"You guys really made quite a scene..."
Katahara Metō approached and glanced at the headless body of Meguro Masaki on the ground, as well as the half of the spine stuck in the wall, and his tone couldn't help but carry a hint of blame.
But the next second he burst into laughter again.
"But it doesn't matter. The rules only prohibit private fights between Kengan members. Besides, young people should be energetic!"
Energetic...
Nikaidou Ren was no longer able to complain about President Katahara's logic.
If this is called being energetic, then it's really energetic. As for Meguro Masaki, should we explain that he died because all his energy was released?
"but--"
Katara Metō suddenly changed the subject and spoke in a more serious tone.
"From now on, even private fights between fighters are strictly prohibited. If violated, it will be regarded as the same crime as a private fight between Kengan members, and the Kengan membership will be revoked. In addition, a rule has been changed. In the past, if a Kengan member instructed a fighter to attack another Kengan member, the company that the fighter belonged to would be revoked. Now it has been changed to not revoking the membership of the company, but the membership of the person who actually instructed the attack. Do you understand?"
"That is to say, even if Toyo Electric Power instructs Byakuya Shimbun to have Byakuya Shimbun fighters attack other Kengan members, it will still be Toyo Electric Power that will be disqualified from membership, right?"
Wu Yi understood and released himself from the state of liberation.
"Yes, that's the truth~" Katara Metō made a scissors hand gesture in a nonchalant manner, "However, since Kaiichi Securities and Byakuya Shimbun kidnapped the president of Modern Music, Ms. Togawa Yoshiko, before the rules were changed, Kaiichi Securities and Byakuya Shimbun will be disqualified from Kengan membership."
Nikaidou Ren fell silent.
He is a fighter affiliated with Byakuya Shimbun, which belongs to the faction in Kengankai that is close to Toyo Electric Power. But even so, is it really worth it to be disqualified from membership just to increase Toyo Electric Power's chances of winning in the knockout round?
Maybe it's worth it, maybe it's not worth it, but it has nothing to do with him as a fighter.
"That's fine. If that's the case, then I have no problem with that."
Wu Yi shook off the sauce that was still dripping from his hands, then picked Meguro Masaki's head off the wall, and inserted the spine back into the latter's body, which had begun to cool down. He put it together briefly like a clay figure and then threw it in front of Nikaidou Ren.
"This is your friend, I'm giving it back to you."
"..."
Nikaidou Ren continued to remain silent.
Although the White Night News has lost its membership because of this incident, in theory he now has the confidence to go barefoot without fear of wearing shoes.
But considering that if he really wasn't afraid of wearing shoes while barefoot, the situation would most likely develop from "he goes to Meguro Masaki's grave to toast every year" to "he goes down to drink with Meguro Masaki", so I thought about it and decided to give up.
Dare not move, dare not move...
"But if this happens, two groups will have byes in the round of 16, right? Do we need to adjust the schedule?"
Wang Sen Zhengdao, who had been following Katara Metō, suddenly said.
Indeed, now that Haiyi Securities' fighter Masaki Meguro has been eliminated, and the Byakuya News has been disqualified due to a private fight among members, it is equivalent to saying that one of the players in two competitions is missing at once. In theory, they can be merged.
However, Katahara Metō just waved his hands with a smile.
"No, no, no, just follow the existing schedule. It's just two byes anyway, and we can speed up the game at the same time, isn't that good?"
"Yes."
Since even the boss said so, Wang Senzhengdao naturally would not have any objections. He bowed slightly and stopped talking.
As a result, the struggle in the passage soon subsided.
And due to the death of Masaki Meguro, the next match against Iwami Heavy Industries, in which he was supposed to play, was directly given a bye, and Iwami Heavy Industries advanced to the second round without any injuries.
After that, there were several rounds of matches, including but not limited to a professional wrestling uncle with full faith teaching a young sumo wrestler how to behave, a stubborn Burmese boxing guy beating up a fishing uncle, a pure love warrior Sasuke killing a bad boy with a crew cut in seconds, and a motorcycle head uncle who was obviously mediocre beating up Superman Tanaka. The competition finally reached the third to last round to advance to the top 16.
At the commentary desk, Katahara Meika, who had been busy for nearly a whole morning, took out the schedule that had been placed under the table, took a look at it, wiped the non-existent sweat beads from her forehead, breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned back in the seat back.
"Ah~ It's finally almost over. I have two more games to go after I finish them. Then I can rest in the afternoon, and I can have another day off tomorrow."
"Thank you for your hard work~"
In the adjacent seat, Wu Yi, who had washed his hands and returned to his normal state, was holding a glass of newly bought kumquat lemon juice and sipping it while speaking.
