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These fighters didn't think too much about it; it was just a lottery, nothing serious.

The sixteen people who advanced to the second round came here to draw lots for the competition.

Kiryu stared intently at Tokita Ohma, his expression making it seem like he was having a blast.

"Ohma! My Ohma! I must draw you! Let's have a love-hate battle! You are my god! Ohma!" Setsuna Kiryu kept muttering to himself, making him seem like a madman.

"So, who will draw lots first?" Katahara Sayaka walked over carrying a wooden box. "Last round's number one contestant was Mr. Piccolo. How about you draw lots first this round too?"

None of these martial artists expected the organizers to cheat.

Or rather, given their personality, even if they knew, they wouldn't ask any more questions; they would simply dismiss it with disdain.

Yamabuki Hanajin didn't care much. It was just a lottery, what was the big deal? He casually reached into the box and pulled out a tag that said number seven.

"Number seven, let me see which contestant is number seven? Wu Lei'an, please come here." Katahara Sayaka said with a smile.

Wu Lei'an walked over with a frustrated look on his face. He had just been scolded by the old man not long ago.

He believed that defeating a primitive man with his own strength was no problem. However, the Wu clan was an assassin family that was always ready to kill. Now the old man was demanding that no one be killed and no one be crippled, which made Wu Lei'an very unhappy.

So you just throw your license plate over there.

Kiryu rubbed his hands together and strode forward.

"Ohma is number eight, I must draw number eight." Setsuna Kiryu prayed to God very devoutly, then reached into the wooden box and drew number six.

"Number Six...who is Number Six?" Setsuna Kiryu turned his head fiercely.

Gensai Kuroki silently raised his number six paddle.

Kiryu glared at Gensai Kuroki with gritted teeth.

"Forget it, the formal recognition with Ohma should be saved for when the atmosphere is at its peak. Let's start with this old man. I'll slowly rip out your heart and then fry it over a low flame. Hahaha!" Setsuna Kiryu burst into wild laughter.

The remaining fighters also found their opponents.

Gaolang drew the Fang of Destruction, Gano Aya.

Wakatsuki Samurai drew a card.

Tokita Ohma drew the Cosmo.

Yamabuki Hanakami remained calm, perhaps because her intrusion had changed the battle list.

Of course, this is not necessarily a bad thing.

At that moment, Katahara Metsudou walked over with a smile and said, "I suppose you all haven't had enough fun yet? As the last battle of the day, let's see who is stronger, the primitive man from ancient times or the strongest killer clan now!"

Akiyama Kaede had been mentally prepared, but she still felt that something was not quite right.

"President... what exactly happened just now?" Akiyama Kaede asked in a low voice.

Nogi Hideki gave a helpless smile: "Don't worry, nothing happened. Just stay here and watch the game."

If Mr. Piccolo can win this battle, the enemy's conspiracy will be thwarted.

I've staked my dreams and all my savings on this, Mr. Piccolo, good luck!

Yamabuki Hanajin was slightly taken aback. Logically speaking, the second round of the competition should not have started today. What on earth was this old man up to?

Garuda, standing nearby, was very excited.

"Yamabuki, that's my brother. You have to do your best and give him a good beating!" Garuda shouted happily.

Wu Lei'an's face twitched involuntarily when he heard his sister's cheers.

You are really my good sister.

And so, the first match of the second round is about to begin.

Wu Lei'an twisted his neck, making a cracking sound. Originally, I, as his brother, intended to go easy on my brother-in-law, but since you've said so, it would be too much of a shame for me to go easy on him.

Don't worry, I won't kill him. I'll leave him with a breath left.

Katahara Sayaka shouted, "Ladies and gentlemen, let's welcome our next two contestants. The first one is our old acquaintance, Mr. Pico the Primitive Man, a miracle from 65 million years ago. Can he continue his undefeated legend?"

"The other person is also remarkable, a top expert from the Wu family, an assassin clan. He defeated his opponent with an overwhelming advantage in the first round. I wonder if he can maintain this advantage in the second round!"

"Now, please have both players enter the arena, and the match begins."

Both of them were wearing only shorts as they strode onto the field.

"I really don't understand Garuda's aesthetic sense. Why would he like you?" Wu Lei'an immediately adopted an attack stance.

But Yamabuki Hanajin walked over calmly, extended his fist, and wanted to bump fists with Wu Lei'an.

