I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 96 Mountain Training Ground

"It's time to fight back!"

When Yu finished saying that sentence
As Nioh ducked to the side to avoid his powerful kick, the man named Ohma suddenly sprang up, his fist striking Nioh's chin with a standard uppercut.

"In hand-to-hand combat, the chin is a human weakness, far more so than the eyes or temples."

Many people believe that 'warding' is invincible, but in fact, in no-rule fighting, no one would even attempt to ward during a mobile battle.

Because if the other person lowers their head, the hardest part of the human skull will cause the fragile finger bones to break on the spot.

You don't even need much skill; biological instinct will make you instinctively dodge.

If the fight devolves into ground combat, piercing eyes could be a way to break the stalemate.

The fist struck his chin, and the 'Nioh' couldn't help but lean back.

"Actively leaning back to absorb force, and—"

His eyes hardened.
Despite being punched, Niou managed to steady himself and immediately retaliated with a punch.

"With the help of medication."

This 'Nioh' clearly took injections and drugs before entering the ring: putting aside his exaggerated muscles, his ability to withstand blows alone is beyond the realm of common sense.

However, his opponent, the muscular 'Wang Ma,' was clearly also a master. He began to dodge as his opponent swung his arm, avoiding the heavy punch once more, while simultaneously delivering a vicious knee strike to his opponent's groin!
This time,
This caused Niou's expression to change drastically!
No matter how muscular a man is, he can't develop defense in his lower body.

So Niou immediately spread his fingers and slapped down with his other hand, using his large palm to block the opponent's knee strike, while subconsciously taking a big step back.

Snapped,

The force transmitted through the palm had no impact whatsoever.

? !
The next second, a violent impact came from his cheek, causing the muscular man 'Nioh', who weighed over 300 pounds, to stumble and stagger to the side.

"A feint followed by a high sweep,"

Yu explained it to both Qiongmei and the class monitor at the same time.
Because it's a 'no-rules' fighting style, any dirty tricks or banned substances can be used.

Niou was right to block and retreat immediately in the face of Oma's knee strike. However, he fell into his opponent's trap: the knee strike was just a feint. As Niou retreated, Oma's attacking leg drew a simple 45-degree arc, like a whip—no, like a scythe—and slashed at Niou's neck.

His chin was hit a second time, and even though he was on drugs, he couldn't help but sway.

And this has already decided the outcome!

Undeterred by his advantage, Ohma suddenly launched a counterattack, raining down punches on the head of the unbalanced Niou.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
“Ohhhhhh~~”

"Kill him! Kill him—"

Under the relentless barrage of heavy punches, blood and teeth splattered; sweat was flung from taut muscles behind him; accompanied by the roars of the audience, Ohma seized the opportunity and launched a ferocious offensive, forcing Niou to retreat step by step. The heavy punches that landed on his nose and chin finally robbed 'Niou' of his consciousness.

As the 1.9-meter-tall muscular man fell backward, the man named 'Wang Ma' continued his pursuit, lunging forward in mid-air with his arms and elbows aimed at his fallen opponent.

Bang! !

With a dull thud, the two fell down almost one after the other.

The difference is that Niou fell passively, while Ohma actively used his full strength to launch an elbow strike, which landed heavily on Niou's neck.

With a weight of over 80 kilograms and Wang Ma's strength, this elbow strike was clearly aimed at killing!
After taking that elbow strike, the burly man codenamed 'Nioh' had already rolled his eyes back, but:

Thud, thud, thud, thud!

The man named 'Wang Ma' continued his relentless attack, half-squatting down and repeatedly punching the other man's chin as a finishing blow.

"stop,"

"stop--"

The referee quickly stepped forward to stop it. It wouldn't matter if someone died in this arena, since so many powerful and influential people were watching. But since the outcome was already decided, there was no need to cause any more bloodshed.

"Nioh has lost consciousness. The winner is:"

"Ten-Headed Demon King Horse!"

As the referee raised the winner's hand high, cheers erupted from the stands below.

"Another Tyson,"

On the second floor, a powerful chaebol made this judgment.

This man, known as 'Ten-Snake Demon King Ma,' has physical attributes almost identical to 'Tyson' at his peak, only a few centimeters taller and a dozen kilograms lighter.