Of course, he did not forget to bring a cup for Katahara Katako, who had been using her throat the whole morning.
"Speaking of who will be the next player, all that's left is the end of the show. It seems like the Fang of the Destroyer hasn't appeared yet?"
"Hmm... Mr. Kano will not play until the last match, and his opponent is Okubo from TV Mushi. But the next match will be--"
Having said this, Katara Shoka was suddenly stunned.
"It's Bando Yohei, against the Eiichi contestant."
"Oh, it's finally here."
Volume 577: Chapter The True Fist Wish -
"But then again, there are still a lot of people participating for the first time this year, including this Doctor Yingchu."
There is only a little time left before the next round of competition begins, Katara Shoka said as she flipped through the fighter information in her hand.
"doctor?"
Wu Yi thought this name was a bit strange.
So far, not all of the participants in the knockout rounds were originally fighters or assassins. Some of them include but are not limited to ice hockey players, ballet dancers, and even fishermen. But without exception, they were all originally engaged in jobs that required considerable physical strength.
But is it really reasonable for someone to be directly trained as a doctor like this?
"Well, he is indeed a doctor, Yi-chan, look at him~"
Katara Shoka is a carefree and a little naive person. She didn't care whether it was against the rules to directly disclose other fighters' personal information. She patted Wu Yi's shoulder and showed the information booklet in her hand to the latter.
"Hmm, he really is a doctor from Tokyo University. His height and weight are also normal..."
After glancing over all the information in the text, Wu Yi quickly analyzed the theoretical body shape of this Dr. Yingchu in his mind.
To be honest, he is quite ordinary, just like an ordinary normal person, and you can even say he is a little thin.
However, when he saw the photo located in the upper right corner of all the information alongside basic information such as name and gender, Wu Yi was slightly stunned.
It’s not that he has the appearance of an ancient god, on the contrary, the man in the photo can be said to be quite handsome. Although he is not the kind of sickly and creamy boy in today's entertainment industry, even if he is thrown into any film or TV work, he will definitely be able to play a very popular second male lead.
But those eyes alone contained an expression that suppressed endless madness with absolute rationality.
"Doctor of Death? Are you Yan Wuhuo or Feng Daizang..." Wu Yi muttered in a low voice.
But at the same time he also understood one thing, that is, this Doctor Yingchu was by no means a simple school doctor of Teito University, but was very likely one of the "back-up plans" prepared for the execution of Bando Yohei that the other party had mentioned when he had discussed with Naoes Jinjiro in the company before.
So they were agents sent by the Japanese government...that's right.
……
"Alright, the next round is the 14th round of the top 16! Fighters, please enter!!!"
The precious rest time passed quickly in the aroma of milk tea and kumquat lemonade, and in the blink of an eye, Qiaoxiang's explosive voice filled the entire arena again.
"The first to appear is this man! The 'killer doctor' that people call Doctor Death! The doctor haunted by death descends on the fatal elimination match! The unfortunate patients will be sent to hell by him! The gates of hell will open at this moment! Height 174cm, weight 62kg! First time participating in the Kengan tournament! The representative fighter of the University of Tokyo - 'Dissection Demon' Eihatsu!!!"
"Ah, the arena is really nice. It's full of the smell of death."
A certain blond-haired, white-coated murderous doctor who walked out of the spreading smoke took a deep breath and spoke softly.
At the same time, Katahara Sayaka hit her hand to the other side again.
"Then, please invite the other fighter to enter! He is the one and only bare-handed serial killer in Japanese criminal history that was feared by people back then! Thirty years have passed, and now that killer is back! He is 201cm tall and weighs 147kg! This is his first time participating in the Kengan Tournament! The representative fighter of the Juou Communication - 'Blood-stained Ivory' Bando Yohei!!!"
"..."
"..."
"..."
Unlike in the past when the audience would burst into cheers like a wave every time a fighter appeared on stage, when the figure that was nearly two meters tall and really like a giant elephant appeared in front of everyone, the whole audience was silent.
It was not until a moment later that sporadic whispers of discussion could be heard.
"Oh my god, it really appeared..."
"Banto Yohei... the real murderer."
"Huh? Who is he? I don't know."
"Don't ask me. I don't know. I wasn't even born thirty years ago."
"It's exactly what it says. He was the most vicious bare-handed murderer in Japanese criminal history. He caused quite a stir at the time."
Most of the people who can come to this fatal elimination match are either rich or noble, and almost all of them are at the upper or even top of the world.
It was just that because the incident involving Bando Yohei was so terrible at the time, and the Japanese government had not been able to successfully execute Bando Yohei for 30 years, it quietly hid all news about the incident.
So much so that among the people present now, only those who had heard the news back then knew what was going on, and they all showed disgust on their faces, while those who didn't know were confused.
Fortunately, the game will start the same regardless of applause and cheers. After both players enter the venue, the referee will rush between the two.
"Both teams, take your positions, get ready - eh? What are you doing..."
An unexpected scene happened on the field.
Even though the referee shouted "take your positions", Bando Yohei continued to move his wrists freely, while Yingchu had his hands in the pockets on both sides of his white coat. He did not look like a fighter about to fight, but more like an attending doctor on his way to the office in the hospital.
"Huff, huff, huff. After all, I'm not a fighter. I don't need any preparatory stances." Yingchu said.
"As he said, let's just start as usual," Bando Yohei agreed.
Since both fighters said so, the referee, who was only responsible for announcing the start and end of the match, naturally didn't care anymore and raised his voice again.
"Then go ahead! The game begins!!!"
chant--!
As soon as the referee finished speaking, Bando Yohei took a step forward and swung his palm down. The palm strike contained enough force to blow apart an ordinary person's skull.
But Yingchu still kept his hands in his pockets, and calmly jumped to the side to avoid the fatal blow. At the same time, he pulled his hands out of his pockets, and used his fingers to form swords to stab out several times at a speed as fast as a storm.
The next second, a series of tiny holes arranged in a specific pattern appeared on Bando Yohei's arm.
"Oh, it's the Lingshu grappling technique."
Wu Yi, who was sitting at the commentary desk watching the game, continued to lie down like Ge You, slurring his drink through a straw while speaking incoherently.
"Spiritual Pivot Capture Technique? Can you explain it in detail?"
Katara Shoka was struggling to understand the two people's fighting styles and was unable to explain them. When she heard that Wu Yi seemed to know this style, she immediately came over and asked.
"It is said that it is a kind of martial arts that specializes in acupuncture points. If you practice it to perfection, you can cripple your opponent with just one strike."
Wu Yi released the straw from his mouth, regained his articulation and continued speaking.
"But this style is not invincible. After all, even the most sophisticated skills need to be supported by strength. If the opponent's muscles are too thick, you can't put your strength into the acupuncture points. Even if you hit the location accurately, it's just a scratch on the skin."
"That means Yingchu's chances of winning this game are slim?" Qiaoxiang asked.
"Well, maybe not."
Wu Yi touched his chin.
"No matter what, he is an agent sent by the Japanese government to kill Bando Yohei. Since the Japanese government can send him to carry out this mission, it means that he is quite confident and should have his own way."
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Doctor Yingchu is the strongest among Kengan. He can save the life of a man even if his neck is broken, and he can easily exchange one for one even when fighting against Kuroki. If the same character were put in domestic urban literature, he would have to be given a title like "Medical God" and be on par with the Dragon King or something like that.
Volume 578: Chapter : Abnormal Showdown
While the two people were talking at the commentary desk, a fierce battle had already started between Eiichiro and Bando Yohei on the field.
Yingchu was still using the Lingshu grappling technique, which was as precise as that of an old Chinese doctor, to poke Bando Yohei back and forth.
Judging from the specific acupuncture points where he attacked, it was obvious that he had a very thorough understanding of the human body. All the acupuncture points he attacked were those that could make a person instantly lose control of part of their limbs.
However, it was a pity that in the face of the huge physical difference between the two sides, Yingchu's acupoint pressing technique was completely unable to play its due role.
The attack that could originally paralyze a person instantly was reduced to only 20% or 30% of its power due to the dilution of Bando Yohei's thick muscles. Even if hit from the front, the effect caused was only a brief stiffness, which would be relieved immediately in less than a second.
And Bando Yohei obviously didn't have any martial arts skills. He just relied on his tall physique, which was not sure whether it was a result of his own mutation or scientific transformation, to launch repeated counterattacks against Yingchu without any technical content.
The two sides are like the player and the boss, one has superb skills and is faster but is fragile and has low damage, while the other is slow and has poor skills but has high health and high attack.
Players can slowly kill the boss with graceful movements and precise attacks, but if the boss catches them due to an operational error, they will die on the spot.
"Is this going to turn into a tug-of-war?"
Looking at the increasingly tense battle between the two sides, Wu Yi lay down completely.
It’s not that he thought there was nothing to watch, but he felt that since the Japanese government could send such an agent to carry out the first round of assassinations against Bando Yohei, it should have a good chance of success no matter what.
