Yuji Doppo, whose upper body karate uniform had been torn to pieces in the scuffle, once again interrupted his son's recurved calf with a side kick.
Then with a ferocious smile on his blood-stained face, he grabbed Katsumi Yuchi by the neck and smashed it against the all-steel outer wall of the laboratory that had become skewed by Momiji Hao.
Katsumi Yuchi was in his beastly state, and his strong recovery power had already reset his calf bones. He screamed and struggled and was about to charge forward again.
But the arrogant-looking Yuchi Doppo was already standing in front of Katsumi.
A punch to the abdomen.
Amidst the loud noise, Katsumi's body was directly imprinted on the steel exterior wall.
Standing with his fists closed, Yuchi Doppo and Yuchi Katsumi now exhibit a posture and distance that even beginners of karate would be familiar with.
That is the foundation of foundations.
The stance in which every karate master throws the most punches in his life.
That is what has been used throughout this martial arts training career - the right fist combo!
"ha!"
Exhaling loudly, Yuchi Dupu's head-sized fist, with his ferocious expression, struck his son's body mercilessly.
The crushing physical performance gap.
Push the power of the giant beast into the human body that has passed the "animal transformation stage", and punch it one after another!
Katsumi Yuchi's body was sandwiched between his fist and the steel exterior wall.
Amidst the continuous loud noises like Hong Zhongda Lu, the spikes on the skin were crushed, and the regeneration of skeletal muscles could not keep up with the speed of destruction!
The frame of the all-steel laboratory had been torn and deformed by Samurai Wakatsuki's fist.
Now it is turning into a ruin at a speed visible to the naked eye!
"Wake up! Katsumi!"
The blood at Yu Di Dubu's feet was accumulating more and more, which was the embodiment of the life flowing out of his son's body.
On the bald head with a sinewy face, there is not only a ferocious fighting spirit and happiness, but also a trace of entanglement and anxiety.
But his fist still showed no hesitation or weakness at all!
What if a man named Katsumi Yuchi became a third-rate martial artist who was addicted to his current strength and lost his ambition for progress?
Then in the eyes of his father, Foolishly Dubu, it would be better to die in his own hands now!
Punch and then close your fist rapidly in succession.
In the eyes of ordinary people, the arms that made Yuchi alone became a phantom that could not be seen directly.
The tidal wave of fist shadows eat away at the beastly body step by step.
The arm that Katsumi held in front of his chest was so rotten that his deformed bones were exposed.
The strange bulging of the abdomen was more like the shaking remains of broken internal organs.
But at this moment, the body was damaged to the point where it could hardly support the body.
The position of Katsumi's legs and feet, which was imprinted in the steel ruins, was quietly changing.
The feet and legs squeeze out of the depression in the metal wall that restricts the body, and assume a pigeon-toed horse stance.
The arms that were rotten on the chest slowly tightened on both sides of the ribs.
At the moment when the posture was completed, it was as if Katsumi Yuchi's body suddenly became a little more stable out of thin air!
"That's it." The Wakatsuki samurai put on a coat, thinking that Katsumi Yuchi would be beaten to death by his father here today.
But now his actions gave him a sense of hope after having been immersed in karate for many years.
——Three battles to establish!
The Goju-ryu technique is said to be "Once you take a stance, you will not be defeated"!
"bass-"
The huge fist suddenly stopped in front of Katsumi's throat, causing a huge gust of wind due to the inertia of the fist's speed.
Under that fist was a strong young man who had lost his beastly appearance and returned to human form.
The crushing blow allowed Katsumi to instantly recover from many injuries due to his increased strength, even after he had returned to human form.
At this time, he was just staring ahead blankly.
His eyes were open and he was unconscious.
Stiffly assuming a three-fight stance was his last thought.
"Humph, it's not beyond hope."
Fudi looked at his unconscious son alone, and after a long time, he let out a satisfied laugh.
Turn around and leave.
With the messy venue and the seriously injured Katsumi Yuchi, there will naturally be professionals to deal with the aftermath.
After learning that the power of the giant beast has a next stage after transforming into a beast, the researchers will be more interested in Katsumi than his father.
Like Moses parting the sea, the crowd parted in front of Yuchi Doppo, who was covered in blood.
Apart from the damage to his clothes, this man who was almost merciless and smashed his son to pieces didn't even have the ability to breathe after exerting his energy.
After humans accepted the power of the giant beasts, the gap between the stages of power development was unimaginably large.
Moreover, just half a month after the experiment, two stages of strength have already been produced.
Who knows whether there will be more exaggerated things that will appear on these martial artists in the future?
Yuchi Doppo thought in boredom, and walked towards Samurai Wakatsuki's place with a relaxed expression.
Now after receiving the transplant, even though he often goes to Kamurocho to drink sake, he can't help but feel that the gap between him and ordinary people is getting wider and wider.
After all, everything for ordinary people seems too fragile.
Even if a martial artist can fully control his own power without causing additional damage, no one wants to live in a huddle all day long, right?
So intentionally or unintentionally, martial artists after surgery consciously or unconsciously gathered together to make up for the social void that they did not want to contact ordinary people.
Samurai Wakatsuki is not only surrounded by Momiji Ho and Gorean who has enough energy to stand up.
There are also Bai Tangjing, Kuroki and three unknown Republic people.
"Hey, hey, are you kidding me, glasses man?" Wu Lei'an's hoarse bad laugh rang out. He had been calling Bai Tangjing "glasses man" ever since Quan Yuan died.
Even though there is nothing on the young man's face now, he has not changed his words.
"This underground research institute brings together the power of the five chairs of the United Nations and the various countries under their jurisdiction. That's why it can complete this amount of work so quickly. You really came in without knowing anything."
"Not only that." Quan Zhixin also added.
"Organizations that are outside the country but have certain strength are also among them, just like the Wu clan of Hinomoto where this friend belongs."
Bai Tang Jing had no difficulty in understanding the previous content. But was it "the Wu clan of Hinomoto"?
Anyway, Wu Leian looked unhappy and unable to refute when he heard this.
He cast doubtful eyes on the friend he had just met, Liehai Wang, who was also a warm-hearted and good-hearted man.
"The birthplace of the Wu clan is the Republic." The long-braided man whispered. From Bai Tangjing's perspective, he was taking care of Wu Lei'an's mood.
"They are also from a family of killers, but the Poseidon came to visit them fifty years ago and the whole family was defeated."