Martial artists can never be ultimately insulted.

Although his face was shrouded in darkness, with only a pair of bright eyes visible, his physique was revealed in that instant.

Tall and robust, with short hair styled in a neat slicked-back look, he wore a white vest and simple washed denim jeans, topped with a large trench coat that, though slightly fitted due to the strain of his muscles.

Through the exposed muscles on his neck, one could clearly see a network of tiny, crisscrossing scars. Behind him followed a tall, elegant woman with a bun hairstyle and a masked figure dressed in a somewhat gothic style?

Well, since it was her first time participating in such an event, and she sensed that Yuan Chen didn't seem to intend to just take a look, Sakura Ibuki also put on a sheep skull mask that exuded a strong sense of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome).

In other contexts, especially within the style of a fitness enthusiast, this would definitely give off a very chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) vibe.

However, now, enveloped by Yuan Chen's aura, the seemingly childish goat skull mask combined with the dark gothic clothing actually brings some inexplicable pressure, or even a sense of oppression.

As Yuan Chen walked past Yoshitake Keiro and Nogi Hideki, he didn't say anything, but merely glanced at the two of them casually, his pupils not even lingering on them for long.

Even under these circumstances, Yoshitake Keiro and Nogi Hideki clearly realized that this was the 'new talent' that the former chairman of Katahara Metsudo wanted to tell them.

Immediately afterwards, Yuan Chen stepped directly into the arena.

Seeing this, the referee frowned slightly and immediately said, "Sir, if you want to watch, please step back behind the dividing line!"

"I am the contestant, Sakura-sou Yakiniku, 1.95 meters tall and 97 kg. Fighter: Yuan Chen."

As he spoke, Yuan Chen raised his head, and as the blackness tinged by the activation of life energy gradually faded, revealing a face that appeared cold and stern, resolute and heroic.

In terms of height, Yuan Chen is actually shorter than Ren Wang Komada. However, for some reason, the moment Yuan Chen stepped into the arena, everyone felt an extraordinary aura surging, growing stronger, and dominating!

Along with this, Yuan Chen's figure also continued to grow taller and larger in everyone's perception. If before, Renou Komada's burly physique and muscles made him seem like a small mountain of muscles, then now... Yuan Chen might be that insurmountable peak?

Upon hearing Yuan Chen introduce himself, some people in the audience who knew the inside story realized the special nature of Yuan Chen's identity and immediately exclaimed in surprise. Others who did not yet know the situation also began to ask in hushed tones, and whispers filled the air.

"Holy crap! No wonder you called me in the middle of the night to arrange this guy! He really is... overflowing with domineering aura!"

Gazing at Yuan Chen's figure from afar, Katahara Mitsudo's face was filled with surprise.

"I can hardly remember the last time I felt this... well, this spirit of responding to all challenges, of crushing and humiliating everyone!!"

"It's not just you."

Upon hearing Katahara Metsudou's words, Wu Huili's voice was filled with astonishment: "I had only watched his combat video before this... Indeed, compared to the video, this kind of real will can better demonstrate the spirit of a martial artist."

Thinking this, a complex look appeared in Wu Huiliyang's eyes.

He—doesn't like Yuan Chen.

Yesterday, when Wu Huxi and Wu Fengshui went to find Yuan Chen to test its quality, Wu Huili asked Wu Jialouluo for his opinion on Yuan Chen.

Even now, Wu Huiliyang still clearly remembers the admiration Wu Jialouluo expressed in his words.

If it was just a young girl's infatuation at the beginning, then when Wu Garuda seriously discussed Yuan Chen's potential and its bewitching attraction to the Wu clan's bloodline, and said that it would be worth any price to obtain Yuan Chen, Wu Huili realized that Wu Garuda was probably serious.

And now it seems... that's indeed the case.

Especially for someone like Wu Huiliyang, he is quite clear about what constitutes the future of a martial artist—talent is one factor, willpower is another, and intention is yet another.

And now… as that legendary disciple, his talent goes without saying. According to Garuda and Feng Shui's intelligence, he once survived for a month without a drop of water, relying solely on willpower. And now, as a martial artist…

Responding to everything, crushing everything, humiliating everything... Even as a legacy of legend, such intent is perhaps too domineering!

