Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

Some people on Rhodes Island came to watch the event.

This included the Doctor and other "core personnel" or senior instructors who were supposed to stay at Rhodes Island to handle various official documents.

"The arena is a square area of ​​30m by 30m... In terms of area, it is actually smaller than some of the training rooms on the island. Considering their strength and speed, it is actually a very narrow space."

Dobermann estimated the location of the two men's fight.

"But judging from their aura, they don't seem to have weakened their power in order to 'accidentally go out of bounds' or 'damage the arena'. On the contrary... their aura is constantly rising."

The doctor also carefully observed the battle.

"...This means that the two of them, whether in terms of the total amount of Qi or the accuracy, are not on the same level as us."

The Doctor doesn't actually know how high the combat effectiveness of Rhodes Island would be if it were equipped with the best gear, devised the most comprehensive tactics, and had all its combat-oriented operators engage in battle.

She was certain that this force, whether viewed as a group or broken down as individuals, could not be measured by conventional wisdom.

Even with such power, the Doctor did not feel lost after realizing that the two on the field were still far more powerful.

She has accepted this "reality" with equanimity.

And they are willing to try to pursue it.

Terra contains powerful individuals, but the prevailing perception is that "they are no match for a real army."

It is the instinct of living beings to gather together to become a stronger force in order to protect themselves; there is no question of shame or disgrace in this.

But sometimes, this becomes a shortcut, a fluke.

A kind of cowardice in giving up the pursuit of strength in order to escape one's own weakness as a weak individual.

They might even deny this possibility from the bottom of their hearts—or deny others.

Even if they witnessed a warrior who could hold off a thousand men, they would still say indignantly, "So what? They'd still be killed if they faced an army."

They have no reverence for the "strong," nor do they aspire to the same peak they can reach. While succumbing to this cowardice, they recklessly mock and ridicule.

"Tch, it's like kids fighting... What's so interesting about a match that the cameras can't even capture clearly? If we were to actually run like that, we have plenty of people who could do it too. Knight racing is about skill and entertainment. The bosses must have been drunk to give these two such a big favor..."

In some clubs, many knights clad in armor offered disdainful comments on the matches on the screen.

In their eyes, these competitions were worthless.

Knightly arena is not a place for individual martial arts displays, so what if the ring is damaged?

In the end, you might offend your boss more than you gain fame.

Instead of improving their martial arts skills, they should think about how to make their performance on the field more talked about.

Such a pathetic mindset has been ingrained in the personal beliefs of a considerable number of "knights".

In their view, this is how a "knight" should be.

But a small number of people remained silent as they stared at the screen.

Something seemed to be stirring within me.

Instead of readily refuting the incessant chatter of the knights, they noticed their fellow knights, who seemed just as bewildered as they were:

"Who ordered them to fight like this? I can't tell. These people don't have any corporate sponsorships or the kind of equipment that needs advertising..."

"I said, is it possible... oh, I just said 'possibly'..."

"Perhaps... no one asked them to fight like this at all. They... standing in such a grand event, are they fighting purely for their own ideas?"

The knights exchanged surprised glances, and after a few seconds of awkward silence, one of them laughed:

"How could that be! They're participating in such high-profile matches; without a bunch of companies backing them, how could they allow these people to start fighting like this?"

Knightly duels were originally just called duels.

That was not a serious matter.

It's a simple activity that can be organized simply by two knights wanting to compete against each other.

There were no extra burdens; the two sides in the battle were simply exchanging martial arts skills according to their own wishes.

But now, this thing that should be taken for granted has become a luxury that is "out of reach" for knights.

"drink!!!"

Thomas delivered a hook kick to the inside of Gohan's calf the instant there was a gap between his feet.

Without using the aerial technique, the only way to stabilize one's body is through sheer strength.

However, Gohan did not directly confront the heavy force that disrupted his balance. Instead, he moved his body in the direction of Tomat's kick and then quickly rolled in the air to completely dissipate the force.

"Drink it!!!"

In the instant his body was suspended in mid-air, Gohan delivered an uppercut to Tomath's jaw from an extremely tricky angle.

Tomat dodged backward—the force of his fist distorted the air, creating a fierce gust of wind that swept straight to the sky.

"BOOM!!!!"

The roof was pierced straight through, and debris scattered, but all fell into the ditches around the ring.

Did everyone notice?

