a coincidence.
That was a strange but real fact.
In another world, he was actually so burly. It was beyond the short Nezha's expectations. It shook his young heart.
"Little brother, don't run. Let's play together."
The burly Nezha pounced at the short Nezha repeatedly. He wanted to hug the short Nezha intimately to express his excitement. However, he was dodged by the short Nezha's agile movements.
"Huff, huff, huff ~"
Every time the burly Nezha hugged, a strong wind would howl and form in his arms.
How much strength did he have to form such a terrifying storm? Not to mention a human, even a bear could break its waist, let alone a child.
If the short Nezha did not use his divine power to protect himself, he might be smashed into a meat patty by the burly Nezha's intimate hug.
Such a ferocious action frightened the people beside the short Nezha and they quickly retreated.
They were afraid that they would be implicated. They vomited blood and fell to the ground after being hugged passionately by the burly Nezha.
"Nezha, stop."
At that moment, Li Jing reacted and said with a face full of fear.
In his mind, he couldn't help but recall the intimate hugs he had with the burly Nezha time and time again. Every time, he would either vomit blood and fly backward, or break two ribs and suffer serious internal injuries.
If the child in front of him was strangled to death by his son's intimate hug, the two of them would not be able to leave Wanjie Lou.
"Daddy, I want to play with this cute little brother."
The burly Nezha stopped in his tracks and stuck out his tongue at Li Jing. He acted cute and said.
Everyone was speechless.
"Nezha, don't do anything. Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to go to other worlds this month."
At that moment, Conan finally squeezed through the crowd and quickly ran to the short Nezha's side to remind him.
"You're Nezha?"
Before Conan could finish, Li Jing looked at the short Nezha and was stunned.
Why did God give him such a burly and majestic son? He only wanted a normal son.
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