I teach judo in Tokyo.

In combat, it's better to take off your clothes than to wear a shirt that offers little protection. Wearing clothes creates more points of leverage on your body, which could put you at a disadvantage if your opponent gets a hold of you.

Sosuke stood quietly and asked simply, "I was outside just now and didn't hear the rules of the sparring you all agreed on. Can someone tell me?"

Ham revealed a terrifying smile: "Except for not killing people and not attacking those who have surrendered, there are no other restrictions."

"Fight until one side is completely incapacitated or surrenders!"

He raised his hands in a boxing stance, staring intently at Atobe Sousuke.

"Are you ready? I'm about to launch the attack!"

His physique and skills, far exceeding those of ordinary people, allowed him to look down on them at will.

The boy opposite looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Even if he really is some so-called genius, it's impossible for him to fight against a powerhouse of his level at this age!

The next second, he roared and charged towards Sosuke in a few steps like a wild bear.

He clenched his right fist as if to strike.

Before him stood Atobe Sousuke, motionless, not even in a fighting stance, his entire body wide open.

It’s tricky!

Ham suddenly stopped his feint and took a half step back, maintaining his boxing stance.

His face was hidden behind the boxing stance, revealing a mocking smile: "Kid, are you scared out of your wits? You don't even know how to defend yourself?"

Atobe Sousuke smiled and said, "That's Krav Maga, isn't it? You're used to reacting to your opponent's actions. What, you've never seen someone like me who doesn't defend, so you're afraid to attack?"

"Useless trick!" Ham clicked his tongue in disdain, having his thoughts exposed, and continued in his boxing stance.

Although he appears arrogant, he is actually very cautious in battle.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Sosuke walk over with his hands outstretched, completely relaxed, and he was in front of him in just two steps.

"What trick are you playing!" Ham took another half step back, annoyed. Then, abandoning all pretense of technique, he tentatively raised his hand and threw a lightning-fast jab at Atobe Sousuke...

Sa!

He froze.

Before my eyes, a long and beautiful index finger stood quietly upright.

Behind the index finger was Sosuke's calm smile.

What's going on...?

Ham's mind raced, but he was horrified to find that his body had already stiffened!

He watched helplessly as the hand with the vertical finger clenched into a fist in an instant, the heavy fist passing through his fist frame and striking his nose.

One shot, and it worked!

Sosuke moved with his body, wrapping his entire body around the opponent in that instant, retracting his right fist and pressing down with his elbow in the process.

"Gah!"

A muffled thud.

The hard elbow slammed heavily into Ham's chest and ribs, breaking one of his ribs.

After taking this hit, the strange stiffness on Ham's body disappeared.

He groaned in pain, his eyes bloodshot. In his shock and rage, his spread hands transformed into two hand blades, striking Sōsuke, who was thrust into his arms, with deadly force!

However, having already lost the initiative, the excruciating pain in his ribs caused his counterattack to be half a beat slower than Sousuke's.

That half-beat can decide the outcome!

Atobe Sousuke, who was in his arms, spun around and used his back to block the hand chop on the side of Ham's injured rib.

Due to the pain from the broken ribs, Ham's slap on one side was far less powerful than on the other.

But when the blow struck Sousuke's shoulder and back, it still produced a heavy, dull thud.

The pain was immediately transmitted to Sosuke's brain via nerves.

Instead, he revealed a sinister smile.

It was just a little pain; compared to the thick muscles that had been taut beforehand, it wasn't even an injury.

On the other side, Sosuke's hands were firmly blocking Ham's arm chop.

The next instant, he leaped into the air while in close proximity to his opponent, his feet clamping down on Ham's knees in a unique stance, like crab claws.

As he deliberately fell to the ground, he tripped Ham and knocked him down as well.

Sosuke, who landed first, used his legs to lock Ham's feet with an incredibly precise lever, while his hands, along with his armpits, locked Ham's ankles tightly!

Sosuke could only feel Ham, who was locked in place by his thigh, struggling violently with terrifying force.

A fierce-level expert, guided by superb skills, can unleash power far exceeding that of an ordinary person of the same size.

However, it was too late.

One of the most lethal submission techniques in judo ground techniques is the heel hook.

It's already taken shape!

Sosuke's lips curled into a wild laugh as he suddenly exerted all his strength.

Amidst Ham's angry shouts and rebukes, the two of them tumbled rapidly on the ground.

During the tumbling, everyone heard a crisp, teeth-grinding "crunch" sound!

'It's broken, my ankle is definitely broken!'

Everyone instinctively imagined what had happened.

A second later, amidst Ham's screams that echoed throughout the training ground, Sousuke calmly rolled over and stood up.

Meanwhile, Ham was still curled up on the ground, clutching his feet in pain!

***

Chapter 212 Assassins

Sosuke stood up and quickly surveyed the expressions of everyone in the room.

Wu Fangdu and Wu Fangya looked shocked, while Wu Fangshen, the traitor, had a gloomy face. He waved his hand and sent people into the arena to pull the constantly cursing Ham off the field.

Katsuki Takeyasu and Shuyuki Kaneda both looked at him with slightly narrowed eyes, their expressions revealing nothing of their feelings.

On the other side, Bashir's sharp eyes, visible through his face mask, widened slightly, clearly not expecting that he had actually killed his companion.

It's important to know that Ham is no ordinary soldier. Coming from the military of a major European country, his special forces unit earned the nickname "Death Squad" in the war-torn Middle East due to his superhuman fighting abilities.

