"Huh? What's wrong with the already formed twisting skills...ahem!"
Naoya Okubo, who is outspoken and outspoken, immediately and confidently refutes Shirodo Kei.
But before he finished speaking, the situation on the field made him choke.
That [Executioner] Aguya Kiyaki actually broke free from the microcosm's twisting technique!
"Ahem, are you kidding?!" Okubo calmed down for a while, but still couldn't believe it, "Can someone break free from such a perfect twist?"
This simply goes against the common sense of his more than ten years of fighting career!
It was Kinda Sueyoshi, who was the first to make predictions, who was the first to accept the reality.
He said in a deep tone.
"It's hard to win if you get freed..."
Soon, Cosmo Imai on the field did not live up to his predictions and was beaten badly.
Arms, ribs, legs...
Bruises, bleeding, and even a piece of meat was bitten off and eaten by the opponent!
It even made people wonder if this genius would die on the field like this.
But he finally got through it!
Just like the protagonist of a comic, Imai Cosmos who shouted "I am the King of Strangler" actually locked Aguya Kiyaki again in a situation that could be called being crushed!
And this time, he solved the opponent neatly.
"I...I can't understand." Naoya Okubo touched his head blankly as if his world view had been impacted. "No...why did he do it the first time?"
You can break free! Why can you be locked in that situation for the second time?"
(I thought it was exaggerated when I saw it. I was able to break free from a hanging technique of that level the first time! And then I lost the second time?)
An arm in a plaster patted his shoulder to comfort him.
"Okay, don't worry about your world view. You see, although Xiaoyu won, the price is that he was injured like that, and he will definitely not be able to fight in the next game. Do you have a balance in your heart?"
At this time, Bai Tangjing looked at the handsome white-haired and dark-skinned guy with a puzzled face.
"Huh? Aren't injuries like this, broken cervical vertebrae, damaged internal organs, etc. all minor injuries?"
"Small injury? Are you serious?" The handsome guy wearing a plaster looked at the Baitang Mirror as if he were an alien. "Why do you have such an idea?"
"That's right!" Kinda Sueyoshi looked at the boy strangely and pointed at the plaster arm next to him. "Have you heard about urban ghost stories somewhere? You can tell by looking at Ryo Himuro's arm that this is impossible."
Then Shiraidou Kei confidently recommended his senior, Dr. Eichu, from the Department of Medicine of the University of Tokyo, to Ryo Himuro.
That guy Julius had a broken neck bone in the morning, but do you understand the value of eating, drinking and having fun in the afternoon?
"Just go to the doctor in the medical room and it will be cured. This kind of injury can be cured in minutes!"
"But last time I went to the medical room to get medicine..." Himuro looked blankly at Baidang Jing, "He said there was nothing else I could do except rest my hand."
"..."
"..."
"ha???"
Bai Tangjing, who was full of confidence in his senior, was also confused this time.
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The confusion about "Neck bone fracture = minor injury. Arm fracture = nothing can be done" even made Bai Tangjing so confused that he didn't pay much attention to the subsequent showdown between Ten Ghost Snake King Ma and Wu Lei'an.
But Bai Tangjing, who glanced at it occasionally, honestly didn't think this kind of confrontation would be of any benefit to him.
Both parties are skilled in transformation, and when they fight, they both transform into pure steel players.
One is covered in blood and looks like Shura, but after the transformation, he is unable to master the rough power, and cannot even use the moves of Erhu style.
One person's skin was purple and blue like an evil spirit, but he was deliberately suppressing the skills of the Wu clan that had been practiced to the bone from beginning to end, and it was like buying spinach.
But when Ouma seized the opportunity to hit the demon of the Wu clan in the face several times, the referee announced Shura's victory.
Amidst the endless cheers of the audience, Bai Tangjing's glasses reflected the flash lights in the audience and he stood up from his seat.
"Bang - is it my turn to play? I'm really looking forward to it, [Tiger] with fifty-two times the muscle density."
Samurai Wakatsuki is currently the player with the most wins in the Boxing Club, so his information cannot be called a secret at all.
The boy, who already knew the basic information about his opponent, chuckled enthusiastically, opened and clenched his palms with a teeth-piercing sound, and walked towards the corridor where the contestants appeared.
The figure who has changed to a fighting mentality has lost the gentleness in daily life.
Gradually, a ferocious aura was rising that was not inferior to that of the demons and Shura just on the field.
The friends I had just met around me immediately seemed to feel something.
It's like a dangerous feeling in a steel-making furnace, with a red sword blade touching your eyebrows.
The lively gags suddenly fell silent.
Invariably, his eyes were solemn, and he looked like a completely different young man.
"Tsk, just looking at your star-like appearance today," Okubo smacked his lips, "I've forgotten what kind of [monster] you are in a fight."
And Sueyoshi Kindada, who was closest to the boy, couldn't help but shed cold sweat and put his hands into the sleeves of his kimono.
It may seem calm, but this is actually the battle stance used in ancient jujitsu to lower the opponent's alertness in order to make a sudden attack!
Only Saeko, who was sitting close to the Baitang mirror, still had a beautiful, gentle and loving smile.
"Then, go and come back."
The temperature of the boy's skin dropped sharply.
...
In the player preparation room.
While it's important to watch your opponent's games live to gain intelligence, the noise and chaos of the arena is always an unavoidable factor.
So this is actually where most of the combat technicians adjust their state and prepare to go on the field.
Samurai Wakatsuki, who has short yellow hair and a small beard, is sitting on the bench in the preparation room.
Wearing only a pair of fighting shorts, his muscles as solid as rocks were exposed to the air.
The headphone cord of a Walkman with no light on the screen was plugged into the man's ear.
He just put on his headphones without playing music and waited for the show.
"Snapped"
The door to the preparation room was opened.
"Wakatsuki," the president of Kokai Pharmaceutical, a middle-aged man with naturally curly afro, came to the man's side familiarly.
He also saw the unactivated Walkman, "Oh? Are you still scared now?"
He was very familiar with the pre-match habits of the Wakatsuki samurai in front of him. After all, the two of them had been friends since the samurai was young.
"Of course I will be afraid. Even though I have played so many games, I will still be afraid. I can't adapt to it no matter what. I can only concentrate on suppressing it like this."
Wakatsuki stared blankly at the Walkman in his hand.
"But this time... I'm extra scared! Guhai!"
"Huh?" Kokai approached the samurai and didn't understand why this fighter, who was able to regain his confidence and return to the arena after fighting against the strongest and most dominant Mietou Ya, said this.
And immediately, his pupils contracted violently.
"This is!"
Kokai looked at the Walkman in Samurai Wakatsuki's hand with dumbfounded eyes.
I saw that the Walkman, except for the upper half of the screen, the lower half had been completely crushed into component fragments by a strange force!
"Wakatsuki, this, this...!" Cold sweat broke out from Kokai's explosive head, as if what he saw was not a pile of component fragments, but a pile of bombs about to detonate!