Crossover Anime: Starting with Destroying Kengan

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"Boss, is the Kengan Association's transformation actually aimed at us?"

Falcon's expression was cautious.

The reason why "Purgatory" was able to almost catch up with the hundreds of years of accumulation of the Kung Fu Association in just fifteen years is because it fully promoted the entertainment route.

They invested a lot of money to build the competition into a large-scale event comparable to the world's top fighting competitions, under the name of the event organizer. Even the venue was a very formal, super-large arena that could seat thousands of people.

Regardless of whether they are related to [Purgatory], anyone with money can come to watch; no one is refused entry.

In addition, the competition rules, which are completely different from those of the Kengan Association, greatly reduce the bloodshed of the competition, making it more acceptable to a wider audience.

That being said, the fighters' strength is undeniable; rules prohibiting killing and leaving the ring are hardly enough to limit their performance.

The fights were just as exciting as the championship finals of those fighting groups around the world.

Prior to this, it wasn't that no fighting groups had considered using this method to expand their operations and make more money.

But the problem is... underground fighting is still underground fighting. Without powerful connections or financial backing, even if one or two outstanding fighters attract a large audience, sooner or later someone else will destroy the business.

The only way is to raise funds to attract more partners to join.

In fact, this is how Bishamon, the third largest underground fighting group in Japan today, developed. It was their success that gave Idemitsu Toyoda hope of surpassing Kengan, thus creating Rengoku.

He has no shortage of money.

He also has no shortage of distribution channels.

He has no shortage of connections.

When such a person finds the right method, the power they unleash is terrifying.

but……

He, Idemitsu Toyoda, is not the only one with such abilities.

The Kengan Association could do the same.

"Targeting? Who knows? Kengan will always play the secretive game. To be honest, I'm tired of it. It's precisely because of Katahara that [Purgatory] and this land are both possible."

"They are all tightly wrapped up by an invisible net, making it difficult for outsiders to come in and for insiders to go out. What's the difference between this and 'closing the country'?"

Izumi Toyota stared intently at the television in front of him. The program was normal, but just moments ago, Katahara Metsudou had burst into his field of vision with his astonishing declaration. Even now, he could almost see the other man's gaunt and repulsive face.

"I don't care what his ultimate goal is, nor do I care whether the transformation of Kengan will steal the business of Purgatory. I only know that... only chaos can bring opportunities and surprises."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Falcon pushed up his sunglasses and said in a low voice:

"From the current perspective, exposing the existence of the Kengan Association and its knockout tournament to the world may force some companies to restrain themselves."

"After all, even if one is willing to use dirty tricks to win the position of the next president of the Kengan Association, one must also consider personal reputation and corporate reputation."

"Yes, that's what makes Katahara Metsudo so brilliant."

Idemitsu Toyoda chuckled.

"This sudden turn of events must be a real headache for those corporate groups that have already formed alliances. Putting aside the fighters' own intentions, if their political enemies leak the match-fixing to the media, then there will be quite a show to watch."

"Put everyone under the spotlight, and it will be clear who has a problem and who doesn't."

"This puts pressure on everyone in a roundabout way. It ensures that the knockout stage is not ruined by people who do whatever it takes for their own selfish interests, thus compromising the watchability and enjoyment of the competition."

"I think this might be Katahara Metsudo's real purpose. As for the transformation... he's already planning to give up this position, so he won't worry about the future."

"So... this was just 'incidentally'?"

The falcon looked astonished.

A major decision concerning the future development of Japan's largest interest group was made simply because an old man wanted to see a more exciting game?

This explanation was somewhat unacceptable to him.

"You'll have to ask him yourself. That old man is unpredictable. What you think is harmless may actually have a hidden purpose. What you think is intentional may actually be just him talking nonsense. Blindly following his lead will only make you a fool of him. So don't overthink it. Just fight as you see fit."

Izumi Toyota calmly stood up, ready to go upstairs to the gym to have some fun.

"Boss, please excuse me for a moment."

