Crossover Anime: Starting with Destroying Kengan

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After all, the purpose of inviting active combatants was precisely this, and the other party did not reveal their signature moves, trump cards, or anything like that... No, the other party didn't know any of that either, so they could only make judgments based on their own experience.

But that's enough.

Having received a 'reminder' from his opponent, Nezu Masami instantly became on high alert. His rapid attacks were largely ineffective, and he ultimately relied on his technical advantage to land a diagonal uppercut.

Unfortunately, with the loss of weight, muscle strength was also weakened.

A punch that can easily knock down an ordinary person is not enough to finish off a physically strong fighter... no, it should be said that it has little effect on fighters who are 'skilled in kicking techniques'.

Because kicking techniques primarily utilize the strength of the waist and abdomen, followed by the legs, the opponent's abdomen is also quite resilient to blows.

"If a quick attack doesn't work, then this is the only option... I didn't expect that even after coming to the Kengan Association, I would still have to use the same old tactics. It's really... I was hoping to get off to a great start and leave the people of the surface world speechless."

Carlos thought with considerable regret.

Slightly adjust your posture and lower your center of gravity.

His hands were positioned very low, not as if he were protecting his head as is commonly perceived, but rather at his chest and abdomen. Combined with his thin body, he looked like a monkey.

On the other side, Nezu Masami had a serious expression. After the brief exchange just now, he had realized that there was a huge gap between his skill level and that of his opponent.

It's simply not something you can defend against just by trying.

Moreover, even when taking a defensive stance, both arms were still bruised and sore, which meant that if they continued to defend, their arms would eventually be ruined, and they had to do what the fighter who was acting as a commentator on stage said.

Either launch a strong attack—to curb the opponent's mobility, or defend—to seize the moment when the opponent has no time to escape and launch a counterattack.

"...Let's try the first method first. After all, I'm the former ace of the third largest group, [Bishamon]! How can I let some old, skinny little brat jump around in front of me!"

Nezu Masami noticed the helpless smile on Carlos's face, as if he were saying, "How annoying, I'm going to win again," and the veins on his forehead bulged involuntarily.

This is clearly looking down on him.

Although I know I shouldn't let the opponent's provocations throw me off balance, it's a different story to adopt my preferred tactics.

"The two players are once again locked in a tense standoff!"

Katahara Sayaka hadn't been able to get a word in edgewise during Yato's previous explanations, so she seized the opportunity to quickly take control of the situation.

As the "star" of the activities department of the Quanyuan Association, her professional competence is far superior to that of those pretty but talentless hosts.

His speech was fast and clear, and his emotional control and tone were perfectly combined, which not only heated up the atmosphere but also created a sense of tension. Every word he uttered was like the actions of the two contestants, which tugged at the heartstrings of the audience.

In contrast, Yato took a break from his busy schedule, picked up a cup, and drank some water to moisten his throat.

"Ha, think you can win easily and maintain your good form? No way."

Carlos felt that someone was artificially increasing the difficulty for him, but in reality, it was pretty much the same.

Does Yato still remember the smug looks on some people's faces when Kaguya shot away the D7 number?

Although he was confident of winning, why not cause some trouble for the other competitors?

"They've made their move! This time it's Nezu Masami who went first, what amazing kicking power! He even cracked the solid ground!"

Katahara Sayaka suddenly cried out in surprise.

Yato raised an eyebrow.

Is this guy out of his mind?

I practically taught him how to fight step by step, yet he still dared to launch a preemptive attack. Given that his skills and combat experience were far inferior to his opponent's, launching the first attack was simply giving him an opportunity.

What's the difference between this and delivering yourself to someone's doorstep to get beaten up?

Sure enough, it was just as he expected.

Like a velociraptor, Nezu Masami launched a fierce attack, starting with a powerful front kick. If that kick landed, it would not only destroy a person, but even reinforced concrete would be shattered.

But these linear attacks were too easy to dodge; Carlos dodged countless attacks.

The moment their figures intersected.

Nezu Masami's head suddenly jerked high, and blood gushed from his nose.

"W-What happened?! I didn't see what happened at all, but it looks like Nezu Masami's face was hit!" Katahara Sayaka exclaimed, her eyes wide.

"It's a jab."

Yato suddenly interjected.

"Carlos seized the opportunity and threw an extremely fast jab, which is the fastest move in all boxing techniques. Carlos's jab is more than ten times faster than Nezu Masami's punch combined with a kick, a speed that is impossible for the naked eye to perceive."

Nezu Masami was oblivious to the sounds around him; the punch had left him feeling a little dizzy, but...

It's still possible!

Being hit was entirely within expectations.

Rather, he actually hopes the other party will attack him.

Because attacking and fleeing cannot be done simultaneously.

As long as the other party doesn't run away, he has a chance!

Nezu Masami's face was stained with blood, making him look particularly ferocious.

The fist is thrown from the side of the waist; this is a karate technique.

However, the goal wasn't to hit the opponent, but rather...

Hey! Where do you think you're going?!

It seemed like a chop to the wrist was blocked by Carlos's punch, but then Carlos suddenly opened his five fingers and grabbed his wrist.

Nezu Masami couldn't help but growl.

The body, which was over two meters tall, suddenly sprang up from the ground.

