Crossover Anime: Starting with Destroying Kengan

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In other words, the situation in actual combat is too complex, and it is impossible to play as easily and enjoyably as in daily training. The opponent will not let you play so comfortably.

Snipe, anticipate, blockade... these tactics have almost become instincts for fighters.

Therefore, in actual combat, how much strength one can exert depends to some extent on the pressure exerted by the opponent.

Duma played to his expected level under these circumstances.

The agility and unpredictability of the footwork, combined with the power brought by the inertia of the movement, make full use of the advantage of weight. Each attack seems exaggerated, but in fact it is surprisingly fast and the angle is also very tricky. There is no fixed routine, and the rhythm is constantly adjusted. Yet it is powerful and heavy, like swinging a hammer weighing hundreds of pounds to smash the opponent.

The combat style is quite sophisticated, and finding weaknesses and countermeasures is not something that can be done in a day or two. However, the opponent is also very good at dealing with this kind of unconventional martial arts.

Their reflexes are frighteningly fast, often able to prepare in advance before Duma makes any move, defending them flawlessly. In addition, their physical resilience is also terrifying.

Duma's barrage of attacks was like raindrops hitting banana leaves; an ordinary person would have their hand broken in just one blow, but it had little effect on Yato.

They were unaware that Yato's skin, reflexes, and hands had recently undergone a transformation using Tenyu's three secret medicines, resulting in a complete metamorphosis. Although his attributes hadn't increased significantly, this was extremely beneficial for combat, especially in the hands of a top-tier fighter like him who excelled at 'finding weaknesses'.

Even the slightest change can produce a visible effect.

However, Yato himself was not particularly satisfied with his performance.

"My use of internal force is still too crude."

Yato looked down at his hands.

Silently adjust your breathing, use breathing techniques to regulate your body's functions, and restrain the boiling blood and qi within your body.

The hidden strength was an unexpected gain he received after Tianyu applied the secret medicine ice needle to his hands.

Through the exceptionally well-developed nervous system in the hands, adjustments can be made to the force at the moment of exertion, allowing for greater variation.

Without a doubt, this naturally falls into the category of 'hidden strength'.

Although it's a shortcut taken by taking advantage of the body's special characteristics, the nature of it is the same as the normally achieved 'hidden strength'; the only difference lies in the method.

That's nothing.

What made Yato embarrassed was that he did not possess any systematically organized and summarized "orthodox internal strength training (fighting) methods".

This means that he had no role models to learn from or refer to, and could only grope his way forward in the dark like a complete novice.

Yato now wants to figure out how to properly utilize this power after reaching the 'hidden strength' level.

The so-called 'hidden strength' can be directly understood as a type of force that is not easily detected.

When a person is active, every movement generates heat. If too much of this heat is released, it will lead to physical exhaustion.

Conversely, when pores shrink, sweat cannot flow out, and heat cannot dissipate.

The hidden force concentrates this heat within the body, maintaining its state while selectively integrating it with the whole force to unleash it, thus softening the movement of the whole force and achieving the effect of "entering the night with the wind, silently nourishing all things."

But this is not a method of practice, but a state of being.

If it's about training techniques, Yato can try to deduce from them, but the realm is like a new world, where most of the rules are unknown.

Yato can only use his hands to apply internal force now; the rest of his body is like a locked room, where heat cannot be concentrated.

"However, the Conqueror can break down the sugar in my body to generate heat, which can be used as an 'ammunition depot' for developing internal strength. So there's no need to worry about the output being too low, resulting in mediocre effects."

Yato consoled himself.

The realm of 'hidden strength' allows one to use every bit of physical energy without waste, engaging in high-intensity, prolonged battles. However, each use of 'hidden strength' consumes heat and causes an imbalance in the body's internal heat, like a punctured balloon that needs to be replenished.

The reason Yato didn't flinch or flinch after Duma grabbed his hand earlier was because he was busy calming the surging heat within his body.

It is evident that timing is crucial when using internal force in combat. Overuse can easily deplete one's internal energy, leading to a significant decline in condition. Therefore, it must never be used continuously; each use must be strategic.

Strive for a fatal blow!

To truly achieve complete control, one must cultivate internal strength throughout the entire body.

At that time, it can be called 'Transformation of Strength'.

With a yearning for the highest realm of martial arts, Ye Dou slowly rolled up his sleeves, looked around the audience, put his left hand behind his back, and extended his right hand forward, adopting a classic challenge stance.

"Next, who would like to come up and ask a question?" Fei asked.

Chapter 103

The contestant candidates fell silent.

Seeing Yato, who had changed from a carefree attitude to a much more serious one, they sensed something different.

It's not an attitude.

It's not about aura, but about presence.

If Yato before was a stream, its origin and destination unknown, clear yet unfathomable, then he now is an icy plain, endless and impassable, the air so cold it chills to the bone, making one feel as if their internal organs are about to freeze even when breathing the same air.

Although most of the candidates for combat are there for money or other personal reasons, they are not lacking in the determination to fight to the death. But is it really necessary to fight to the death in this situation?

It's not a life-or-death duel.