"Where did a primitive man learn all this stuff?" Wu Lei'an was speechless for a moment, but still raised his fist.

I am a modern person, and I cannot be outdone by primitive people in terms of etiquette.

But the instant their fists collided, a tremendous force, like a volcanic eruption, surged forth!

Wu Lei'an's face contorted with rage. So that's it, you want to test your strength against me!

In an instant, Wu Lei'an exerted his strength, but at that moment, the opponent's strength suddenly disappeared.

well? ? ?

Chapter 380: It's happened again! Power dissipation, it's power dissipation!

Wu Lei'an's body fell to the ground due to the difference in strength, and his mind went blank.

It wasn't because of a sudden sneak attack. As the strongest young generation of the Wu clan, Wu Lei'an had undergone extremely rigorous training and would not panic no matter what danger he encountered.

What surprised him was that this primitive man from 6500 million years ago could actually use cunning!

This was clearly a sneak attack. The battle had already begun, meaning the opponent could attack me at will. I just never expected them to use this tactic.

Not only Wu Lei'an, but everyone present erupted in thunderous cheers.

A primitive man actually used a scheme to trick a top assassin—that's just too outrageous!

Was it that the primitive people's schemes were too insidious, or that modern assassins simply don't need brains? This question is too difficult; I can't answer it! Meanwhile, upon witnessing this scene, Chu Jianquan burst into laughter, tears welling up in his eyes. It seemed he wasn't the only one in the world to have been deceived by primitive people.

Kuroki Gensai stood to the side, his lips twitching slightly. Although he also wanted to laugh, he had to maintain the composure of a grandmaster and couldn't laugh, absolutely couldn't laugh.

A spectator nearby whispered, "Isn't this caveman being a bit too despicable? This is a fair and square competition."

The viewer's friend looked at him with disdain: "You're using modern morality to judge primitive people? Are you out of your mind? Do you want me to fix it for you?"

No matter how much these people laughed, it was an irreversible fact that Wu Lei'an was at a disadvantage. Yamabuki Hanajin would never let go of such an opportunity. She sat directly on Wu Lei'an's waist and beat him up with her fists.

Wu Lei'an covered his head with both hands, enduring the fierce attacks of Yamabuki Hanajin. He felt that these were not human fists at all, but rather two large iron hammers smashing into his arms.

After blocking only five or six punches, Wu Lei'an's arms were already numb.

This was only because Yamabuki Hanajin was considering Wu Lei'an's status as Garuda's brother; otherwise, those two arms would be useless by now.

Wu Lei'an quickly regained his composure. After the initial shock, he immediately came up with a solution.

"The opponent is too strong. If I were to fight him head-on, I would definitely suffer a loss. However, a battle is not about who is stronger." As an assassin, Wu Lei'an knew all too well how fragile the human body was.

Even if the one pressing down on me is a primitive man, he is still human. His eyes, temples, and throat are all fatal spots. If I have even the slightest chance, I have the ability to kill him instantly.

"There's no other way! Liberation!"

Left with no other choice, Wu Lei'an had to unleash his family's secret technique and be freed.

It can instantly unleash the body's potential, reaching 100% output, and transforming a human into a monster in an instant.

Yamabuki Hanajin misjudged Wu Lei'an's strength and was somewhat surprised that Wu Lei'an escaped from between his legs.

Wu Lei'an was panting heavily, and his arms felt like they didn't belong to him anymore, but his expression was extremely violent.

"I'm going to kill you today! No one can plead for you!" Wu Lei'an charged forward instantly, activating the Wu clan's assassination technique, his finger aimed at Shan Chuihua Jin's temple.

The temple is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body. A heavy blow to the temple can cause loss of consciousness or even death.

"boom!!!"

The two collided, producing a violent impact. Wu Lei'an, his face covered in blood, flew backward and rolled and crawled on the ground several times before coming to a stop.

"What just happened?" Rito, whose body was wrapped in bandages, asked curiously. He was following behind Kuroki Gensai, hoping to become his apprentice.

Kuroki Gensai's attitude was very strange. He neither agreed nor objected, and just let Rihito follow behind him to train.

“A jab, an extremely fast jab,” Kuroki Gensai explained.

The shortest distance between two points is a straight line, a principle even children know. The jab utilizes this principle to minimize the attack distance, allowing for the most powerful and fastest attack.

"No matter how fancy the techniques are, the basic movements of the human body are essentially just these. In fact, mastering the basics is enough." Kuroki Gensai seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be giving some advice to Rin.