If it can truly be carried through to the end...

Wu Huili remained silent, as did Katahara Metsudo. Even those who had honed their skills and discernment through years of experience in the Kengan Association, like Nogi Hideki, remained silent...

Ignoring the people around him, Yuan Chen calmly said:

"For a match that was supposed to be over in one game, someone suddenly tells you that after winning, you'll need to play an additional match... I'm sure you're not happy about this suddenly appearing competitor, are you?"

Having been initially intimidated by Yuan Chen's imposing manner, Komada and Ivan Kalayev exchanged a glance after hearing Yuan Chen's words. Komada then said coldly:

"Looks like you're well aware of your problem? So? You're here to show off?"

"I'm here to put an end to this farce."

Yuan Chen patted the dust off his palms: "I don't have time to waste here with you, so you two come at me together. It will save me from having to wait another two or three days for the so-called winner among you to recover from his injuries."

As he said this, Yuan Chen also looked at the referee beside him: "There shouldn't be any problems with the rules, right?"

Upon hearing Yuan Chen's question, the chubby referee was slightly taken aback.

Clearly, this was his first time experiencing something like this, but after hearing Yuan Chen's words, he quickly regained his composure. After briefly recalling the various rules of the Kengan Association, he said with a strange expression:

"The rules... are fine. In the Kengan competition, in a one-against-many situation, as long as the side with fewer people agrees, there will be no problem."

Upon hearing this, a thoughtful expression appeared on Yuan Chen's face. He then smiled and looked at Komada and Ivan, saying, "So, what's your attitude?"

“…Hmm?” Upon hearing this, the two looked puzzled.

Yuan Chen's expression, however, remained completely calm.

"The number of people is ultimately just to maintain a superficial balance, to respect the ideas of the weak... In that case, what is your attitude? If you feel unsure, you can bring a few more people along."

Upon hearing Yuan Chen's words, both Komada and Ivan showed suppressed anger on their faces. Then, they clenched their fists and looked at Yuan Chen with hostility and even murderous intent.

Despite their anger and humiliation, the pressure they felt from Yuan Chen was very real. They exchanged a glance, said nothing, only gave a cold laugh, and then Renwang Komada turned to the referee beside him and said:

"I think we don't need to ask any more unnecessary questions... Let's get started!"

"Ah."

Upon hearing Niou's words, the referee nodded in agreement and then went to the center of the field. After Ivan and Niou Komada stood on the same side, he raised his arm high.

"Although the circumstances are somewhat special, both contestants have agreed! The battle for the exclusive three-year lease of a shop in the heart of Ginza's central avenue, valued at 500 million yen, begins!!"

As the referee's hand fell, Ivan and Renwang almost simultaneously transformed into a gust of wind, rushing towards Yuan Chen from the left and right respectively.

……

Yesterday I adjusted my sleep schedule and went to bed early, so there was only one update. I'll make up for it today, so there will be two more updates.

Volume 1: Chapter 83 - Crushing!

Although they were annoyed and angry at Yuan Chen's words, they knew more or less before they came here that Yuan Chen and his Sakura-sou yakiniku restaurant had been forcibly added by Katahara Metsudou using his chairmanship authority.

Although they didn't know why those important figures above would do this, now, after feeling Yuan Chen's intense aura, the pressure, like facing a lurking predator, made them fight side by side without prior agreement.

Ivan arrived first.

He took a half step forward with his left foot, shifted his weight forward suddenly, and his right leg shot out like a spring compressed to its limit.

With his instep straight, his shinbone sliced ​​upwards like a sickle blade, cutting into Yuan Chen's blind spot with extreme speed, force, and angle. Even the spectators watching from the sidelines failed to notice this rapid trajectory at first glance.

Its target was clearly Yuan Chen's chin.

The mandibular region is densely populated with nerves that are crucial for the transmission of force. Once struck, it can cause severe impact to the brain, leading to concussion or even intracranial hemorrhage. In all forms of combat, it is an absolute fatal weakness that can result in a decisive blow.

"It's here! The Grim Reaper's Scythe!" a bloodthirsty spectator exclaimed. "The Grim Reaper's Scythe that has never missed!"

Looking at Yuan Chen, who seemed completely unaware, a hint of excitement appeared in Ivan's eyes—he hit the target!

But just as Ivan was thinking this, he felt a sudden weight on his shin. Then everyone saw that just as Ivan's calf was about to touch Yuan Chen, Yuan Chen's broad right hand blocked his cheek.

No, it wasn't a block, but rather he simply spread his five fingers wide.

The collision of the shinbone and the palm produced a dull thud. Ivan's scythe stopped in mid-air, his toes less than half an inch from Yuan Chen's chin. Yuan Chen's face was calm and casual, and even his eyes did not flicker.

Sensing something was wrong, Ivan instinctively tried to pull his right foot back. But Yuan Chen's five fingers were like steel-cast hoops, without any technique, just using his five fingers to exert force and brute force to grip his ankle. His large knuckles were like thick, blunt steel bars, forcefully inserting into the soft tissue on both sides of the ankle joint, like iron clamps.

As he exerted force, Ivan's pupils contracted violently.

As his signature move, he has kicked sandbags, wooden stakes, and steel pipes wrapped in tires; nothing can withstand the full force of his scythe strike without flinching.

But now, Yuan Chen's wrist didn't even bend backward, and his entire right arm remained in the posture of striking, with only the cuffs of his trench coat fluttering in the strong wind generated by the upper kick.

"It's too obvious." Yuan Chen said calmly, then his blood energy surged, and in the instant his fighting spirit burst forth, he flipped his wrist and then suddenly twisted his waist.

In an instant, Ivan felt the world spinning, and then he felt himself flying.

It wasn't a metaphor; Yuan Chen grabbed his ankle with one hand, pulled him up from the ground like a baseball bat, and then, with a cold expression, swung him directly into the air at Komada, who was sprinting.

With his feet off the ground, Ivan's body traced a passive arc in the air. His internal organs were being squeezed against his diaphragm by the enormous acceleration. In this upside-down state, he could even hear his spine groaning under the centrifugal force.

"Using your opponent as a weapon?!"

On the sidelines, Nogi Hideki's expression remained unchanged, but his pupils slightly contracted.

He was a worldly man—all sorts of fighting styles had appeared in the Kengan Association, but using a person as a weapon meant either the difference in strength was so great that they were not even in the same league, or the person making the move simply did not take the opponent seriously.

"No! It's force neutralization! It's an extremely high level of force neutralization!" a bloodthirsty spectator exclaimed. "That guy neutralized Ivan's high kick, and then used Ivan's own momentum to throw Ivan up!"

Upon hearing this, Nogi Hideki also looked surprised and looked around. It was unclear which knowledgeable and bloodthirsty audience member from the fighting world had seen through the subtlety at a glance.

Upon seeing Ivan being flung at him as a weapon, Komada's face darkened, and he subconsciously cursed him as a piece of trash.

But then, Niou Komada quickly adjusted his stance, switching from offense to defense, and grabbed Ivan, who was being held by Genji.

He thought he could catch it firmly, but as soon as he touched it, Komada's face showed intense pain.

It was heavier than he had imagined! Sensing something was wrong, Komada's body tensed almost instinctively, his waist sank, and his feet planted firmly in the ground, like a shield of flesh and blood.

Even so, when Ivan's body slammed into Komada, with a dull thud of flesh colliding, Komada's body was still dragged uncontrollably for nearly two meters, leaving two charred rubber marks on the ground with the soles of his shoes.

After stopping, he immediately threw Ivan, whom he was holding, aside, and then Komada knelt down on one knee, panting heavily.

Needless to say, Ivan was lying on the ground, clutching his right leg. What caught the eye were five purplish-black finger marks on his right ankle, which had been grabbed, and the skin, which had been under immense pressure, was already oozing blood.

Seeing this, Yuan Chen also put his hands in his pockets, his face calm, and walked towards the two of them with his trench coat fluttering.

Feeling Yuan Chen's gaze, and the ever-increasing momentum and pressure that accompanied his advance, even the spectators outside the arena could clearly sense the difference in power at that moment.

