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"This old guy, 063, is something else."
Hidden among the crowd, Ren Nikaido, who didn't seem particularly noticeable, narrowed his eyes and thought to himself.
At this time.
Dazai Yukio tapped the ground lightly with his sheathed katana, making a 'thud' sound that drew everyone's attention.
"I am Yukio Dazai, the president of Imperial University and chairman of the board of directors of ru7. First of all, welcome to our Imperial University to participate in the fighter selection competition."
“Here, I have three points to make to you.”
"First, intentionally causing the death of an opponent is not allowed during the selection process of combatants."
"Secondly, the competition will adopt a title defense system. Whether it is a challenge or a title defense, we will give priority to the player with the most successful times as the agent fighter of ru7."
"Third, for certain reasons, we will only offer two fighter employment contracts, with the compensation being twice that of the original contract, and a signing bonus of ten million US dollars to be deposited into the account immediately."
"Is there anything else you don't understand?"
After speaking, Dazai Yukio looked around at everyone.
"I have."
A bearded foreigner, speaking fluent Japanese, asked with a grim expression, "Regarding the competition mechanism, are there more specific rules? For example, the battlefield area, or the battle time? Can there be a break during the defense of the title?"
His series of questions immediately calmed down the fighters around him who were agitated by the lucrative contract.
Even if someone is a little lacking in skill, those who are chosen by RU7 are definitely not idiots.
Competition rules are extremely important for combat sports.
If used properly, defeating an opponent stronger than oneself is by no means difficult.
"Regarding the competition venue, it will be based on the floor you are standing on. You are not allowed to step on any area other than this floor during the competition."
Dazai Yukio tapped the ground with the hilt of his sword again, gesturing to the crowd.
"The defense of the title is a one-on-one contest. It ends when one side voluntarily concedes or loses the ability to fight. After that, other people can choose to step up or not. If the challenger wins, he automatically becomes the champion."
"Whether there is a break during the session depends on you. By the way... each person, as a challenger, only has one chance to challenge."
what?
Many fighters were shaken upon hearing Dazai Yukio's last words.
If you only have one chance to challenge.
This means that you cannot choose to concede defeat after defeating the reigning champion in order to conserve your energy and recover your condition, and then wait for the right opportunity to continue the challenge.
If you want to go up, you must defeat the reigning champion and defeat as many other challengers as possible to accumulate your number of wins. Only in this way can you hope to get a contract.
...That's right, most of the fighters present came because of the 'generous conditions' offered by ru7.
After all, fighters are human too, and there are many things they need to spend money on.
Besides, many things in this world cannot be solved by fists alone.
With the backing of higher authorities, there are very few things that RU7 cannot accomplish.
“Oh, right, let me add something…” Dazai Yukio suddenly added, “Regarding the competition, we will judge whether either side has engaged in ‘passive fighting’ based on their subjective perception. If they are found to have, they will be disqualified.”
Upon hearing this, some of the fighters' expressions turned grim. They had just been considering using the spaciousness of the indoor arena to employ a flanking and harassing tactic to eliminate their opponent at the lowest possible cost, which would make it easier to deal with subsequent challengers.
But to their surprise, Yukio Dazai ruthlessly shattered their plans.
"The thoughts of the weak are truly obvious."
Yato glanced at the other fighters out of the corner of his eye, a sneer running down his spine.
ru7's intentions are quite clear.
The goal is to find the most capable fighter.
Therefore, the competition rules they formulated have inadvertently eliminated many tactics that are not closely related to the player's actual combat level.
The core of this is the 'defense system'.
The challenger has only one chance to attempt the challenge, and failure is not an option.
In this situation, one can imagine how the champion must feel.
Hiding one's strength? Not a chance.
On the contrary, it is most likely that their potential will be unleashed as the game progresses.
As the saying goes, when the sun shines brightly, all things become visible.
To select the two strongest individuals from twenty, a fierce, round-robin tournament is far simpler and more direct than a one-on-one elimination match, because it doesn't need to consider the audience's opinions and can complete a comprehensive test of the fighters' mental, technical, and physical abilities in one go.
Yato even suspected that they had considered a 'scramble' format for the competition.
After all, if you really want to go to extremes, what could be more extreme than raising a venomous snake?
Do you all have any further questions?
Dazai Yukio asked a question.
In return, there was a moment of peace.
"Very good, then we can begin. The first round is drawing lots. Those whose names are called, please stay."
After saying that, he turned and left.
