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Duma was punched in the nostril, causing his nose to bleed profusely and his head to tilt back.
Yato immediately launched a fierce attack on his weak point in the center line with extremely fast speed, and even used a kick similar to the crescent kick in karate to target his liver area.
To anyone, the Duma is now at a serious disadvantage.
His own offensive was suppressed by a single hand, and now he has suffered another round of blows. To use a classic phrase, he is "a candle flickering in the wind."
"Strange... He was once a famous squad leader, he shouldn't be this weak. Could it be that his body was really corrupted by the alcohol?"
Dazai Yukio's expression was not good.
This person was someone he had asked higher authorities to win over.
Yet they behaved so poorly.
Isn't this a slap in the face?
How will the higher authorities view themselves?
"Well, don't rush. This guy has had a medical check-up done by me. Trust me, his skills definitely match his resume."
A blond man with delicate features, wearing a white lab coat, smiled meaningfully.
“If he loses, the spot will have to be left to you, Mr. Yingchu.”
"It was Dazai Yukio who said in a deep voice."
"Give me a break. Fighting a monster that can defeat that monster is too much for an ordinary person like me. But in my opinion, the result is already obvious."
Yingchu remained calm, gazing intently at the two players who had switched roles.
To be precise, I was watching Yato.
"That person shouldn't have chosen close combat."
The situation changed the instant he finished speaking.
Chapter 101
That man was born with a body as flexible as a snake, and could easily reproduce any martial arts move. However, after trying many fighting techniques, he could not erase the sense of incompleteness in his heart. In his early years, he even thought about changing careers and becoming a gymnast.
—Until I came across a Japanese martial art that was on the verge of being lost, somewhere between ancient and modern.
That is the 'walking path'.
The man felt as if he had found his destiny.
He devoted himself wholeheartedly to the practice of this martial art.
A few years later, he accepted the offer from the Bank of Japan. After going through layers of selection and tireless efforts, he rose to the position of captain of the second division with his outstanding strength, and even became a candidate for the Fang of Metsudo.
It took the man a full ten years to get to this point.
He felt that all his efforts were worthwhile.
The fruits of this hard work will blossom into the most vibrant flowers.
However, 'Fang of Destruction' mercilessly crushed what he considered to be a perfect flower under his feet with his fists and feet, and even declared, 'This food has given me a long-lost sense of satisfaction.'
The man was thus defeated by what he perceived as a heart-devouring demon.
He was subsequently kicked out of his employer's house for being too decadent.
But just as he stepped out the door, he saw a fly fall into a blade of grass and never come out again.
The man realized his mistake.
Yes, his martial arts don't need to be as vibrant as flowers.
It should be like grass, possessing extremely strong vitality, and... the ability to devour life!
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"
Inside the meeting hall, Duma suffered a nosebleed and let out a wild roar.
A large body weight results in an equivalent lung capacity.
Yato frowned, not quite used to the sudden sound waves, and decided to back away.
But Duma grabbed his wrist, which was still stuck inside his body, and turned around to hold Yato's arm tightly like in a tug-of-war, revealing a blood-stained, sinister grin.
"Hey kid, do you know what a pitcher plant is?"
"It's a plant that looks like a cucumber. It secretes an enticing scent that attracts mosquitoes and flies to land on it and then slide to the bottom, where they are eventually decomposed and absorbed as nutrients."
Don't you think this is very similar to our current situation?
Although Yato was being held captive, his expression remained calm.
"What, are you planning to bite me to death?"
"Do not."
Duma shook his head slightly.
"I just want you to know that you've fallen to the bottom, like a mosquito with nowhere to escape."
"For the past few years, I've been thinking about how to maximize my strengths and weaknesses, to maintain high agility while also having a physique that won't be easily defeated, and to be aggressive. But such a martial art doesn't exist, so I settled for second best and transformed myself into this form."
As he spoke, the flesh all over his body, whether muscle or fat, surged violently, like waves of flesh rising up, creating a visually striking sight.
Yato had a strange feeling that his opponent was about to explode.
Noticing the change in his expression, Duma became even more delighted.
"You don't actually think all this fat on me is just for show, do you? Let me tell you, my fat is mixed with muscle, so I can control every single piece of it!"
"It is an exoskeleton armor to me, soft and flexible. Your punches are heavy and fast, but it's useless. My physical armor is enough to neutralize all attacks, and even my movement speed is faster than before."
"But that's only part of it. The real purpose of this armor is 'counterattack.' When the enemy launches an attack, it absorbs the impact and, combined with my weight and explosive power, bounces it back."
"That's right, it's the counter-attack technique you always use against that idiot! I didn't expect you to be able to move so freely after kicking like that, but it doesn't matter, I'll be the winner!"
"Aren't you afraid that by telling me all this, your special skills will be exposed and other challengers will target you?"
Yato's expression remained calm.
"Ha, do you think I'll have the energy to face other people after doing this?"
Duma grinned maliciously, his eyes gleaming with intense light.
