"It's begun! It's begun again!" Compared to the first round, Katagen Sheka, who was wearing a hotter outfit, pressed her hands on the commentary table and almost roared.
"Hakudō Kyō's iconic strong fight! An intense scene that is so simple and crude that it doesn't even need commentary!
That’s extreme violence! Pure violence!”
"Bang bang bang!"
It was obviously a fist fight between humans, but the violent impact and noise made people think they were at some large construction site!
Because the fists of those two people were as powerful as punches!
Every time there is a fist fight, the turbulent airflow will spread irregularly.
By now, the arena behind the two of them had been blown away by layers of sand and gravel by the punching wind.
The floor beneath the gravel is exposed in a diffuse manner!
And on the floor, the cracks extending from the feet of the two people spread out like thunder!
"Hey, hey! You are kidding!"
Ryo Himuro, whose hand was in plaster, looked at the arena and patted Naoya Okubo's head next to him blankly.
Okubo, whose head was slapped like a rubber ball, was not angry at this time.
He just turned around and asked Kinda Sueyoshi beside him blankly.
"Those two people, really... the fight changed the terrain???"
"Well, although I don't want to admit it." Kinda Sueyoshi sighed, "but these monster-like guys are really... unimaginably strong."
On the field, the young man happily enjoyed the pleasure brought by violence.
The samurai opposite had a ferocious face and gnashed teeth. He seemed to be angered by the young man's attitude, so he punched him one after another.
"What amazing courage! What amazing destructive power!
The offense and defense of the two players even changed the entire arena environment!
They forced out a concrete floor!"
The hot figure and violent movements of the film source sheath even made [Fuyun] Hatsumi Izumi, who was not far from the commentary box, give up watching the game, and instead touched her chin and looked at the commentary table as if savoring it.
Next to him, Jun Sekibayashi, who defeated the sumo wrestler Oniou Sanson in the first round, had the same expression as him.
He looked at the field as if he was savoring something.
"When we first met, have you ever seen a samurai who doesn't care and just attacks?"
"Huh?" Hatsumi Izumi, who was already drooling unknowingly, reacted.
Under Guan Linchun's disdainful eyes, he slowly turned his head in the direction of the arena.
"Uh-that guy is planning something."
Chu Jianquan rubbed his stubbled chin and said very firmly.
"That guy Wakatsuki Samurai is perfect in the profession of [Fighter].
He has a solid foundation in skills and a strong body. In terms of character, he is a representative of the conservative school who neither rests on his laurels nor makes sudden advances. How could he play a boxing game with that brat like he has lost his mind?"
"Really? You think so too." Guan Linchun, whose eyes never left the field, smiled with interest.
"The only question now is... when is the time for the samurai to give that arrogant brat a hard blow!"
...
"Bang!"
It is different from the samurai who combine attack and defense with karate techniques.
Bai Tangjing has been fulfilling his declaration of "head-to-head" from beginning to end.
The arms wrapped in well-developed muscle tissue are wrapped with the internal power of dragon blood. While blocking all attacks, they still hit the opponent with unabated strength!
"Hey! In terms of strength alone, you seem to be inferior to Julius, uncle!"
As the battle became more and more passionate, the young man's tone became as aggressive as a knife.
But Wakatsuki samurai turned a deaf ear.
Still gritting his teeth, he waved his heavy fist.
But this time, something is a little different...
After another fist fight.
"sand-"
There was a slight sound of the soles of feet rubbing against the floor.
The movement model of Shirodo Kagami's pupils caught the movement, and the movement model of Samurai Wakatsuki changed accordingly.
Some unusual changes!
In the dust that flew away after the fist fight, Bai Tangjing suddenly saw that the warrior's face suddenly calmed down.
The intense emotion on his face just now disappeared like foam on the water.
"This posture is...reverse protrusion?"
The boy's pupils shrank.
In karate, the action of punching forward with the hands and feet together and pressing the force of the center of gravity on the punch is called shuntu.
However, the movement of using different hands and feet, which requires pushing the back foot on the ground and twisting the waist to exert force, is called reverse thrust.
The movement of pushing off the ground with the back foot to exert force is the most commonly used punching method in karate.
Relying on this method of maximizing force from the hind limbs, a skilled karate master uses his body as a fort before punching.
After punching, the punch becomes a cannonball!
And this punch of Samurai Wakatsuki is even more unmatched by ordinary karate masters.
"ha!"
For the first time since the war began, Samurai Wakatsuki exhaled and spoke.
With loud shouts and encouragement, the muscles that were fifty-two times denser than an ordinary person were twisted into a rope and compressed to the extreme.
Then at the "peak" of compression, the force suddenly bursts out with the hind limbs kicking off the ground, and is transmitted to the fist!
【Explosive Core】!
Unprecedented impact!
The back foot that kicked off the ground directly made a deep pit the size of half a person on the concrete floor!
At the moment of punching, Baitang Jing's dynamic vision can see the ripples of air waves rippling on the samurai's fist!
There was no need for a collision to create a shock wave; just the air wave from the punch left traces on the ground again!
"stuck"
The boy who was still maintaining the balance point of the confrontation made an unpleasant sound the moment his right hand inertia touched the samurai's [Explosion Core].
Immediately afterwards, he was hit in the chest by a violent straight punch without any loss of strength.
"Bang!"
The narrowed pupils reflected the fist that even the dragon's blood internal energy and thoughts could not completely protect.
One day later, a scene like a funny animation appeared again in the Death Arena.
A 185cm, 87kg strong human being was beaten dozens of meters away like a rag doll with his feet off the ground!
The trail of smoke and dust hit the high concrete wall beside the arena.
"Pa-ta-"
But unlike Murobuchi Gozo, the boy adjusted his posture in mid-air.
He gently relaxed his feet on the wall, and with an explosion, he stepped on a cloud of smoke and a hole with spider web-like cracks, and then he landed lightly.
“The wrist of my right hand was slightly dislocated, and the blow to my chest did not hurt the internal organs, but the muscles were damaged.
......awesome!"
In the smoke and dust, the young man assessing the injury did not show any frustration or anger at being deceived.
Instead, he praised his opponent's boxing skills with great interest.
But the next moment, the [Tiger] with his right fist raised suddenly tore through the smoke screen and came to the young man!