"That stinky old man."
Someone was muttering curses under their breath.
Yato glanced at him; it was the same person who had just provoked him.
Although his provocation techniques were clumsy, he seems to be quick-witted. This guy should have realized by now that those little tricks don't work in this kind of brutal competition.
One time is fine, but the onlookers aren't idiots and won't fall for it again and again.
"The difficulty of the defense mechanism lies in endurance and the amount of technical reserves."
A familiar voice sounded from the side.
It's Dojima Gin.
He had changed into a white training uniform similar to a karate uniform, and his robust physique was among the best even compared to other fighters.
"In a one-on-one situation, you might not win. Even if you do win, you'll be exhausted and injured. If you want to face other challenges later, you'll probably have to switch into a tactical mode from the start to defeat your opponent with minimal effort."
Dojima Gin crossed his arms, speaking as if to himself.
But Yato knew he was talking to him, so he chuckled and said:
"No, in my opinion, it's less about the amount of technical reserves and more about the purity of skills. No matter how many moves you have, there will always be times when they become ineffective or you run out of them. You might use up most of them by the end of a match. But with powerful and effective techniques, that's a different story."
Chapter 96
"..."
Dojima Gin frowned, seemingly lost in thought.
Although their statements sound similar, he actually overlooked the issue of time difference.
There is no halftime break for defending a title.
This means that the challenger's offensive will be much more intense than imagined.
No matter how many skills you know, they will all be cracked one by one.
Moreover, most of them may not even be of any use.
Conversely, if one's skill level is extremely high, one can better coordinate with tactics, achieve victory with less loss, and make others hesitant to engage until they have devised a countermeasure, thus gaining enough rest time.
Even if someone tries to prevent the reigning champion from succeeding and forces their way in, the outcome is unpredictable.
Why bother?
They are willing to sacrifice themselves, trading away the champion's stamina to create enough advantages for others.
This situation only occurs in team competitions.
"Yes, it comes down to having more experience and expertise. To put it bluntly, it's about who has the deeper skills. I guess my way of thinking hasn't completely changed yet."
A helpless smile appeared on Dojima Gin's face.
"No, you simply made the most appropriate judgment given your circumstances."
"...You might as well just say that I lack confidence in the purity of my skills. You know, even if you put it so tactfully, it won't make me happy."
"Uncle, don't you already know the answer?"
Yato replied with a smile.
Dojima Gin's lips twitched slightly, feeling incredibly aggrieved.
This is what combat sports are all about.
If it were a food war instead.
He was absolutely confident that he could take down everyone present... except for the commander-in-chief!
Their thinking patterns shouldn't be this sluggish.
The main reason for this oversight is that subconscious cognition interferes with rational thinking.
At this point, the results of the lottery were announced.
"Ok?"
Yato paused slightly upon hearing his name.
Two out of twenty people were selected.
With a one in ten chance, I still won.
"Could it be the system's doing...?"
Yato couldn't help but suspect that the system was manipulating things behind the scenes.
It's not impossible.
According to the system's task requirements, one must 'defeat all challengers'. Therefore, even if someone challenges another immediately after the first round of defending their title, one person will still be eliminated.
"Well, it's not so bad this way."
The fighters whose names were not called automatically dispersed to the sidelines, leaving Yato and another candidate still standing there.
I saw the other person's face.
Yato couldn't help but reveal a bright smile.
"Oh my, we've run into each other so soon?"
"...What are you so happy about, you brat? For the sake of your passable face, I suggest you just give up."
That familiar, irritating tone.
That's right, Yato's opponent was the black fighter who provoked him before the match.
His name is Thomas X.
Apart from that, Yato knew nothing about fighting styles, habits, signature tactics, old injuries or weaknesses, etc.
But some things can be understood simply by looking at them.
He was tall and strong, with thick lips and narrow eyes. When he smiled, he seemed honest and kind, but when he turned cold, he became as aggressive as a hyena.
He is between 210 and 220cm tall, and his muscles are not as strong as one would expect for his height. He even looks much thinner than Yato, but he looks very resilient.
"A fighting style that emphasizes explosive power, footwork, and footwork."
Yato's gaze swept over the other's feet without leaving a trace.
The feet are wide, and the leg muscles are much stronger than the arm muscles.
"Ah……"
Yato seemed to understand something.
Thomas interpreted his chuckle as a dismissive response to his well-intentioned words, his expression growing increasingly sinister. He shifted his limbs, stretching his body as he spoke: