Martial artists can never be ultimately insulted.

Located in Yuan Chen's palm, the fighter felt a chilling pain in his calf, followed by a sensation of blood flowing backwards towards his head due to centrifugal force as he swung his fist.

From the perspective of the onlookers, the fighter transformed into a flesh-colored flash of light, flashing like an arc with his violent swing. Accompanied by the whooshing sound of wind, he crashed into the crowd who had not yet landed.

Flesh collided, bones broke, and a series of dull, oppressive sounds rang out one after another. Sprayed blood spread through the air like fireworks, and the dripping sound on the ground was continuous like a torrential rain. Bones were broken and bruised together, and the violently severed limbs were scattered haphazardly, making it difficult to distinguish which belonged to which.

"Roar! What a magnificent attack!"

Although no one was on the Desperate Ship, the center of the hall on the Kengan still displayed combat footage of all the participants from the Desperate Ship, out of curiosity about it.

In order to learn about their upcoming opponents in advance, the presidents, chairmen, and CEOs of the top 28 large companies in the Kengan Association also came to watch the battle with their respective secretaries and fighters.

Now, not only others, but even Katahara Metsudou and Wu Huili, who had some understanding of Yuan Chen's strength, couldn't help but narrow their eyes at this moment.

"So, Ae, are you confident facing Brother Yuan Chen?"

Upon hearing Katahara Metsudo's words, Kano also stared at the terrifying attack that Yuan Chen was displaying on the screen.

Or rather, Gana's gaze never left the screen—although this was the first time Gana had witnessed Yuan Chen's battle in person, she had heard of Yuan Chen's name more than once before.

Katahara Sayaka is very interested in Yuan Chen and wants to get to know him better, even helping to organize and promote a women's fighting group. Katahara Retsudou, as a shield and axe user, should theoretically have many negative views or even hostility towards Yuan Chen.

But what was the result? Although he did have some reservations about his sister's affection and enthusiasm for Yuan Chen, Katahara Retsudo's feelings were mostly helplessness; he didn't develop much resentment, hostility, or hatred. He even privately recommended Yuan Chen's restaurant to Kano Aya…

Even when inquiring about Yuan Chen from the three dynasties, they all praised him highly, considering him a very good martial artist worth befriending.

To be honest, the reactions of so many people gave Gana a basic impression of Yuan Chen, but they also made Gana curious.

If it weren't for knowing that Katahara Retsudo and Misaki were no ordinary people, Kano Aya would have wondered if Yuan Chen had drugged or bewitched them to receive such overwhelmingly positive reviews.

And now, watching the moment Yuan Chen swung that fighter as a weapon in the video—in the instant the camera captured it, the unfortunate fighter's body was stretched into a blurry, flesh-colored arc by centrifugal force, and the others who were thrown away with him were suspended in mid-air in various twisted postures, as if they were blasted away and scattered like porcelain, but still maintained a relative integrity.

Gana looked at the scene and slowly spoke.

"If it's just pure strength, I think this fighter named Yuan Chen has reached the pinnacle of the Kengan Association... at least, he's definitely one of the closest to the pinnacle. But if it's just strength, that's fine. What interests me more is his technique and the legendary golden flames."

With a slight frown, Gana said in a deep voice, "Such a heavy blow, although somewhat exaggerated, is something I am confident I could do if I were prepared, given that the opponent is only of this level."

"But what I find somewhat incomprehensible..."

Looking at the fighters smashed into a heap in the screen, Ganagi frowned slightly and said:

"Such a heavy blow, held in Yuan Chen's hand, would have been enough to cause the fighter, who was being used as a weapon, to have broken bones or even explode... But now, it's just a simple fracture? The flesh and blood are even still connected? How did he do that?"

"Hehe," a light, indifferent laugh came from the side, and then Wu Huili stepped out of the shadows and said slowly, "The answer is in what you just said."

Upon seeing Wu Huiliyang, Gana E immediately bowed in greeting.

As the first generation of the Fang of Destroyer, both Kanao, the Guardians, and even the Extermination Force are very familiar with and respect Wu Huili.

Now, after hearing Wu Huiliyang's prompt, Gana E recalled for a moment and then asked curiously, "Is it... golden flames?"

"To be precise, it's life energy," Wu Huili said, looking up at the screen.

"Look at him, what a good kid! Even when using others as weapons in battle, he still remembers to use his life energy to strengthen that person's physical condition to prevent them from dying instantly while being swung!"

Wu Huili did not hide her voice, and as her voice spread, the broadcast hall of the Kengan fell silent.

Although it seemed that Wu Huili was praising Yuan Chen's compassion, everyone present realized something more important.

This guy named Yuan Chen actually still had the energy to protect the other fighters. In other words—

Is this still not his full strength?!

Volume 1: 165 Cleaning

Yuan Chen had no idea how the top 28 companies on the Kengan were reacting to his performance, or rather, even if he did know, he wouldn't care.

The reason is simple: whether they despise or respect, fear or fearlessness, in the end they all resort to fists to settle things.

Inside the abandoned warehouse, Yuan Chen stood up from his waving stance, his aura surging, and the blood that had clung to his body during the beating fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

Looking around, he saw the shock in the eyes of the people around him, and even the fact that they instinctively backed away just to avoid his gaze...

As expected, it still scared people.

Thinking this, a genuine sense of helplessness appeared on Yuan Chen's face.

He yearns for battle and slaughter, and craves the desperate situation of being killed or killed, but even so, Yuan Chen rarely lays a hand on the weak.

Even if the other side has a numerical advantage, it remains the same.

The reason is simple... fear is contagious, and the process and intensity of this contagion will exponentially increase as the battle progresses.

Ultimately, this psychological advantage gained through sheer numbers is like a rootless duckweed, merely a way to comfort oneself and tell oneself that 'at least you have the advantage of having more people,' nothing more.

Once it is discovered that the advantage of having a large number of people is completely ineffective, the confidence built up through psychological comfort will collapse at an alarming speed, dragging the already dwindling fighting spirit into the abyss.

As such, at a glance, apart from a handful of people, no one else could even make eye contact with Yuan Chen.

Feeling the boredom, Yuan Chen stood still and couldn't help but raise his head slightly.

"never mind."

Yuan Chen shook his head, his voice echoing in the cargo hold: "Although the Kengan Deathmatch is indeed very appetizing... desserts can only be served as appetizers or as a finishing touch."

As he spoke, facing everyone's gaze, Yuan Chen slowly squatted down on the ground.

It wasn't the lowered center of gravity stance as before, nor was it any stance or starting position typical of any martial arts style. Instead... it resembled a top athlete crouching on the starting blocks.

Yes, that's the starting motion of an athlete.

With hands outstretched, fingers firmly planted on the rusty, salty metal floor of the cargo hold.

With arms hanging down on the ground, the front knee bent at a 90-degree angle, the back leg fully bent, the foot pushing off the ground, the firm and perky buttocks lifted upwards, higher than the shoulders, the center of gravity shifted forward, all the muscles in the body tensed, the whole body brimming with blood and energy, accompanied by the bulging of the thighs, a powerful force seemed to be constantly injected into that strong body in people's eyes.

Just as people were wondering why Yuan Chen was doing this, Yuan Chen made his move.

Without the sound of a starting gun, Yuan Chen's shoulder sprinted forward. Just as his upper body was about to land, his thighs suddenly exploded and extended, his feet slamming into the ground with a dull hum. His front leg stepped forward, and his arms swung back and forth dramatically. Rather than a starting move, his 196-kilogram body was more like a heavy truck suddenly starting up, pushing his speed to its limit in a very short distance.

The next moment, Yuan Chen truly transformed into a truck in everyone's sight.

Before people could even catch a glimpse of his next move, as if just a moment after the start, his body transformed into a blur, crashing into the crowd like a cannonball, or like a bowling ball hitting a pin. The entire wall of people was torn apart with a series of dull thuds; in an instant, it was less like being knocked away and more like being blasted apart.

People were standing too close together, and the moment Yuan Chen rushed in, he realized the imminent danger, so people instinctively dodged to the sides.

Like pike entering a school of sardines, causing the sardines to instinctively scatter into the distance, or like a boulder crashing into a shallow pond, leaving no time to dodge, one figure after another was blasted away like sacks of cloth, or like victims at a car accident scene, their bodies twisting and tumbling in the air before finally falling into freefall!

Seeing this, even the slowest person would immediately realize that Yuan Chen was trying to eliminate all those weak fighters.

Upon realizing this, people's first reaction is not to retaliate or become angry, but rather to further evade their surroundings.

But in that instant, a figure suddenly burst out from the crowd that was constantly dodging.

She wore a white undershirt and tight-fitting overalls. Her skin was dark, her arms were straight out in front of her, her short, curly hair clung to her scalp, and her eyes were wide and staring like cowbells.

Affiliated with 22nd Century Fax Company, Tyson. Kengan record: 3 wins, 0 losses. Gained assets of 1.952 billion yen for the company!

Jeremy Tyson stared intently at Yuan Chen, his eyes brimming with fighting spirit.

Under other circumstances, he wouldn't have targeted Yuan Chen. After all, Yuan Chen's near-perfect strength was breathtaking just to look at.

Explaining it in the way of martial arts would definitely leave people wondering where to begin, right? After all, Yuan Chen simply runs around, and his reckless charge has eliminated countless skilled opponents.

However, if explained in the context of a game, it becomes exceptionally simple—it's just that the combat power test failed, and then the character was directly killed.

However, this running style has its flaws. In other words, it's a running posture designed for running, not for combat.

While Yuan Chen's powerful physique became his most lethal weapon at this rapid pace, it also left his defensive stance vulnerable.

And now—the flank!

Jeremy Tyson was confident that if he could hit him, given the speed of this guy named Yuan Chen, he would be able to inflict a lot of effective damage!

The reason why Jeremy Tyson had this idea was simple – pictographic coupons.

Born in Detroit, USA, Jeremy Tyson possessed extraordinary athletic talent from elementary school onwards, with exceptional sprinting skills. He was selected to participate in the national competition at the age of 15.

At the age of 17, he came to the Tang Kingdom because of his father and began to practice the Pictographic Scripture—a martial art that incorporates wild power into boxing theory by imitating animals.

Relying on his innate talent, he surpassed his master in just five years.

But what followed was a deep-seated doubt.

Why do humans imitate wild animals?

With human evolution, the era of overwhelming power held by wild beasts has long since ended. Today, armed humans are the real threat.

And by imitating these beasts that are weaker than humans... Jerry Tyson had an epiphany.

What should be imitated is—weapons.

So, after another seven years, Tyson finally mastered this amazing skill perfectly—the J-style imitation boxing that mimics modern weapons! And the greatest masterpiece among them is the Scud missile.

Like a sprinter, by lowering the center of gravity, even if the attack is dodged, one can adjust their stance and unleash their fighting spirit to quickly increase their speed to the limit and concentrate all their speed, power, and mass on their fist!

In contrast, although Yuan Chen also enhances his speed through running, this athlete's stance is full of flaws in the eyes of Jeremy Tyson!

"Come on, let me show you what professionalism is all about—the impact!!"

Looking at Jerry Tyson rushing in from the side, trying to blast him away, Yuan Chen raised an eyebrow slightly, and memories related to him surfaced in his mind.

Well, while her abilities as a fighter are somewhat difficult to assess, her skills as a host are quite solid. Although she is not as passionate as Katahara Sheka, she is indeed a very important 'Kengan Physics' commentator in the story.

But... I think I should go back to being a commentator.

Looking at Tyson hurtling towards him, Yuan Chen remained silent, simply continuing to run while raising his left arm under Tyson's gaze.

Upon witnessing this, Tyson's eyes narrowed slightly, as if to say, 'Huh? So you can still use a free hand to attack?!'

Sensing the astonishment in Tyson's eyes, Yuan Chen felt utterly bewildered—otherwise what? I was just running, not having my hands tied.

The next moment, accompanied by the sound of flesh colliding, Tyson's figure was thrown into the air, and with a dull thud, he landed on the ground, kicking his legs and falling into a deep, infant-like sleep.

Now that he had already started, Yuan Chen simply went all out and attacked from both sides.

Another punch was thrown to the side. A fighter who had just dodged Yuan Chen's running track sensed the gust of wind and looked desperate. He hurriedly raised his arms to block, but then, accompanied by a tooth-grinding sound, he was brutally blasted away and scattered, just like Jeremy Tyson.

The heavy body slammed into the bulkhead, making a heavy, short thud as it hit the metal plate. It was unconscious when it fell.

With another sweep of his right fist, the fighter had clearly seen through Yuan Chen's terrifying strength, so he did not try to block, but instead cut in from the side and launched a fierce attack on Yuan Chen's ribs.

Unfortunately, before his fingertips could even touch Yuan Chen's vest, Yuan Chen's fist had already swept past his shoulder and slammed into his chest like a streak of light.

It was like being struck by a heavy hammer; the burly body was knocked over by a single punch, and his body slammed into two other people, causing the three of them to roll into a heap and emit a powerless groan.

Another target was Yuan Chen's legs—Morimoto Masayuki, affiliated with Linta Pharmaceuticals, had a record of six wins and zero losses, earning the company assets of 78.273 billion yen. His powerful low kicks had broken his opponents' shinbones more than once in previous matches, earning him the nickname "Bone Cutter."

As the fierce wind blew, when his low sweeping kick struck Yuan Chen's shin, Yuan Chen's shin didn't even flinch. Immediately following, feeling the surging force, his expression changed drastically.

It wasn't a straightforward counterattack; in fact, Yuan Chen's movements didn't change much. Especially from an onlooker's perspective, it looked as if Yuan Chen sensed resistance in his calf and then applied a little force, before the Bone Cutter's well-honed right leg was directly broken.

With a broken lower leg, he lost his balance and fell forward. Before he could land, he was knocked away by Yuan Chen, who was rushing at high speed.

Even under such circumstances, shouldn't we say that Kengan Association truly deserves its reputation as one of the top giants in the underground fighting community? Even under such circumstances, someone still successfully passed Yuan Chen's combat power test.

Seeing Yuan Chen charging towards him, Tokita Ohma was tense, but a smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

In the instant of their approach, his body erupted with energy. His strong muscles, amplified by the energy, became like an impenetrable wall. At the moment of impact, a burst of energy exploded. Although his body was violently knocked back two meters by Yuan Chen as if he had been slid sideways, and even the rubber soles of his shoes were slightly charred from the intense friction, he still stubbornly maintained his stance and was not injured in any way.

Yuan Chen did not pursue them, but instead continued to charge towards the others who had not yet undergone combat capability testing.

Having realized Yuan Chen's purpose, and although annoyed by Yuan Chen's arrogance, some martial artists who were confident in their solid basic skills also stepped forward.

Among them, while some were directly blasted away, others withstood Yuan Chen's attacks and survived the test.

However, passing the test does not mean that you are out of danger.

Although Tokita Ohma was blasted away after withstanding the impact of Gen Chen, his center of gravity remained stable and his stance was firm throughout the entire process, thanks to the recovery of his memories and 'skills'. Combined with his near-perfect force dissipation, he did not suffer any damage.

In contrast, some people, although they also survived the test, were in a much worse state, with stagnant blood and qi throughout their bodies. They did not have enough time to recover, and in the end, they were forced to leave by others who had recovered.

A moment later, having been bathed in blood from the continuous running, feeling the unusable obstacles diminishing and the cargo hold of the Doomsday Ship, which had been somewhat crowded due to the influx of over a hundred people, returning to its original spaciousness, Yuan Chen also stopped.

He then looked behind him, shaking off the blood and bits of flesh covering his body.

After a sprint, only a dozen or so people remained standing. Among these, only three, including Yuan Chen, were still able to maintain their fighting strength without sustaining significant injuries.

One is, of course, Tokita Ohma, who needs no introduction. The other is Karo Yoshiaki, known as Umibozu.

However, compared to Wang Ma, who withstood Yuan Chen's impact unscathed through sheer strength and skill, He Luji clearly relied on his high health and skill to survive.