Despite being significantly taller and heavier than Genji, Niou Komada somehow seemed to grow taller and more imposing as they progressed, while Komada and Ivan appeared increasingly petite, almost like pets.

Feeling the pressure, Komada quickly stood up again after catching his breath a few times. His eyes, like copper bells, were fixed on Yuan Chen, and then he charged towards Yuan Chen like a wild bull.

Lowering his upper body and spreading his arms to the left and right, he instantly closed in on Yuan Chen with a fierce embrace.

"It's the Vajra Grappling! Niou's Vajra Grappling!!" a spectator exclaimed. "He locks the opponent in with absolute power! Then he uses his physical advantage and brute force to throw them to the finish!!"

Just as the bloodthirsty spectator said, close-range combat, suppression, and crushing are precisely the fighting styles that Niou Komada excels at.

In the fierce battles of Kengan, he never competed with his opponents in terms of technique; he competed in terms of physique and strength. Through countless hours of rigorous training, even if a real bison stood in his way, Komada was confident that he could knock it down or even send it flying!

But the moment they made contact—bang!!!

The dull thud of the impact caused the spectators on the sidelines to almost instinctively take a step back, while Komada used his arms to lock Yuan Chen's torso the instant he collided with him.

His blood surged, and the muscles in his arms swelled to their limit, their surfaces bulging with a dense network of crisscrossing blood vessels, his skin turning an unusual crimson. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his fingers clenched tightly together, as if he wanted to destroy Yuan Chen's center of gravity, then lift him up by the waist and slam him to the ground.

But the scene was different from what people had imagined; in fact, it was completely different from what people had expected.

Although it looks clumsy, Komada's grappling technique is clearly honed through countless trials, and the speed he unleashes allows even bystanders to clearly feel the heavy impact.

Despite the heavy impact, when Komada's body collided with Yuan Chen's, Yuan Chen did not move at all. He simply stood there with his hands in his pockets and his face dark.

Then—BOOM!!!

Behind Yuan Chen, an invisible shockwave extended from his feet, cracking the ground and blasting away the floor tiles, as if some terrifying force had been forcibly unloaded into the ground by Yuan Chen.

Even so, Yuan Chen's figure remained completely still.

With his head held high and eyes looking down at Komada, who was clinging to his waist, all that could be seen on Yuan Chen's dark face were his eyes, which could even be described as indifferent.

Komada remained silent, only gritting his teeth and exerting his strength.

No matter how hard Komada exerted himself, Yuan Chen's body didn't sway at all. It didn't feel like he was bumping into a person at all.

Even with his hands clasped together, arms tightly wrapped, and legs stomping against the ground to unleash his blood energy, Komada still felt that he hadn't crashed into a person... but rather into a massive boulder, connected to the ground and deeply embedded in the earth's veins.

"Strength, not bad." Yuan Chen said calmly, his voice lacking inflection, but it was a genuine compliment.

After last night's battle with Wu Lei'an, even now, a full night has passed, Yuan Chen still hasn't been able to comprehend that critical strike that resembles a star.

But Yuan Chen did not come away empty-handed.

After unleashing that punch, the process of all the unquantifiable power in Yuan Chen's body—cells, bones, blood, and even his soul and spirit—surging towards one direction and one point was deeply imprinted in his muscle instincts.

Although it cannot be reproduced, through reverse analysis of this instinct, combined with the skills that Yuan Chen already possessed... it was not a sudden comprehension or mastery, but a pure, clearer flow of force in Yuan Chen's perception.

Now, life energy flows through the body, both inside and out, and muscle fibers transmit the power of the threads.

Undoubtedly, compared to Ivan Karaev, Komada truly deserves the name of the King of Benevolence; the difference in strength between the two is at least two or even three levels.

Even when facing Ivan's scythe of death, Yuan Chen was still able to see through the flow of that force and then directly utilize it.

As for the impact of the King of Kings... although there are factors related to the different impact methods, Yuan Chen could not fully control it after seeing through it, and needed to redirect some of the force to the ground.

The remaining strength is simply borne by the body.