Martial artists can never be ultimately insulted.

"Just finished the whole warm-up routine, and I broke my personal record again in the finger grip strength test!"

Rito's voice was relaxed and casual as he said enthusiastically, "I think you, boss, also know that I'm on a completely different level from that idiot Ivan Kalayev. You can rest assured dealing with this newbie."

Upon hearing this, Yoshitake Keiro did not speak, but simply squinted and nodded.

As a veteran of the Kengan Association, Yoshitake Keiro is well aware that the Kengan Association has never lacked strong individuals... it's just that the opponents are too unfamiliar.

Sakura-sou Charcoal Grilled Meat is a family-run barbecue restaurant with a registered capital that is less than a fraction of that of Yiwu Real Estate.

The president is a young man who speaks as if reciting lines. He is a college student who has just turned eighteen. He only has one official record in the Kengan Association, but he easily defeated two fighters, one of whom was a skilled fighter like Niou Komada.

And the current commercial street contract...

To be honest, even if Sakura-sou Charcoal Grilled Meatballs wins, there's nothing they can do. Even if they sell everything they own, they still can't complete the corresponding planning and development.

In fact, very few companies within the entire Kengan Association are able to properly develop and reap the corresponding benefits.

Yoshitake Keiro thought winning the contract was a sure thing, but then Sakurasou Charcoal Grilled Meat suddenly appeared...

Although Sakura-sou Charcoal Grilled Meat is not qualified to compete at the company level, its membership in the Kengan Association gives it a reason to initiate the Kengan Tournament.

When someone called him to inquire about his purpose, the only response he received was, "Ah, my fighter is interested, so I accepted the order."

What kind of ridiculous excuse is this? What do you take the Kengan Association for? A ride-hailing service? When did our Kengan Association become this pathetic?!

Although it sounds like a strange coincidence, Yoshitake Keiro doesn't believe in coincidences.

He has been in business for forty years and has never believed in coincidences.

Although he pretended to be harmless, and even said that even if he won, he would auction it off at a low price to prevent other Kengan competitors from starting a new round of competition...

Isn't this well understood?

According to the rules of the Quanyuan Association, members can participate in Quanyuan competitions if a commercial contract cannot be agreed upon. However, if they do not register for the first round after the competition, they cannot initiate a new round of economic or commercial purchases as members of the Quanyuan Association, even if they regret it later. Otherwise, they will be expelled from the Quanyuan Association and subjected to attacks from all member companies of the Quanyuan Association.

Given Sakura-sou Charcoal Grilled Meat's capital, it's impossible for them to secure a large number of commercial orders in the short term. However, as a fighting organization, the Kengan Association's absolute violence is the best bargaining chip to attract investment.

And you said you didn't understand Kengan... You've only just entered, and you've already mastered the rules of Kengan!

But in the end, they were too naive... It is precisely because all smart people know this rule that this path is absolutely impassable.

Thinking it over, Yoshitake Keiro said coldly, "Give this Sakura-sou yakiniku a good lesson!"

Upon hearing this, Rito understood the meaning behind Yoshitake Keiro's words. Although she didn't understand, she then revealed a cold smile: "Of course!"

Volume 1: Chapter 104 - Katahara Shoka's Curiosity

Just as the members of the Kengan Association were wondering what kind of background Sakura-sou Yakiniku had, that they would actually go head-to-head with Gibu Real Estate, a veteran of the Kengan Association, over a piece of meat that they couldn't swallow, a woman calmly walked into the center of the arena.

The moment they saw the woman, almost everyone who knew anything about the Kengan Association widened their eyes.

She was slender and curvaceous, with fiery red eyes, long silver-gray hair cascading down her back, and a healthy tan complexion. She wore a sexy red dress.

Ordinary people might just think of her as a rare beauty, but anyone who knows anything about the Kengan Association would know that she is Katahara Sayaka, the eldest daughter of the current Kengan Association president, Katahara Metsudo, who was born after he turned seventy!

"That's... the chairman's daughter? The chairman's daughter is actually hosting such a small competition? Is it Yiwu Real Estate?"