The two had sparred several times. Although Ham was slightly less skilled in hand-to-hand combat, he made up for the difference with his heavier physique.

If it weren't for his unpredictable and miraculous footwork, which could confuse Ham's judgment, he might have been the one to lose in a real hand-to-hand combat.

As a result, even the mighty Ham was caught in a head-on, close-quarters brawl when this boy twisted his leg in an instant.

Bashir's eyes flickered, his expression shifting between light and dark.

He subtly glanced at Kaneda Sueyuki, then noticed that the other man had turned to look at him, his slightly narrowed eyes seeming to convey some meaning.

Just then, Sousuke chuckled and asked loudly, "You've won by luck. Who's next, senior?"

Bashir understood Kaneda Nobuyuki's meaning, took a deep breath, and stepped into the arena: "Your next opponent is me."

"Oh? So 'you' think Kaneda is stronger?" Sousuke chuckled, uttering a meaningful but ambiguous statement.

you?

Bashir and Kaneda, standing off the field, trembled slightly, sensing a peculiar meaning in Sousuke's words.

'Was this boy speaking casually, or had he already discovered something?'

Kaneda Shuyuki, standing off the court, narrowed his eyes and stared intently at Atobe Sousuke.

Inside the arena, Sosuke and Bashir, who had already entered, silently exchanged glances.

Bashir asked softly, "You just finished playing, do you need to rest? If so, I can wait for you."

Atobe Sousuke shook his head, a strange smile on his face, but deliberately said arrogantly, "No need, I'm in a hurry."

Bashir fell silent.

He immediately lowered his body, his hands forming a palm-blade shape, one in front of the other, adopting an unusual stance.

Assassin Style Assassination Fist - Ready Stance.

The Assassins originated in Persia and were a mysterious assassination organization that operated in a sectarian manner.

Its founder was Hassan ibn Sabah, also known in Western legends as the "father of assassins" and nicknamed the "Old Man of the Mountain".

The Assassin Style Assassination Fist is the unarmed combat technique practiced by members of this organization, and it is considered one of the organization's two most famous killing techniques, along with the Assassin Style Scimitar Technique.

Leaving aside the curved sword technique, almost all the moves in this assassination fist are not aimed at "defeating and subduing" the enemy, but at "killing".

Bashir is the third strongest member of this sect, second only to the sect leader and his protectors. He is currently acting as the sect's representative, responsible for liaising with Jormungandr, receiving Jormungandr's funding, and being at Jormungandr's command.

The mission I'm on in Japan is to help Kaneda Shuyuki successfully become the representative of the Five Families' Death Frenzy, which is an important part of the Jormungandr Plan.

To ensure safety, the only option is to kill this genius-level youth in front of us.

Bashir's sharp eyes flashed with intense killing intent.

Opposite him, Atobe Sousuke also assumed a simple stance, a mysterious smile playing on his face hidden behind the boxing stance.

Off the court, Kaneda Shuyuki's eyes were fixed on the two people inside—mainly on Atobe Sousuke.

His mind was rapidly replaying the process of Atobe Sousuke defeating Ham. The intense battle scene was broken down into frame by frame by his mental power, and Sousuke's fighting style and habits were thus quickly deciphered by him.

'That opening move, I couldn't understand the principle behind it, but it definitely controlled Ham's movements. Was it some kind of powerful psychological suggestion technique...?'

'He was struck on the shoulder and back by Ham's karate chop, yet he was completely unharmed; his physique is definitely superior to mine...'

"The final move to defeat the enemy is the 'heel hook' technique from Jiu-Jitsu. The technique is skillful and the movements are decisive; this must be a Jiu-Jitsu master. We need to be careful..."

As he analyzed the situation, Kaneda Shigeyuki was also generating a battle strategy in his mind, a smile appearing on his lips.

After all, although his physique wasn't significantly different from the average person due to congenital reasons, he could only fight using his superior intellect...

'Hey buddy, if these are all the cards you have up your sleeve, you probably won't last three rounds against me.'

......

Just as Kaneda Sueyuki was pondering this.

On the field, the battle between Sousuke and Bashir has begun.

Bashir made the first move, his movements were extremely fast. He had just taken a step when he transformed into a blurry figure and rushed towards Sousuke.

However, just as he was about to reach Sousuke's attack range, he suddenly stopped, his charging momentum vanished, and his feet moved laterally in an alternating motion, transforming into an unpredictable lateral movement trajectory with a strange rhythm.

With his figure moving at an eerie, unpredictable pace, his movements became elusive to the few ordinary onlookers, driving them to the brink of madness with unease.

It's like someone running across the desert; the unevenness of their steps makes their next move completely unpredictable.

This is the Sandstorm Step!

Bashir circled around Atobe Sousuke rapidly, his murderous eyes fixed on Sousuke's eyes behind his fist stance.

Atobe Sousuke remained unmoved.

His dynamic vision was far better than that of ordinary people, and the other party's strange movements could not deceive him.

So he simply held his boxing stance firmly, his body constantly shifting, always maintaining a posture facing Bashir.

This kind of high-speed lateral movement is extremely physically demanding, and even if the opponent is a superhuman, it would be impossible to maintain it for an extended period of time...

I'll wait and see what tricks you're up to!

As Sousuke was thinking this, he suddenly realized that the enemy had disappeared from his sight!

when?

Alarm bells rang in his mind, and relying on his sense of danger, he quickly moved his hands to the right side of his head!

"Oh!"

A loud, muffled thud.