"President Nogi, you've lost."

Someone nearby joked with the president of the company who had sent out 'Nioh', but the middle-aged man with his hair slicked back just smiled.

"No,"

"I won."

"Just now, I acquired 'Yamashita Publishing'."

"The one standing on the field is my 'Ten-Headed Demon King Horse'."

? ?
"As expected."

A man who can start from scratch and work his way up to enter this industry.

The heads of other major conglomerates couldn't help but look over, not expecting that this 'President Nogi' would be so decisive. No, it should be said that he had planned this all along?
"How about it?"

Yu then looked at Qiong Mei and the class president, whose expressions varied.
"This is real fighting: skill, power, speed, and decisive clashes."

Because there are no rules, there's no 'hugging' pause; both players start by testing each other, setting traps, and then going all out! One wave takes them down, clean and efficient, extremely violent and bloody!
The blood-soaked ground and Niou being carried away by several staff members were the fate of the losers.

"A single thought or a moment of carelessness can lead to failure."

"Brother, do you want us to go on stage?"

Pointing to the arena below, Qiong Mei asked with a serious expression.

"Get down, I'm afraid you'll beat someone to death."

After all, she possesses chakra. Despite her petite and delicate appearance, even her "Cat Fist" is extremely deadly in a real fight: at least these "ordinary strongmen" below are definitely no match for her.

"I brought you here not just to watch the game."

Snapped,
As Yu snapped his fingers, Qiong Mei and the class monitor were stunned, their eyes immediately losing focus.

When the two came to their senses...
The three people have been found to be in an empty space.

"This is my illusionary spell space."

Actually, the three consciousnesses were connected using a 'secret technique in the mountains', and then You clapped his hands.

"Your opponent is 'him'."

Next second,
Two 'King Horses' appeared out of thin air, assuming a fighting stance.

"Come on, this is a spell space. Don't worry about getting hurt or getting tired."

"Listen up, I've raised the attributes of these two 'King Horses' to a level close to yours: try to hold out against them for a few more seconds."

???

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blink,

The pupils became more lively.

In just a moment, both Qiongmei and the class monitor changed their demeanor.

"Amazing!"

"Unfortunately, I still couldn't even hold on for a minute."

In Yu's 'spell space', the two girls fought 'Ohma' who had gained extraordinary power hundreds of times, and the battle situation could only be described as 'one-sided'.

Even with equal strength and agility, and even with some of his abilities weakened by Yu, he was still completely overwhelmed.

Forget about a formal fight, even dodging is a struggle.

"Of course, he's a 'strongman' who has trained hard in real combat for more than ten years."

It's obvious that neither Qiong Mei nor the class monitor are 'martial arts prodigies'.

Moreover, even if a martial arts prodigy has never practiced for a single day, how could they suddenly defeat a top fighter?

unless--

"Hey, Wang Ma?!"

The voice below suddenly changed; the host's in-ear monitor was snatched away. "Hey, you rich folks on the second floor!"

Holding the in-ear monitor to his mouth, 'Ten-Headed Demon King' raised his finger and pointed domineeringly at the room on the second floor.

“I know there are ‘artificial’ superhumans among you. One of you come down and fight me!”

"I need to see first whether this power is worth pursuing!"

???

The entire venue fell silent; everyone instinctively shut their mouths and followed Wang Ma's finger to look at the second floor.

The chamber of commerce presidents sitting on the first floor had heard of the existence of 'artificial superhumans' and that the prize for the competition was a 'lesser superhuman potion', but they were unaware of the truth behind it.

For example: How powerful are artificial superhumans?

As for the existence of 'lesser extraordinary potions', they never doubted it.

After all, there are so many heads of large conglomerates on the second floor, they can't all be in the mood to joke around with them, right?
Following Wang Ma's finger, everyone saw—

"You want to challenge me?"

You was taken aback, unsure whether the other person was lucky, pointing at him with a casual gesture, or unlucky.
"If you're extraordinary, then come down and fight me."

Facing the fiercely determined and ready-to-fight Ohma, Yu snapped his fingers.

"Certainly,"

More than ten seconds passed.