"Even if I used this move, I would be completely exhausted and unable to stand up for a while, but... I will definitely be the one to win! That's enough!"
Originally, he should have launched the attack when the opponent was attacking, but his physical movements were too drastic, so the opponent would probably choose to keep their distance as a precaution.
Especially when facing a fast-paced fighter like Yato, who excels in kicking techniques and is incredibly fast.
There can be absolutely no mistakes.
Once it arouses their suspicion, it becomes difficult to achieve its intended effect.
Therefore, realizing that the opponent might still have some trump cards up their sleeve, Duma chose what seemed to be the most wrong and cautious approach. But in reality, this was the best tactic to lure the opponent into launching a counterattack, and then counterattack against that counterattack, thus quickly ending the battle.
Looking at Duma's face, where veins were bulging, Yato did indeed 'hear' the flow of energy through the close contact of his arms.
It surges forward like the Yangtze River.
"It's amazing that they could come up with this method of applying 'whole force'."
Yato was truly amazed.
For skilled fighters, integrated power is not uncommon.
Alternatively, it could be said that anyone who practices martial arts will try to reach the level of 'integrated power' in order to fully unleash the power of martial arts and the results of physical training.
In Jeet Kune Do, whole-body power is also one of the prerequisites for learning the one-inch punch.
However, someone like Duma, who combines short-range strikes with a technique that allows him to grab his opponent and, with his superior flexibility and muscle control, mobilize the power of his entire body from the areas with the most muscle mass and nerve plexuses, to strike his opponent through the contact surface.
Rather than calling it a pitcher plant, Yato thinks it's more like a suicide bomb.
Judging from the current situation, if this force were to be released, his arms and shoulders would definitely be ruined, and... this guy didn't finish his sentence, so just ruining his hands wouldn't necessarily mean he would lose his fighting ability.
"He deliberately grabbed my hand, making me focus on it, and emphasized his counter-attack technique. This was to make me ignore the agility he showed at the beginning. When he really exerted his strength, he would probably crash into me with the force of a mountain lean. His physique was specially designed to increase the contact area and impact."
"With such immense weight and near-self-destructive, extreme exertion... Anyone hit by this move would probably fare no better than being hit by a speeding car, right? To go to such lengths to defeat an opponent, I'm really curious who your imagined enemy is."
"It's just a pity... that's not how you use the deeper level of 'whole force'."
Yato whispered the second half of the sentence.
"...!"
Duma completely ignored his remarks.
Just as it was about to unleash its power and crash into Yato.
Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain shot through my heart.
The force, already pushed to its limit, hadn't even had a chance to be released before it burst forth like a floodgate bursting open.
Duma slowly knelt down on the ground.
His knee even shattered the floor.
He clutched his chest and coughed up a large amount of blood.
She was extremely weak.
Yato flicked his right hand, making no comment.
But it's obvious to anyone with eyes that Duma's current state is definitely related to him.
"what have you done?"
Duma struggled to lift his head and stared intently at him.
"I didn't do anything, I just noticed you seemed to like bombs, so while I was firing at you, I planted a few inside you. Normally, they would have taken a while to detonate automatically, but you grabbed my hand, allowing me to detonate them at any moment, so—"
Yato shrugged, revealing a smile that was incredibly irritating to Duma.
"You flatter me."
Chapter 102
"Is this the 'Kicking Demon'? Rather than 'living up to his name,' it's more like 'not living up to his name'..." Soryuin Shion murmured. She had also heard about Yato's personal information and achievements from her secretary.
"what?"
Tomoko Matsuda opened her mouth wide, revealing an exaggerated expression.
"Don't misunderstand." Toshio Ozu's voice was deep, revealing the truth in one sentence, "What the chairman means is that Yato Igarashi's strength is by no means limited to 'kick techniques'."
That's right.
Zou-ryu-in Shion nodded silently.
His 'power' has gradually broken free from the original framework of the fighting techniques he has practiced, stepping into a higher level. Although it is only one step, it is still a height that most fighters can never reach in their entire lives.
"..."
While people with insightful vision like Shion Souin are few and far between, most fighters felt a chill run down their spines when they saw Duma being placed on a stretcher, still vomiting blood, and being hastily dragged away by medical personnel for emergency treatment.
In their eyes, the young man on the field was as terrifying as a demon.
I thought Duma could fight him fiercely and both sides would suffer heavy losses.
The result was that after only a few seemingly stalemates, Duma was taken down by his opponent using dirty tricks.
The carefully prepared tactics and trump cards were of no use.
In fact, it didn't inflict much damage on the opponent at all.
It's hard to imagine that this was the achievement of Katahara Metsudo's right-hand man.
If this were in a formal competition, it would probably provoke anger among some spectators who would suspect that Duma was throwing the match. However, the audience here today, apart from some representatives from various universities and high-level officials who genuinely do not understand combat sports, are mostly carefully selected experts.
They were well aware that the Duma had done everything within the limits of what was possible.
What does 'the scope allowed by circumstances' mean?