Crossover Anime: Starting with Destroying Kengan

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"But we've already left the arena, haven't we?"

"That kind of thing is fine, but there's no rule in Kengan that 'leaving the ring means you've lost'."

It seems to confirm Akiyama Kaede's statement.

Hattori, the cheetah, stood at the edge of the ring without saying anything, simply observing Ohma's condition.

Leaving the ring doesn't count as losing, but losing the ability to move is a different matter.

On the other side, Yato stood calmly on the stage, not going down to finish off the opponent.

He was aware of the strength he was using.

The three-legged maneuver just now was actually temporarily changed to a 'cutter'-like approach starting from the second leg.

The second kick, though seemingly powerful, actually possessed terrifying strength, but he deliberately withdrew his force at the last moment and transferred it to the third kick.

This caught the other party off guard.

Even with Wang Ma's top-tier fighting skills, it would be impossible for him to block without taking damage.

How could the hasty dissipation of energy keep up with his penetrating force, as sharp as a spear?

Even so, Yato narrowed his eyes, also watching Ohma, who was hunched over in the pit, seemingly badly injured, as if anticipating something.

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"……hateful."

Wang Ma, who had fallen into the pit, forced himself to get up.

The exposed skin was scratched by gravel, and with the slightest movement, blood-stained lime dripped from the body.

Huff, huff...

Wang Ma was panting heavily, his eyes fixed on the night battle on the arena.

"This guy... he can actually retract the force of his punch without making a sound, and forcefully kick out a third kick that should not conform to the logic of human movement... Such kicking skills are unprecedented. If you are accidentally hit, the consequences will probably be much more serious than taking three or four heavy punches. It seems that he really drew the worst possible outcome."

He was thinking of the worst possible outcome, but a smile that didn't match the reality of the situation was showing on his face.

The corners of his mouth were pulled high to both sides.

That face inevitably evokes images of the demon masks popular in Japan.

pat...

Just as Wang Ma was about to return to the ring, a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder.

"Are you really going to fight him like this? Seriously, it wouldn't be surprising if you got beaten to death."

A flippant yet all-too-familiar tone.

Wang Ma suddenly looked up.

Sure enough, he saw someone who was very important to him.

"you……"

"Don't look at me like that. I'm just a phantom in your mind. The heavy blow just now seems to have caused some shock to your brain, which is why I appeared. To be honest, this is not a good thing."

In Wang Ma's view.

A figure, ethereal and otherworldly, stood to one side, just as in the past, casually placing his hand on his shoulder and engaging in conversation.

Say things that are unpleasant, but which you have to admit.

"Erhu..."

Wang Ma looked away and, sure enough, found that everyone else seemed to be frozen in place, and the whole world had become incredibly quiet, but that didn't mean he could do anything about it.

Erhu's illusion is right, this is just a 'dream'.

"Enough with the nonsense. I understand your desire to beat that kid." Phantom shook his head and teased, "But in my opinion, you have no chance of winning in your current state. He hasn't even used his full strength yet... You should know that. And look at yourself, are your hands alright? They're not completely broken, are they?"

"...Tsk, mind your own business."

Wang Ma roughly slapped the other person's hand away.

But even such a simple action, in the dream formed in the subconscious, brought a real sense of feedback.

A sharp pain struck, as if a curse had turned into handcuffs binding the forearms of both hands.

Based on his experience, it wouldn't be difficult for him to tell that both of his arms were broken.

Even the old injury on his right hand has worsened.

Frankly speaking, no matter how much he longs to prove himself in the Kengan All-Star tournament, Ohma has to admit that, given his current physical condition, he absolutely cannot recover in just over a month.

If I continue fighting, even if I manage to qualify for the competition later, I'm afraid I'll be defeated by opponents who are weaker than me because of my poor physical condition.

The possibility of this is very high.

"So, give up."

The phantom said leisurely.

"The outcome of the match with this guy can be settled in a later game, provided that you actually meet him."

"……don't want."

"Aha?"

I said, no.

When Wang Ma closed his eyes and opened them again...

The phantom has vanished.

"It's your habit to run away when things are going badly, but my habit is... once we've started, we'll fight to the end."

Seeing Ohma back in the ring.

Yato smiled.

"Actually, even if you just lie there and naturally admit defeat, no one will say anything to you."