It's just one spot; if it's given up, so be it.

Anyway, there are two spots available.

Instead of fighting for a moment of pride, it's better to compete with others for the second spot.

This is what they consider the most reasonable decision.

"How could this be... Just two matches, and the rest of the people lost the courage to challenge him... Is his intimidation power exaggerated?!"

Erina, who witnessed this scene, was stunned and almost speechless.

Even she couldn't possibly win two rounds in a row on stage and make the remaining chefs willingly admit defeat and compete for second or third place.

But this man in front of me did it.

"If you don't understand martial arts or fighting, you won't understand how much pressure he puts on others. Those who fight him see no hope of winning, so they choose to give up... Not only that, once you've experienced this pressure, you'll be affected when you fight him in the future. Over time, fewer and fewer people will be willing to fight him."

Senzaemon sighed.

"..."

Erina fell completely silent.

Senzaemon seemed oblivious to his granddaughter's unusual behavior, and continued, "But before the monster fully matures, even a human can leave a mark on its body by exerting all their strength. For the loser, that is not a disgrace, but rather proof of their effort, a feat worthy of admiration."

As he spoke, he touched the scar on his right eye.

His tone was full of nostalgia.

It was as if I was recalling things from the past.

Erina didn't quite understand what he meant until the next moment, when she felt an almost tangible sense of oppression around her. Startled, she turned around and saw that Dojima Gin had stood up at some point.

"...Uncle Dojima, you wouldn't be going to...?!"

Erina's expression changed drastically as she deduced a certain possibility from his actions.

"Erina, Commander-in-Chief, remember to treat me to a nice meal when you get back."

Dojima Gin tugged at the belt of his training uniform and strode towards the arena.

There was not a trace of fear on his face.

Only high spirits and fighting will remain.

"Erina is one thing, but does she really expect me to cook for her? Honestly, what a greedy fellow. But cooking for a warrior who has fought so hard is a pleasure in itself."

Senzaemon chuckled.

"Go, Uncle Dojima!"

Erina mustered her courage and shouted.

Although she attracted many strange looks as if she were an idiot, the proud Peacock Queen from Totsuki Academy didn't care about the gazes of those 'cowards'.

"Hey, Hayasaka..."

Kaguya, who was not far away, suddenly looked at her maid.

"Even if we want to cheer on Mr. Igarashi, it would be most appropriate for you, Miss Kaguya, to do so, since you are the school representative."

Hayasaka Ai seemed to have anticipated what she was going to say and interrupted her first.

"In that case, I entrust you to speak on my behalf."

Kaguya raised an eyebrow.

"...Kaguya-sama, don't you feel guilty about doing something like this? Okay, I understand. I apologize. Let's forget about the bet on hugs."

"No."

Kaguya smiled smugly at the maid who readily admitted defeat.

"If you really want to apologize, then hurry up and say it."

"...Mr. Igarashi, good luck."

"Speak louder, even I, sitting next to you, can't hear you very well."

"call……"

Hayasaka Ai took a deep breath, her face tense, but her cheeks were clearly red, and her eyes revealed that she was wavering quite a bit.

But there was no way she could refuse Kaguya's request.

"Mr. Igarashi! Kaguya-sama said she'll go on a date with you if you win!"

"——Haasaka?!"

Not to mention Kaguya, who was dragged into self-destruction by the maid, and was in complete chaos.

Yato was taken aback when he heard this.

Turning my head, I saw two girls in the audience, their hands facing each other, like sumo wrestlers, sparring with each other. They only stopped when they seemed to notice other people's gazes and pretended that nothing had happened, but the blush on their faces wouldn't go away for a while.

"...What are these two doing?"

Yato shook his head slightly, giving up on his guess.

My gaze shifted to Dojima Gin.

He has a buzz cut and bright, piercing eyes, giving him a smart and capable impression. His physique is similar to his, except that his shoulders look a bit broader, probably due to his years of cooking experience. His arms and back muscles are also more developed.

People like this practice boxing.

Conversely, most boxers also have these characteristics.

Yato almost subconsciously used his eyes to observe his opponent and made judgments based on his learned experience, without immediately activating the system's detection function.

This is a habit he forced himself to develop.

“It’s great to be young.”

Dojima Gin joked.

"I was originally planning to introduce you to our little princess, but it seems you've already made a better choice."

"To be honest, I really want to admit defeat right now."

Yato shrugged.

"Hey, hey, your murderous aura is so chilling it's making me feel like I'm being poisoned. Are you really okay?"

Dojima Gin glanced at the black-haired girl in the audience, his words seemingly expressing concern for Yato, but his tone actually betrayed schadenfreude.

"You should worry more about yourself than me."

Ignoring the cold gaze cast from somewhere, Yato said calmly.

"Let me make this clear: I'm not going to let you leave standing."

"Give me a break, will you?"

Dojima Gin said it jokingly, but there was no hint of a smile in his eyes.

He stood with his back hunched and his body turned to the side.

Raise both hands and place them in front of your chest, one in front of the other, staggered.

At first glance, this stance closely resembles the common perception of modern combat techniques.