The Wu clan's assassination techniques were indeed extremely advanced, but ultimately they couldn't outrun even the most ordinary jabs.

Moreover, Yamabuki Hanajin had an absolute size advantage. Wu Lei'an's fist was still a foot away from Yamabuki Hanajin when Yamabuki Hanajin's iron fist slammed into Wu Lei'an's face.

"This is what they call overwhelming force. As long as you have enough strength and speed, any technique is just icing on the cake." Kuroki Gensai stared at Yamabuki Hanajin, his eyes full of eagerness.

Others participate in the Kengan Suicide Match either for money or power, but Gensai Kuroki does so because he has been invincible for too long and wants to find a worthy opponent.

But after playing around, he discovered that he was actually the strongest fighter in the entire Kengan Deathmatch.

But now, Kuroki Gensai is very interested in Yamabuki Hanajin.

Wu Lei'an scrambled to his feet, glaring at the monster before him with gritted teeth. If he could use weapons, he could defeat the primitive man in close combat with various weapons. However, if he only used his fists and feet, the gap between them was simply too great. There was an absolute difference in physique, weight, strength, and speed, which could not be compensated for by skill.

Just as Wu Lei'an was pondering a countermeasure, Yamabuki Hanajin rushed up and launched a series of right-hand jabs.

Seeing this series of jabs, all the fighters looked at the God of War, Gaolang. Gaolang looked puzzled. "Why are you all looking at me? I didn't teach you this."

After a brief probing attack, Yamabuki Hanajin suddenly began to increase her attack speed.

Wu Lei'an could not have blocked such a punch at the time, and could only dodge it with his agile movements. He casually threw two punches at Yamabuki Hanajin's ribs, but this attack was like a massage to Yamabuki Hanajin and had no effect.

When attacking others, one will also have weaknesses; there's nothing that can be done about it. Wu Lei'an had just finished throwing two punches when Yamabuki Hanajin punched him.

Wu Lei'an revealed a ferocious smile: "You've finally shown a weakness."

Wu Lei'an stepped on Yamabuki Hanajin's slightly bent thigh and jumped up to poke at Yamabuki Hanajin's eyes.

As long as this bastard goes blind, I'm guaranteed to win!

However, just as Wu Lei'an's two fingers touched Yamabuki Hanajin's eyelids, Yamabuki Hanajin's massive body suddenly arched backward, curled up, and spun 720 degrees in mid-air.

He completed this energy dissipation exercise in an extremely difficult posture.

Chapter 381: Garuda: How can my brother be more important than my boyfriend?

The moment the force was neutralized, the entire arena fell silent. No one had expected that a human from ancient times could use such a powerful technique.

Rito whispered to his master, Kuroki Gensai, "Master, can you do that?"

Kuroki Gensai shook his head slightly. It was possible for him to parry and counterattack, but to achieve such an absurd dissipation of force was beyond human capability; it was as if it were a technique from another world.

However, the most bewildered person in the entire room was Wu Lei'an.

This is just too outrageous! While it's physically possible to do this, when it actually happens in reality, it just makes people think this guy is cheating.

Yamabuki Hanakami landed steadily on both feet.

I gave you your last chance, but you didn't seize it, young man.

In that instant, Yamabuki Hanajin's large hand grabbed Wu Lei'an's head and slammed him hard to the ground, causing Wu Lei'an's eyes to roll back in his head.

Although the Wu clan has a very strong body, they are still just humans at heart. Any normal creature would not be able to withstand a heavy blow to the head.

However, this is only the beginning.

Yamabuki Hanajin raised his iron fist and beat Wu Lei'an mercilessly. At first, Wu Lei'an was able to raise his arms and barely resist, but not long after, he was beaten unconscious and lay on the ground like a dead dog.

Only the rise and fall of his chest proved that Wu Lei'an still had a breath left in his mouth.

Wu Huili gripped her cane tightly, never expecting that Wu Lei'an would lose so badly. Pianyuan Metsudo, standing next to her, clutched his stomach and laughed heartily.

"I'm telling you, you old codger, you went through so much trouble to come to me, and in the end, the people you sent out got beaten up like this. You can't blame me for that." Katahara Metsudo was overjoyed to see his long-lost friend get humiliated.

Wu Huili's face turned ashen.

Suddenly, a figure hugged Wu Huiliyang tightly from behind.