Hayabusa's sudden voice caused Idemitsu Toyota to pause in his ascent upstairs.

"Hmm? You really want to go find that old man?"

"Do not."

Facing Izumi Toyoda's surprised gaze, Hayabusa took off his sunglasses, his face revealing a grim expression.

"Since the boss doesn't plan to send me out, I'll just go and fight for a chance to play myself."

"...Because the subsequent declaration was so shocking, I almost forgot the first half of his speech... Yes, if fighters can't fight each other, then they can defeat each other as non-fighters and seize the representative position... Right now, you are neither a fighter nor a [Purgatory] fighter, but my 'guard', Toyoda Izumi. You really managed to take advantage of the situation, Hayabusa."

"Boss, are you going to stop me?"

"I wouldn't do something so unromantic. If I want to go, I'll go. If you succeed, then we'll have three people on our side, and our chances of winning the championship will be even greater."

Izumi Toyoda waved his hand and said.

"But boss, what about your guards here..."

The falcon hesitated, as if it wanted to say something but then stopped.

"I, I, Toyoda Idemitsu, am not so fragile that I would be killed without your protection." Saying this, Toyoda Idemitsu smiled and looked up at the second floor.

"Don't you think so, Mr. Liu?"

The falcon was startled and looked up.

On the second-floor railing, a handsome young man with black hair and a Tang suit was seen leaning against something.

"Liu Dongcheng? When did you arrive?"

In Purgatory, there are thirty A-rank fighters. Among them, the three masters who are famous for their Chinese martial arts and stand at the pinnacle are known as the 'Three Ghost Fists'.

Liu Dongcheng was one of them.

"Of course I just arrived." Liu Dongcheng leaned on the railing, tilting his head to look down, his tone unusually calm. "Before the competition, I was hired by a wealthy man and came aboard the ship with him."

"But that guy is currently living a life of debauchery with a beautiful woman, and doesn't seem to need my protection much, so I simply resigned from my job and came to watch the match with the boss (for the money). I just didn't expect that I would end up as a 'bodyguard' in the end. Seriously... I didn't get enough fighting in [Purgatory], and now I have to come here to be a fighter and fight for the Kengan Association. How stupid of me."

"...I'm not fighting for the Kengan Association."

Falcon's face was cold.

"It's all the same, if you're going to leave, leave quickly and cleverly."

Liu Dongcheng's expression was full of disdain.

Hayabusa didn't say a word, gave a slight bow to Idemitsu Toyota, and then left without looking back.

Watching his resolute figure disappear from the room, as if facing certain death.

Idemitsu Toyoda's smile faded, and he shook his head slightly.

"Sometimes I really admire him for daring to keep challenging opponents he can't beat."

"That's just how he is, so... I've never been able to hate him, to the point that I've started to hate myself for it."

Liu Dongcheng squinted, his expression somewhat annoyed.

"Haha, this is the perfect example of friendship. Why don't you come and have a drink, Liu Jun?"

"Come on, it's so late! I don't have the energy of a falcon to go looking for a fight in the middle of the night. And you, Izumi, you won't live long if you don't know how to maintain your health."

Chapter 193

The night is getting darker.

Because of Katahara Metsudo's words, the atmosphere of the banquet was suddenly changed. Many guests left in a hurry with their own thoughts, and then more and more people left, until only a few people who looked like fighters were still drinking and chatting with great interest.

Yato found a waiter and asked him to take him to his room to rest.

Their employer hadn't shown up for so long, so he must have gone to sleep as soon as he boarded the ship. As a result, Hayasaka Ai, Narushima Koga, and 02 didn't go to the central hall to join the fun either, and were fully prepared to meet up again after reaching their destination.

After all, Kaguya's daily routine has always been very strict.

Moreover, she never expected that an unexpected change would occur on the 'Death Ship'. In less than half an hour, a group of people stood out and were transferred to the 'Kengan Ship'.

That's why Yato didn't contact them by phone right away, figuring they'd run into each other during the day anyway.