"Carlos's wrist has been grabbed! Masami Nezu's tactics have worked!"

Katahara Sayaka was well-prepared this time and didn't miss this wonderful moment.

But her speaking speed couldn't keep up with their actions at all.

"Knee strike! The knee strike of Muay Thai!"

"Carlos can't withstand that explosive knee strike to the face with just one hand! To determine a winner... wait?!"

Before he could finish speaking, everyone saw Nezu Masami lying on the ground covered in blood.

Many people, including Katahara Shoka, did not understand what had happened.

Only Yato shook his head and sighed:

"That's not how you use kicking techniques."

Chapter 209

Masami Nezu lost.

This is an undeniable fact.

His upper body was covered with wounds, none of which were deep, but there were many of them.

That's why the exaggerated scene of 'blood spurting from the whole body' occurred.

However, many people present did not understand what had happened.

Even viewers from various countries watching the live stream were stunned, feeling that it was completely beyond their comprehension.

How did the outcome suddenly become clear?

wrong!

The question is, why was the one who launched the decisive attack suddenly knocked to the ground? What exactly happened in between?

"The referee has checked the contestant's condition and found no objections. Nezu Masami has lost consciousness. The winner of this match is—Carlos Maydale, the 'Golden Emperor' from Imperial University!"

After making the announcement, Katahara Sayaka immediately turned to Yato and asked curiously:

"Mr. Igarashi, could you please explain some details about the battle that just took place?"

"Well... I can only say that Masami Nezu was too reckless."

Yato spoke frankly.

"After the first round of attack and defense, he should have realized that his technical ability was inferior to his opponent's, and thus carried out the counter-attacking tactics to the end. However, he overestimated his kicking skills. Yes, his kicking skills are very powerful, but this is due to his physical advantage... He did not overcome the biggest weakness of his kicking skills."

"That is, 'the range of motion is too large.' With this weakness, no matter how fast and powerful his kicks are, the battle-hardened Carlos can easily see through his attack. It's like a huge machine; once it starts running, all the internal parts move together, and anyone can notice it."

"Carlos probably didn't expect his opponent to launch such a reckless attack, so he was a little overly cautious and only punched Nezu Masami in the face as a test."

"In reality, if Carlos had wanted to, the outcome could have been decided at that point. But Carlos displayed the composure of a veteran boxer, forfeiting the opportunity but further confirming his opponent's tactical objective."

"Thus seizing the opening when Nezu Masami launched his finishing blow, he dodged by stepping to the side and then unleashed nine jabs with his left fist at the vulnerable point of Nezu's exposed torso. He then grabbed Nezu's wrist and threw him away, completely disrupting Nezu Masami's consciousness."

"This shows that Carlos is not only good at boxing, but also seems to have some experience in other martial arts. His opponent in the second round should be careful."

Hearing that last sentence.

Carlos Maydale's face darkened as soon as he returned to the players' tunnel.

The joy of victory vanished in an instant.

"This bastard!"

In contrast to Carlos Medall.

Online, however, it received overwhelmingly positive reviews.

Many people flooded the screen with comments praising the excellent commentary, marveling at the intensity of the Kengan match, providing background information on Carlos Medal's legendary life, and... inevitably, there was a fierce exchange of fighting techniques. It was as lively as a New Year's celebration, and the excitement just wouldn't stop.

Since there were sixteen matches to play on the first day, the halftime break was very short so as not to delay everyone's meal and rest time. Only five minutes later, the second match of Group A kicked off.

"—Please welcome the two combatants to the arena!"

Katahara Sayaka bounced back to the center of the venue and began her duties as the host.

He was left alone in the commentary booth, scrolling through his phone and watching the netizens banter with great interest, which gave him a feeling of watching the League of Legends World Championship in his past life.

Just then, the atmosphere on the field suddenly changed.

It got even more heated!

It was like holding a concert.

Yato put away his phone and looked at the center of the arena with great interest.

"Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes—!"

Katahara Sayaka raised her right hand, index finger pointing to the sky, and shouted loudly as if her blood was boiling:

"Kengan Association's Number One Passionate Warrior!"

"Roar in victory! Roar in battle! This man always shouts! Today, his voice will resound throughout the entire arena!"

"Height 184cm, weight 88kg! Kengan record: 17 wins, 0 losses! The company gains assets of 20.969 billion yen!"

· ······Requesting flowers····· ····

"[Dawn Village] belongs to... 'Roaring Fighting Spirit' Armored Tomb Sapain!"

Accompanied by an introduction.

A figure suddenly broke through the white mist and landed on the field.

He was a young man with a strong physique and a resolute face, the kind of person who would unconsciously be considered a 'good person'.

He was wearing boxer shorts, with a thin rope wrapped around his forehead, and he clenched his fists and roared to the sky.

"Oh oh ...

His voice is unmatched.

His voice alone drowned out the thousands of people in the competition venue, even microphones and loudspeakers had to admit defeat.

.. . .......

"It's ignited! It's ignited! It's ignited! My fighting spirit is ignited! Ahhhhh—! I've been waiting for this day for so long! Aren't you coming out yet? My nemesis!"

Sapain stared directly at the pitch-black tunnel opposite him, his wheat-colored face flushed with excitement, his eyes seemingly spitting fire.

"It seems that Sapain is eager to start, so let's introduce another player!"