"Yiwu Real Estate doesn't have the qualifications. It's not like they haven't held similar competitions before. Let alone this young lady, they've probably never even seen the guards before."

"Then...then it can't be Sakura-sou yakiniku, can it?"

"...Who can say for sure? After all, the origins of that family-run barbecue restaurant are shrouded in mystery."

"It's said that Chairman Katahara suddenly gave the order in the middle of the night, specially inviting him to become a Kengan member..."

While the others were discussing amongst themselves, Wu Huiliyang, sitting in the private room, raised an eyebrow in surprise: "They've even sent out the incense sticks?... Ah, I see, they want to use this as a pretext."

Upon hearing Wu Huili's words, Wu Lei'an, who was standing to the side, raised his eyebrows and said, "Yinzi? What do you mean?"

"You'll find out as you watch on," Wu Huiliyang said calmly, without directly explaining.

"If you want to rise quickly in a place like the Kengan Association, you naturally have to accept the challenges from everyone."

She was somewhat aware that her arrival had attracted a lot of attention, but Katahara Sayaka didn't care. On the contrary, her face, full of vitality, was brimming with enthusiasm.

"Those of you who came here that day must already know what the main event is! So I won't go into too much detail here—the battle for the planning and development rights of Tianhe Commercial Street, which belongs to the Kengan Association and is worth 35 billion, has officially begun!"

"Next! Please welcome both contestants to the arena!"

Although it is a female voice, Katahara Sayaka's voice is filled with a heroic spirit that is not inferior to men. It is loud and clear, yet it does not lose its feminine gentleness. At the same time, it can also make people feel a healthy and energetic wildness.

Just like now, although she was wearing a red evening gown, Katahara Sayaka's eyes were even more dazzling than the gown, like burning, fiery flames.

Accompanied by a loud voice emanating from a human vocal cord that could be described as a 'demon's throat,' Katahara Sayaka suddenly waved her hand toward the contestant's passage.

"First of all! It has a history of over a hundred years and has been passed down through three generations!"

Rising step by step from the post-war ruins, rebuilding alongside a fragmented nation, a throne cast in concrete, a crown woven from steel bars—a perennial player in the Japanese real estate industry, Yoshibu Realty, the Fighter—

Standing at 188cm tall and weighing 99kg! A natural-born human weapon, slicing through countless lives with razor-sharp edges; his immense power stems from his innate strength! A 'superman' and rational being who can tear apart all rules with his fingers!

As they spoke, Rito, shirtless and wearing shorts, walked into the arena with an air of confidence and arrogance.

Then, Katahara Sayaka, holding the card containing Yuan Chen's identity information, pointed to the other entrance passage.

Although she is the president's daughter, Katahara Sayaka's ability to become a 'famous referee' is by no means due to family connections, but rather because she has memorized the identity information of each contestant well in advance of each match.

"And the next one is a mysterious figure, unknown to all, yet he made a stunning debut, easily defeating two powerful figures from the Kengan Association, Yiwu Real Estate and Nogi Group, in his first match! He snatched victory from the jaws of defeat, yet then auctioned off assets worth 500 million yen at a low price. Born for battle! Coming for battle! Belonging to the Sakura-sou Family Charcoal BBQ Chain!!—"

Standing at 196cm tall! Weighing 101kg! A successor to the legendary Assassination Fist of the Tang Dynasty! Bearing an ominous omen from destiny, an absolute powerhouse! Devouring the strong! Responding to all with an insatiable desire! A domineering will that surpasses all things! Shaming all the strong! I am none other than "Da Hao," Yuan Chen!!

As the words fell, Chun-Li nodded to Yuan Chen from the player tunnel on the side: "Have fun, but don't go too far."

"That woman's voice is so loud." Han Zhuli, who came along to see the world, also crossed her arms and complained, "But her infectiousness is undeniable... If I didn't know better, I would have thought it was some kind of apocalyptic showdown."

"I'll definitely be standing at the very end."

Upon hearing Han Zhuli's words, Yuan Chen chuckled.

Although I've watched both the manga and the anime many times before, I have to say that Katahara Sheka does have some unique aspects.

In the comics, her defining characteristic is her ability to befriend everyone. This ability isn't limited by age; even parents and grandparents appreciate her.

Now it seems that, in addition to this strong social skill, perhaps we also need to add the ability to summarize information?

Neither Yuan Chen nor Sakura Ibuki had ever met Katahara Shoka, yet their introduction of the contestants clearly contained strong subjective biases…

The information was collected through the connections of the Kengan Association and Katahara Metsudo, and then someone was hired to write it down, which is now being read aloud.

I'm afraid not... If a speech isn't written by the writer themselves, then the emotional investment will naturally be problematic, making it feel long, tedious, and put you to sleep.

These days, the kind of music that gets people's blood pumping just by listening to it is often because they've actually gotten involved themselves...

If you really came up with this yourself... then that's quite an idea.

Feel the anticipation for the clash of titans, the thirst for battle among the strong, and the passion for bloodshed in Katahara Sayaka's words...

Yuan Chen remained silent, simply raising his head and unleashing his domineering aura as he walked towards the contestant's passage.

Holding the card containing Yuan Chen's information, Katahara Sayaka pointed towards the passage, her eyes filled with curiosity as well.

She didn't dislike Rito, because she could understand this 'immature child' who possessed extraordinary talent.

But more than this restlessness of mind, what intrigued Katahara Sayaka was Gentatsu.

What kind of man is this man whom his own father sees as the next starting point for the Kengan Association?

I heard he's only eighteen? In other words, he might also be one of those young, arrogant, and reckless individuals who achieve fame at a young age?

Just as Katahara Sayaka was still thinking this, she realized the next moment that it was not so.

With a heavy footstep, Katahara Sayaka keenly realized that something had changed.

It's not sound, not light, not temperature—it's air pressure.

Like the quietest moment before a storm, the overall change in the surrounding environment makes one's eardrums swell slightly, and one's chest feel as if something is gently pressing down on it, and even the rhythm of breathing involuntarily becomes shallow.

Then there is light.

As the steam rose, the lights at the top of the contestants' tunnel began to flicker. It wasn't a malfunction; something was emerging from the depths of the tunnel, and with each step it took, the lights became erratic.

The footsteps themselves were not heavy, even light, but each step felt like it was stepping on one's own heart.

This caused Katahara Sayaka to tighten her grip on the microphone slightly.

She wasn't unfamiliar with strong opponents—as the daughter of Katahara Metsudo, she grew up among the top fighters of the Kengan Association. She had witnessed the imposing aura of Metsudo's Fang, felt the oppressive atmosphere after the liberation of the Wu clan, and even faced the chilling aura of her father when he was enraged... But now, everything was different.

It was an oppressive atmosphere, but Katahara Sayaka could clearly sense what was hidden beneath that oppressive low pressure... no, not hidden! It was waiting! Waiting for the domineering will to utterly humiliate all the strong, martial artists, and fighters!

Born with an extraordinary talent for judging people, Katahara Sayaka immediately realized that Yuan Chen, like herself, longed for a... no, for one endless, blood-soaked battlefield after another!

Then, Yuan Chen emerged from the darkness, still wearing a simple white vest, a trench coat that was obviously loose but made to look exceptionally fitted by his muscles, and blue jeans.

Upon seeing Yuan Chen arrive, Li Ren did not sense his intense 'intention,' but instead revealed a malicious smile. He then stuck out his tongue, raised his thumb, and slowly traced it across his neck, offering Yuan Chen a throat-slitting gesture:

"Ha! You're in good shape! Looks like you're ready to be chopped up!"

Yuan Chen didn't speak, but only glanced at Katahara Shoka.

Feeling Yuan Chen's somewhat bored gaze, Katahara Sayaka also fell into a brief silence.

As a referee, she shouldn't have had any thoughts that would affect her ability to officiate fairly before the match results were announced.