The puzzled audience then realized something was wrong.

"That King Ma."

"Maintain this posture?"

"Hey, did he get killed? What did he think he was, some kind of superhuman?"

Snapped,
As Yu snapped his fingers again, the motionless man suddenly 'came to his senses'.

"This is what I am"

"You're not a man-made superhuman, are you?"

Since he came to participate in the competition, Toja Onima knew 'a little' inside information, but he had never heard of artificial superhumans having 'superpowers'!
"no,"

Faced with Yu's denial, the victor on the stage turned pale.

"What kind of fighting is it if you use superpowers?"

finished,

He then raised his hand and pointed again.

"Um...you girl with glasses, are you also extraordinary?"

"Hey?!"

Pointing to herself, Class President Nao looked completely bewildered.

"Me me?"

"It's definitely a man-made superhuman."

"Then let me see what this so-called 'extraordinary power' is all about!"

While doing small jumps to relax his body on the ring, the one named 'Wangma' waved.

"So-called extraordinary beings can't possibly be unable to defeat even 'ordinary people,' right?"

"I, I, I"

"Go, squad leader!"

Yu patted the girl on the shoulder.

"If you can't beat them, don't be stubborn."

Although Qiong Mei's tone was harsh, her concern was very obvious.

"I'll give it a try,"

Since it was Yu who let her go,
In her excitement, Nao jumped straight off the second floor.

"This is also extraordinary?"

"They look like high school students no matter how you look at them,"

"Don't underestimate her. It's amazing that she can jump from the second floor without losing momentum."

Amidst the whispers of the audience, Nao, her face flushed, walked onto the ring, a gesture that made Ohma frown.

Extraordinary, is that all?
"Watch out, I'm about to attack—?!"

A tentative jab was thrown, and Wang Ma, who was preparing to hold back, was momentarily stunned, followed by a tearing pain in his abdomen.

"Cough cough, pfft."

The man, bent over clutching his stomach and spitting out a mouthful of blood, barely managed to raise his head and question:
"Young lady, what do you do?"

"I am a student."

Nao instinctively dodged and punched the abdomen, only managing to muster a little strength before giving a helpless reply.

"Are you OK?"

"Students should focus on their studies and go back to school."

"That young lady, yes, the smiling one, are you also a man-made superhuman? Come out here—"

boom!
Hongo Himeko slammed her fists together, unleashing a powerful surge of energy.

"Are you talking about me?"

"Ah~ I wasn't talking about you, that old man."

Tear

With a sudden burst of energy, his muscles ripped through his shirt, and 'Uncle' Izumi Toyota grinned.

"Hey bro, want me to play with you for a bit?"

"Alright, alright~~ This kind of unscientific clothing-tearing scene, are you superhumans even human?"

Ohma, who had originally planned to challenge the 'extraordinary,' has now thoroughly witnessed what the 'extraordinary' truly is, and he's completely devastated! However:

If I could possess that kind of power, I would be determined to win the championship!
"Don't be arrogant,"

After Nao leaped up to the second floor, Yu gave her some instructions.

"That's because the other party's current 'attributes' are low. If he were to obtain extraordinary power, you all know how strong he would be."

"Um,"

"From now on, we will conduct a 'spell space training' once a day."

"Once you've mastered the skills, then we'll move on to real combat."

It's good to let Qiongmei and the class monitor gain some experience in humanoid combat, just in case. At least they won't be caught off guard when facing humanoid enemies.

"Passengers, we have arrived in New York."

"Thank you for flying with us. Please disembark in an orderly fashion."

A passenger plane from Tokyo slowly came to a stop on the runway at John F. Kennedy International Airport.

"Ok?"

The flight attendant guiding passengers off the plane asked in confusion.
Because a blonde, blue-eyed beauty walked past her.

The other person had a calm expression, as if he was thinking about something, and looked like just an ordinary passenger.

but--

Is this passenger on our plane?

Although the question crossed her mind, the flight attendant ultimately didn't say anything more.

Maybe I remembered it wrong.

A blonde, blue-eyed beauty with long, curly hair stepped down the stairs, her gaze sweeping over the bustling airport.

Is this the PhD's 'hometown'?