Some operators actually regretted coming with the team to watch the battle.

Because watching the game has now become Dobermann's teaching commentary, you have to deal with her surprise questions while watching the game.

"Something that should have happened just now occurred. Does anyone know why? Fen, you answer this."

While focused on the match, Finn carefully observed the battle and pondered for a while, while the others breathed a sigh of relief because it was this excellent captain who had been chosen.

"...It's about the application of force, right?"

Looking at the scattered fragments that elicited gasps of surprise, Finn replied:

"In the previous battle, many of the attacks that were dodged did not cause damage along the extended line of the attack point, and there was not even a dramatic storm, but that just happened."

"That means their attacks used to only cause damage when they hit their opponent... that was probably to avoid hurting the audience, but the uppercut is aimed directly upwards, so there's not much to worry about."

"Both of them possess superb strength manipulation skills, seemingly capable of handling both small-scale combat and large-scale destruction with ease. In this extremely close-quarters melee, even without a massive aftershock, they can ensure the silent inflicting of severe damage..."

Doberman nodded and said:

"The summary is very accurate."

He then addressed the other operators, including the Doctor:

"What we need to study is the latter advanced application. Later, I will try to spar with operators who are skilled in martial arts so that I can pass it on to you as a technique. But don't forget the observations we are doing now. Understanding it yourself will be more effective than me teaching you."

While the knights disregarded the battle, the people of Rhodes Island were busy chasing after the two warriors.

[Main Text] Terra's World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament: Chapter 81 - The Rules of Warriors

War drums are something that only appeared on ancient battlefields.

However, viewers living in modern civilization will not be unfamiliar with this kind of instrument, because it appears in countless artistically adapted knight war films or foreign war films.

The thunderous drumbeats, sometimes even without excessive post-production tuning, can still give viewers a sense of awe and power.

They are now in the arena, watching the vegetable knight "beat the drums".

The frequency of the forward strikes by both arms was so fast that the shape of the arms could not be seen with the naked eye. Hundreds of afterimages merged into one, turning into an endless barrage of merciless blows that pounded on the Saiyan Knight's defensive arms.

The deafening crash was so loud that it was hard to imagine what would happen if such force struck a "normal" person.

"What's wrong? Saiyan Knight! Get serious!!!"

Gohan's body was forced back by Tomat's angry shout.

He was now in a defensive stance, not out of habit as before, but because he had no choice but to adopt this posture.

Feet pressed firmly to the ground moved backward, leaving deep furrows in the shattered surface.

The edge of the arena is not far away.

Tomat showed no mercy in terms of either momentum or offensive tactics.

Neither side used air blasts nor aerial maneuvers.

Gohan did not choose to transform and fight.

In other words, the two are competing against each other under the same standard.

Gohan had to acknowledge a certain reality at this point.

That means that, in terms of sheer strength alone, the opponent is already able to suppress him under normal circumstances.

Gohan did not attribute the problem to whether his skills had declined during this period or to any objective physical defects.

Instead, it was a heartfelt acknowledgment that the other person had made undeniable progress.

"Then... I'll show you the fighting style of the demons!"

Suddenly, just as Gohan was about to be forced out of his limits, he abandoned his defense and, after taking three punches directly with his body, delivered a powerful palm strike to Tomath's chest.

"Crack".

This palm strike shook the internal organs.

It also cracked the bones in his chest.

Even when facing a fierce attack from the enemy, the fighting style of directly abandoning defense and striking vital points is Piccolo's style, which taught Gohan the most fighting skills—a genuine, blood-for-blood demonic fighting style.

The demon race's battle tactics will never give the opponent a chance to breathe after a successful attack.

Because Gohan's previous tactics were mainly defensive, his sudden change of tactics from defense to attack caught Tomat off guard. The blow he received after being caught in the weakest moment of his defense was not easy.

Thomas leaned forward instinctively, protecting his bleeding chest.

Gohan immediately closed the distance, raised his knee and aimed it at Tomat's chest, while simultaneously delivering an elbow strike.

It was like a guillotine attacking from both above and below at the same time!

"Click!!!"

However, this merciless attack was blocked by two brute forces.

Tomat shielded his chest with one hand, blocking his knee, and twisted his other hand behind his back in a weak position to block the elbow strike.

"At that angle...the joints must have been dislocated, right? How did they even generate that force?"