Hero Academy: My Personality is the World

Is there no way I can make up for it?

Ba Bai's father then smoothed things over and said, Wu Jun, is it too early to say this? Why don't you let Ba Bai see your training methods? It's not too late to talk.

Babaibai's mother also said: Yes, Anjun, Babaibai told me that you are the strongest among your peers she has ever seen. Auntie, please help me.

Really annoying……

Wu An held up the side of his face with one hand and said after half a minute: Okay, as long as she dares to come.

Really? Thank you!

Eight Hundred Hundred's mother pulled her daughter's little hand and said, Come on, Eight Hundred Hundred, hurry up and say thank you.

Thank you, Lord Wu.

Eight million people bowed excitedly.

Really, we will all be classmates from now on, just call them by their names.

As Ba Baibai's mother said, she narrowed her eyes and smiled at Wu An, Anjun, don't be polite, just call Ba Baibai by his name. Ba Babai's face turned red when he heard his mother's words.

Located in the western area of ​​Tokyo City.

Eight million hundred followed Wu An closely behind him. After some tangle, he blushed and said to Wu An's back: Wu Jun, don't care about what your mother said, just call me the same as before.

It doesn't matter. It's okay to just call you 'Hundred'.

Wu An walked in front without looking back.

Eh! ?

Eight Million Hundred's face suddenly turned red and hot, This, this...

At this time, Wu An's voice came from the front again, After all, your surname 'Eight Million' is too difficult to pronounce.

Eight Million Hundred felt like a basin of cold water had been poured on the top of his head, and the slight ripple in his heart just now completely disappeared.

Instead, he felt a little annoyed.

As the two of them moved forward, Eight Million Hundreds felt something was wrong more and more, and moved closer to Wu An, with a bit more nervousness in his tone, Wu... that... An Jun, this is...

After passing the bustling commercial street just now, the surrounding roads became increasingly empty, and it was almost difficult to see other pedestrians walking by.

From time to time, you can see a few pairs of malicious eyes cast towards you in the dark alley.

This reminded Eight Million Hundred of the thrilling memories of being almost killed by my body last night.

A young lady like you has never been to a slum, or an accident-prone area, right?

Wu An introduced: It is a gathering place for gangsters and street rats. Sometimes there are also gang members selling drugs here.

After a pause, Wu An continued: Although cynical and weak personalities account for more than half, because they often fight over territorial resource issues, they have rich practical experience, and there are also users with strong personalities.

The more Eight Million Hundreds heard, the more shocked they became. They had vaguely guessed something, and couldn't believe it: It's hard, could it be said that you, your training method is...

Yo yo yo, what a beautiful lady!

That's true! Boss, especially the couple, they are incomparable to our cousins ​​here!

And according to my observation, it's still natural, completely different from those silicone ones!

Boss, you go first, leave some soup for us.

Before the eight million words were finished, five youths dressed in shabby clothes and speaking obscenities walked up from the corner of the street and blocked the way of the two of them.

Wu An smiled slightly and explained: This kind of thing is not very powerful. If it is a strong personality owner, he will usually choose to go to the commercial street to grab money directly, or attack us directly. These minions can only be the lowest level here. of.

From Wu An's familiar introduction, he knew that he had been to this place countless times.

Wu An turned his body sideways, took Ba Million Bai's arm, asked her to step forward, and sneered: Usually, this kind of trash is not worthy of being trained by [The World], and it is not even necessary for me to use my fists and kicks, but for you now The level is quite suitable.”

This group of cannon fodder came just in time. Based on their ability, they were not qualified to ask Wu An to call out the substitute.

Even practicing one's own physical abilities is not enough.

But for Eight Million Hundred's current strength and ability, he is a very suitable sandbag.

Asshole! What did you say?

Boss, grab his woman! In front of him!

That's right! Let him know how powerful our [Black Tiger Five Team] is!

The five people shouted together.

Two of them were the first to rush towards Wu'an.

One person's fingernails turned into blades, while the other person took out a nunchaku from his lower back, causing it to instantly double in size in his hand.

Is this their personality?

Just when the two of them were only two meters away from Wu An.

beak!

Expansion!

Two heavy sounds.

No one could see clearly, but they saw the two men flying backwards and sliding to a place more than 20 meters away behind.

It was exactly the same as Bakugo Katsuki’s fate before!

No!

If Izuku Midoriya were here, he would be able to tell that it was faster than when he beat Bakugou Katsuki last month!

The remaining three people immediately looked at Wu An in horror.

I told you, your opponent is her. Attack with all your strength. She is holding a male dog that is in heat and has been snatched away to mate. You feel like you want to kill your opponent. Come on!!!