However, now, with her innate and extremely strong emotional perception, Katahara Sayaka almost immediately sensed Yuan Chen's disappointment.

Yes…

In terms of age, Yuan Chen is eighteen, while Li Ren is twenty-six, a full eight years older than Yuan Chen, but far behind him.

They couldn't even sense Yuan Chen's 'intention'...

Then, Yuan Chen looked at Li Ren and, in front of everyone, calmly withdrew his right hand, palm up, as if to say—this one hand is enough.

This undoubtedly plunged the entire arena into a brief silence, and even many gamblers who had bet on Yuan Chen looked tense and started cursing.

Only a few figures hidden in the corners looked thoughtful, as if they had realized Yuan Chen's intentions.

Upon seeing Yuan Chen's reaction, Li Ren's face showed a look of shock and anger, followed by a twisted smile born from extreme rage.

He spread his arms wide without any concealment, using his usual strength and innate power to surround them. The space around his hands was even slightly distorted by the burst of blood energy, and the overflowing power seemed to be able to tear Yuan Chen apart at any moment.

Sensing the sudden change in the atmosphere, Katahara Sayaka abruptly raised her arm, which showed clear signs of training and had long, slender fingers.

"Alright, let's cut to the chase! Both sides, take your positions!"

As the hand landed, Katahara Sakura's loud voice boomed like thunder.

"Game start!"

Almost the instant Katahara Sayaka's voice fell, Rito rushed toward Genji without hesitation.

Although his 1.88-meter-tall, burly body seemed clumsy, it suddenly unleashed a terrifying speed, like a cannonball fired from a gun, rushing towards Yuan Chen with lightning speed. His strong right arm was wrapped in a fierce wind, and his hard and sharp fingers, like the fangs of a wild beast, attacked Yuan Chen's face.

"It's Razor's Edge! Rito used Razor's Edge right from the start!!"

Amidst gasps of surprise, Li Ren's left claw arrived first, its five fingers tearing through the air, the fingertips drawing five cold streaks under the light.

This attack was extremely fast and had a tricky angle. Even though some of the spectators had realized that Rito's target was Yuan Chen's face, they were still surprised when they saw the speed Rito displayed.

Clearly, beneath his seemingly reckless exterior, Li Ren had also realized that Yuan Chen was extremely resilient and wanted to target his vitals for a swift and decisive victory.

Yuan Chen did not dodge. Instead, he raised his right hand in front of everyone, spread his fingers, and grabbed Li Ren's wrist just as Li Ren's fingers were about to touch his face.

With immense force, the thick knuckles brutally sank into the soft tissue on both sides of the wrist bone, like iron clamps biting down. The wrist that could easily tear apart coins when he was in elementary school was thus forcibly fixed in mid-air, unable to move any further.

But at that moment, Rito's lips curled into a cold smile.

"You've been tricked!" he squeezed out through clenched teeth, his eyes filled with the confidence that Yuan Chen had fallen into a trap.

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Because in Li Ren's view, Yuan Chen's left hand remained in his pocket without any intention of taking it out.

Was it because of confidence? Or because of arrogance? But it doesn't matter now, because from the very beginning, Rito's real target wasn't Yuan Chen's face—"My target is your heart!"

With a low growl, Li Ren's right arm shot out from his waist almost without any resistance, his five fingers together like knife tips, the fingertips wrapped with visible vortexes of energy, aimed straight at Yuan Chen's chest.

Throughout the entire attack, his left hand was merely a feint, while his right arm, which was fully charged with power, was his true killing move!

The energy condensed on the five fingers of his right arm was several times stronger than that on his left hand. Just by looking at it, everyone could imagine the horrific scene of Yuan Chen's chest being ripped out of large chunks of flesh in the next moment!

In that instant, Yuan Chen tucked his little finger inward and snapped his wrist downward.

With a muffled hum, Rito's strength was completely released into the ground like a heavy hammer hitting the earth. Rito himself was also forced to collapse by the potential energy generated by this release of force, and with a thud, he knelt on one knee, creating a deep dent.