If there is no professional vision for that kind of crushing solidity and power, even with the commentary by Katagen Shenxiang, the impact on the ordinary audience will not even be as good as the previous game, Yulei Zero's flash-like instant kill
What a shock.
"Now, the contestants enter!" Katagen Sheka's dress fluttered like petals. "The senior martial artist who has not been defeated for decades! The oldest contestant in this desperate competition! He will show no mercy to countless challengers.
Crush the merciless [Martial God]!
Height 188cm! Weight 90kg! Under White Night News - Takemoto Jiuan!"
Amidst the intense stage special effects that made people's blood boil, a sturdy old man with his hands folded in the large sleeves of his kimono walked out unhurriedly.
"Oh, oh, oh, it's so lively."
The old man had a kind smile on his face, and he didn't look like he was here to fight at all. While marveling, he waved to the apprentices in the stands.
And the other side.
"The man who bursts into the boxing club like a comet! Beautiful and mysterious! Height 180cm and weight 75kg!
Under the banner of Kozakura Academy - [Beautiful Beast] Kiryu Setsuna!"
With long hair reaching her waist and wearing only a pair of trousers, Kiryu suddenly walked out of the corridor like a graceful beauty.
In the audience, Seiko frowned slightly.
"Mirror, don't you need to remind Uncle Takemoto? Kiryu Setsuna's spiraling technique does too much damage to the muscles. As long as one hit..."
"That's not possible at all, Saeko." Bai Tangjing crossed his arms with an interested smile on his face. "You still don't understand the master's personality well enough."
"Although if there is a fight, Takemoto-ryu's actual boxing skills will include eye-piercing, kicking, insults, intimidation, etc. He will do anything he can. But...
That was after the battle started. When the two sides started fighting, they already agreed to decide the winner!
And if in a regular game, you want to give the master some victory chips before the game.
——I’m afraid he will shoot him through the head with his hand!”
"Believe me," the young man smiled at Saeko as if he recalled some interesting scene, "Even if you are bloodthirsty, you won't want to see that kind of scene a second time."
"Game start!"
Just as the two of them were talking, all the irrelevant people on the field had already evacuated.
Only the old man and the young man were left, and the atmosphere between the two parties was like a family conversation between grandfather and grandson.
"Young man, don't be nervous," Takemoto Jiuan said kindly, "You can attack first."
And Kiryuu Setsuna, who was as polite as a noble prince, could not see the madness that he had when he fought with Shirodo Kei at this moment.
The handsome face smiled softly, even making the little secretary of Huangying Academy spit out nosebleeds.
He bowed slightly, "I'm extremely sorry, but in order to meet Ouma-kun..."
"Shua-"
Before the words could be spoken, a cloud of flying sand flew up like smoke from the feet of the slightly bowed figure, and then disappeared from the old man's sight in an instant!
[Fox Shadow Style·Snap]!
For a moment, Kiryu cut into a blind spot with the pace of ancient martial arts, and appeared next to the old man within an arm's length as if teleporting.
"Please leave." The long hair was flying, along with the polite words, and the palm was thrown towards the old man's head!
[Fox Shadow Style·Rakshasa Palm]!
"Bang-bang!"
As the rabbit rose and the falcon fell, there were two sounds of flesh clashing between the two intertwined figures.
Then they separated suddenly.
"Oh, this is really..." Takemoto Jiuan looked at the twisted vortex of flesh and blood on his forearm curiously, "What an incredible technique!"
The violent physical deformation even tore open the superficial skin, and blood mixed with flesh fragments fell onto the sand.
Kiryu Setsuna not far away had no damage except for a footprint on his side.
He still maintained a polite smile and said.
"You are already old, your reflexes can't keep up with my speed at all, and you can't move your left hand at all, right?
There is absolutely no chance of winning, so how about quitting the competition?
At least I can drag my body around and live like an old dog."
"No way!" The old man seemed not to have heard the vicious words, swinging his injured arm back and forth nonchalantly like a piece of cloth. "Isn't the fun just beginning!"
Blood is being spilled.
In the old man's twisted smile, murderous intent was revealed from between his teeth like a knife.
And Setsuna Kiryu seemed to have taken off his disguise and put away his noble manner. "Then...as you wish."
The twisted and fanatical face when fighting Bai Tangjing appeared again.
"Sending you home to the west!"
"Shua-"
Another puff of blue smoke-like flying sand appeared from Kiryu Setsuna's feet.
It appeared within arm's reach of Takemoto Jiuan again as if teleporting!
Kiryu's momentary twisting force started from his ankles.
Knees, hips, shoulders... all the way to the palms of your hands!
Layers of spiral power are accumulated in the palm of your hand.
The long-haired young man looked out of the blind spot beside the old man and slapped his head with a palm, even a hint of boredom flashed in his eyes.
"I really wish I could meet Ouma sooner...Ah! My Ouma!"
And just when Kiryu's thoughts were about to wander to someone he was dreaming about.
"Bang!"
The raised old arm struck Kiryu Setsuna in the face with a fierce blow from the back of his fist!
"What?!"
Kiryu, who had blood spurting from his nostrils, didn't even have time to recover from his surprise.
The Rakshasa Palm's force-generating structure was destroyed by boxing and lost its most threatening spiral attack power.
Decades of experience in martial arts allowed the old man to strike with the back of his fist in the face. Instead of turning back to defend, the old man used his tiger claws to grab the opponent's hand, which had lost the threat and was already stretched out in front of him.
"Crack!"
"Wu-!"
The sound of dislocation of the palm bones was carried throughout the venue by the stage equipment.
Kiryu, who was temporarily stunned by the facial attack, also let out a muffled groan at the same time.
However, the ruthlessness of being in the underground world still allowed him to use his free hand to make a Rakshasa palm in a very short period of time, and with a wave of his hand, he scared away Takemoto Jiuan, who had not yet figured out the ins and outs of boxing.
The long-haired young man who was finally able to take a breath away from the enemy looked at the old man standing not far away, covered his nose and asked a horrified question.
"What are those eyes?"
"What!" Shen Xiang, the source of the movie on the commentary desk, excitedly turned the screen to the old man's face.
On the smiling face that was twisted with excitement, and in the pair of eyes that were already slightly cloudy, the two eyeballs were moving in extremely irregular ways, each moving in its own way!
"Wow!"
The strange, even somewhat penetrating eyes caused a commotion in the arena almost instantly.
"It's like an insect or a chameleon!" Katagen Sheka's plump and attractive wheat-colored body was almost lying on the commentary table. "Contestant Takemoto Jiuyasu's eyes are moving like flies! This is really a human being.
Is it something that can be done?!”
"That's right! That's what humans can do!" Jerry, who had just come off the field and climbed onto the commentary table with just a simple bandage on his neck, almost stretched out his body in excitement.
He used his rich martial arts knowledge to answer questions for the audience.
"That's exactly the technique called [Rangan Eyes]!"
In the auditorium.
Bai Tangjing adjusted his glasses, smiled and said to Xiezi who was sitting dignifiedly next to him.
"It seems that the master is getting excited."
"Thinking about it this way, it seems that I haven't seen Uncle Takemoto looking so happy for a long time."