Wu An raised his hand with an impatient look on his face and scolded the three of them with wonderful metaphors.

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18 Do you remember how many slices of bread you have eaten so far?

Listening to Wu An's wonderful metaphor, Eight Million Hundred's face was flushed with embarrassment, and at the same time, he couldn't help but have a dark look on his face.

Doesn't this guy regard himself as a woman?

Do it, or I'll kill you first.

Wu An spoke again, this time with a more threatening tone than before, Otherwise I will make sure that you three will never get up.

The aura that exploded from his body made the three gangsters understand that the opponent's strength was definitely far superior to theirs.

Although they had never heard of such a bizarre request, under Wu An's repeated threats, the three had no choice but to face Eight Million Hundred and began to activate their personalities.

The leader of the gangster tilted his head forward slightly, and his shoulder-length hair suddenly doubled and fell to the ground.

Hehe!

The gangster leader let out a low growl, and his long hair grew to a length of more than five meters in one breath, like an octopus tentacles rushing toward the eight million.

Manipulate your hair's personality?!

Eight Million Hundred was startled and turned sideways to avoid.

Unexpectedly, just when the other party's hair passed by him, he suddenly turned around and continued to pursue him.

The short fat man next to the gangster leader explained: The boss's hair is like a part of his body! It can be controlled like his own hands! Turning and other things are completely easy!

Explanation is not time consuming.

The ever-lengthening hair was like countless ropes that tied up Eight Million Hundred's right foot in an instant, making it difficult for her to escape.

After tying up 8 Million Bai's feet, the gangster leader did not dare to take the next step and turned to look at Wu An.

Seriously, don't hold anything back from me, or you will know what the consequences will be.

Wu An threatened.

The gangster leader gritted his teeth and shook his head.

At the same time, his hair was like a vine whip, throwing eight million into the air.

He was about to hit an abandoned building.

At the critical moment, Eight Million Hundred used his own personality to create an Japanese sword, slashed with his hand, and finally cut off the hair that bound his right foot.

But when it fell, it looked a little embarrassed and rolled twice on the ground.

The expensive custom-made clothes were also stained with a lot of dust.

Go on, you two come together.

Wu An gave another order to the two fat men next to him.

Uh...yes, yes!

When the two short, fat gangsters heard this, they had no choice but to rush forward.

If Wu An is not here, they may still have the idea of ​​​​taking advantage of the attack.

But now, I don't dare to touch the Eight Million Hundred with my own hands.

What if I get killed by that monster in a bad mood?

These two dwarfs, one personality seems to enhance the weight of the object.

He increased the weight of the stone on the ground and threw it towards Eight Million Hundred.

The other one seems to be to harden objects, strengthen the hardness of pieces of paper, feathers and the like, and turn them into weapons for attack.

Although it is not too useless, compared with the personality of Todoroki Koro or Yoran Inasa, there is a huge gap between heaven and earth.

It is precisely because many people are dissatisfied with the power of their own personality that they degenerate into the muddled state they are now.

Nearly 40 minutes passed.

Time gradually enters noon.

Eight Million Hundred, who was practicing combat with the three gangsters, looked extremely embarrassed at this time.

Even though Wu An said he would beat them mercilessly, the three of them were still afraid that Wu An would be unhappy and did it to them.

He was already extremely reserved in his attacks, not daring to cause fatal injuries, nor daring to directly touch Eight Million Hundred.

But even so, dealing with three personalities with more practical combat experience than myself at once was still very difficult for the eldest lady, Eight Million Hundred.

At this moment, she was tilted up and down, as if she would fall to the ground in the next second.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Wu An always feels like her moon has become smaller.

The original level of E, or even F or above, has been reduced to below B.

Eight Million Hundred felt that his vision was getting blurry and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

His steps staggered and he fell to the ground.

Just when Eight Million Hundred was about to fall, a hand caught her by the waist.

The next moment, put it on your shoulders.

here you go.

I don't know if he said it to Eight Million Hundreds or those three gangsters.

After leaving these words, Wu An carried eight million dollars and turned around to leave the slum.

Just when the three of them had just breathed a sigh of relief, Wu An's voice was like the death knell of hell, scaring them again so much that they almost fell:

It will come again later.

When Eight Million Hundred slowly woke up, he found himself lying on a bench in a family restaurant.

Wu An was sitting opposite him, drinking a drink and looking sideways through the window at the passers-by.

Did I pass out?

Eight Million Hundred quickly stood up from the chair and looked at his body in shock.

Slept for about half an hour.