"Yes, I will talk about it, but I'll only do it where you can't see me."

Wang Ma's lips curled slightly as he resumed his stance.

Their high morale needs no words.

It's like a campfire sitting there.

It burns quietly, releasing heat silently.

Quietly... waiting for the day it goes out.

"Come on, this time I won't let you kick me."

"...You really dare to say that."

Yato smiled faintly, but his eyes remained completely calm.

They didn't adopt any fighting stance.

The natural body remains standing still.

Despite their seemingly unprepared demeanor, for some reason even Yamashita Kazuo, watching from the sidelines, felt a chill run down his spine.

"Ms. Akiyama, can Mr. Ohma really win? Why don't we give up this opportunity and challenge someone else instead?"

"...I have to admit that your idea is correct, but Tokita Ohma-kun won't agree, right? That's the kind of person he is. You should know that better than I do, having spent more time with him."

Akiyama Kaede pushed up his glasses and remained silent for a moment before speaking.

"..."

A man on the mountain sighed silently.

……

The second round of the battle was even more intense than anyone had imagined.

Wang Ma launched the first attack.

A low, inhuman roar welled up from his throat.

It was as if a monster that had been sleeping inside him had awakened.

The skin is congested with blood, and the veins are bulging.

His face was contorted in a ferocious grimace.

Even her pupils turned into black with white pupils.

It was clearly the activation of the [Divine Possession] state.

Then, a fierce battle ensued between him and Yato.

The two fighters ran around the ring, crushing and flying bricks on the ground like two whirlwinds sweeping across the land. The audience outside the ring couldn't see anything clearly, only occasionally catching a glimpse of the two figures passing each other. The scene was extremely terrifying.

Hattori the Cheetah, who was acting as the referee, had already made his escape.

He has hosted too many competitions.

To be honest, I haven't encountered a scene like this many times, but every time it's thrilling, and it's also recognized by my peers as the match with the least room for referee intervention.

At this point, there's nothing you can do but hide far away and wait for the results.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

Wang Ma roared and unleashed a flurry of attacks.

Like a sudden storm.

Its fierce and violent aura alone is enough to crush the mental resilience of most opponents.

What's most frightening is that he wasn't just randomly attacking without any rationality.

The fists and feet were coordinated in a very orderly manner, and the movements were exceptionally refined.

It can practically be called a 'textbook' for free fighting.

Although the skill "Possession of the Gods" puts a great burden on the body, the body will gradually adapt after using it more often, which will indirectly reduce the burden and allow for the 'borrowing' of more power.

Just like the liberation of the Wu clan, there is also a concept of a liberation rate.

Yato had no doubt that Ohma's development of "Possession of Gods" was far superior to his own.

If he can "borrow" three-tenths of his strength, then Wang Ma can "borrow" five or even six-tenths.

Although this approach of blindly increasing strength while neglecting precision is the style he dislikes the most.

Yato had to admit that Ohma's overall attributes had been greatly improved when he entered the "Possession" state, approaching the 16-point mark, and it seemed that this was not Ohma's 'limit'.

"I also have the [Conqueror] buff, although the effect is a bit slow, but he can't defeat me before the full effect is activated. So in terms of attributes, we are still evenly matched. As for other things... after using [Divine Possession], my movements are obviously not as 'refined' as they were at the beginning, and some of the Two Tiger Style moves cannot be used. In this state, it is even less likely that he can defeat me."

Yato is not like Wu Lei'an, who would foolishly abandon his skills and immerse himself in the thrill of fighting and killing his opponent.

Moreover... through the clash of fists and feet, he sensed that the other person's heartbeat seemed to be accelerating further.

It is clear.

Wang Ma felt anxious about the protracted battle and knew that a protracted war was not in his best interest. He wanted to break the balance and end the battle by launching a short burst of attack.

Even though Yato's attributes haven't broken through 15 points yet, his strength has already made a qualitative leap after mastering 'ki'.

In Kushinada Mikumi's words, she is a martial artist of the 'master' level, second only to the expert.

No matter how much Wang Ma sacrifices his life, he has no chance of winning.

"...A man like you can't stop in a place where there's no sunlight."

Yato said softly.

Even in this fierce battle of offense and defense, his voice and breathing remained steady.

Before Wang Ma could react.

Suddenly, the situation changed.

Ohma's fist pierced through Yato's body.