"Ok?"

When passing a corner of a corridor.

Yato suddenly noticed something unusual.

To be precise, it is the 'movement' produced by the sound of fists and feet colliding, plus the vibration of the ground, walls, and even the entire space caused by the extremely concentrated impact.

He can even visualize a clear three-dimensional dynamic image in his mind, from which he can deduce the opponent's movement trajectory, overall stance, center of gravity, and so on...

Half of this is thanks to the Clear Vision perk that I randomly got from the Omnistone this week.

Did they start fighting so quickly?

Yato had a sudden thought and called out to the servant leading the way.

After asking for the specific room number and location, he obtained the crucial room key, leaving the bewildered other party behind, and headed straight for the battleground.

Not everyone can quickly grasp the hidden meaning behind Katahara Metsudo's statement, "Fighters are forbidden from fighting each other." Conversely, those who can understand this meaning in a short time and take action are certainly not ordinary people.

However, upon arriving at the battleground with this thought in mind and seeing the two sides engaged in combat, Yato couldn't help but reveal an expression of great interest.

Because one of them was his junior brother.

Himuro Ryo earned the title of 'Hyotei' after just four Kengan matches and was considered to be on par with those powerful fighters.

However, Himuro Ryo's current situation is not very good.

The white shirt was torn in seven or eight places, with blood flowing from the tears. There were bruises of varying degrees on the face, neck, and hands, the most serious of which was on the left elbow joint.

It slumped helplessly to one side, looking like it was already broken, and couldn't even be forced to use.

Six fighters surrounded him.

No...maybe seven.

Another man with short hair, wearing a kimono and squinting eyes sat on the ground with his back against the wall. He was covered in bruises and his face was so swollen and blackened that he was almost unrecognizable.

Himuro Ryo's employer, Kenjiro Oya, the owner of Yoshikuniya Bookstore, was with this man, with Himuro Ryo protecting him closely behind him.

But to be honest, Himuro Ryo felt he was nearing his limit.

My physical strength is alright.

The key issue is the fracture in his left arm.

Jeet Kune Do emphasizes overall coordination; without coordination, there is no variation, and thus no integrated offensive and defensive system that can be considered an art.

Although the fracture was in his non-dominant left arm, he would rather have his liver stabbed in the liver in exchange for the integrity of his limbs if he could.

At least... that way I can still fight to the death and kill them all, and then I can be sent to the hospital for emergency treatment without feeling guilty, unlike now, where I have to worry that if I fall, the two people behind me will also be 'purged'.

There were six people on the other side. Although they were all injured, they were carrying small, easily concealed weapons such as brass knuckles, daggers, and stun guns. They used their numerical advantage to block both ends of the corridor and slowly approach, restricting his movement space. Their methods were quite cunning.

In this situation, all Himuro Ryo could do was use the corner of the wall at the corner of the corridor as his 'battleground'.

If you're stuck in the middle of a corridor, you'll have to deal with opponents coming from both ends of the same parallel line at the same time; a person's field of vision isn't that wide.

If you're not careful, you'll be attacked from both sides.

On the contrary, being pinned in a corner and beaten up is relatively safer.

"Why aren't those guards making a move? This has gone beyond the scope of a normal 'challenge'!"

Hiding behind Himuro Ryo, Oya Ken trembled and stared resentfully at the two guards standing at the elevator door at the other end of the corridor.

Previously, when Kaneda Suekichi, the man who had already fallen next to him, came to challenge him, it was understandable that the guards turned a blind eye, as it could be explained by the principle of "not interfering in fights between non-combatants and participants." However, now that the personal safety of their member has been endangered, they still did not take action, which is a gross violation of the member's authority.

These guards, and Katahara Metsudo... besides the fighters, do they also treat these 'chess players' as toys that can be discarded at will?

at this time--

"You're really energetic, fighting in the middle of the night instead of sleeping. That's one thing, but to get yourself into this state, I think you should change your name to 'Ice Arm'."