In the side stories, Yujiro Hanma's feats were even more exaggerated.
For instance, crushing carbon into a diamond with his bare hands or stopping an earthquake with a single punch—exaggerated to the extreme.
Morpheus wasn't sure if the Yujiro Hanma standing before him was truly powerful to such an outrageous degree.
As for Jack Hanma.
He, too, was a member of the Hanma family. His mother, a mercenary, met Yujiro Hanma on the battlefield and, after being overpowered by him, gave birth to Jack in a prison.
To surpass his father, Yujiro Hanma, Jack underwent grueling training for over ten hours a day, sacrificing everything.
Even when his muscles wasted away to skin and bones from the intense regimen, he never stopped training.
Later, a scientist approached him, offering drugs to "make him stronger."
Ignoring the side effects, Jack unhesitatingly accepted the experimental drugs, which made his body grow increasingly powerful.
Morpheus hadn't expected that, in this world, Jack Hanma would join Yujiro Hanma to participate in this Dark Tournament.
As for the remaining two members, Doppo Orochi and Biscuit Oliva, they were no pushovers either.
Both were top-tier fighters in the original Baki storyline.
Who knew how powerful they would be in this world?
Morpheus was curious to see how they would perform.
"I'll take this."
When it was time for the Team Extraterrestrial's match, the first to step up was none other than Saeko Busujima.
She stood, gripping her katana, and walked onto the arena.
The Team Hanma, seeing their opponent was just a young girl, seemed to lose interest, standing lazily in place without stepping forward.
Finally, Biscuit Oliva descended to the arena with a helpless expression.
In the original Baki storyline, Biscuit Oliva was a force to be reckoned with.
Despite being a maximum-security prisoner, he could freely enter and exit the prison, enjoying presidential-level treatment within its walls. This was due to his exceptional ability as a "criminal hunter," frequently aiding law enforcement in capturing elusive felons worldwide, earning him the title of "the freest man in the world."
His physical prowess was extraordinary. In the manga, he could block a close-range shotgun blast with his arms, sustaining only minor flesh wounds.
He could even expel bullets from his body using muscle control alone, recovering quickly after a feast.
Moreover, he possessed monstrous strength, honed by pulling down a flying helicopter.
Standing in the arena before Saeko Busujima, he looked like a beast facing a beauty.
"Young lady," Oliva said slowly in accented Japanese, "this isn't a place for you. Why don't you send someone else up?"
He could tell Saeko had some skill, even a hint of killing intent.
But to Oliva, that killing intent was far too weak.
It didn't spark his interest at all.
Saeko was somewhat surprised. Despite his rough appearance, this hulking man had a touch of gentlemanly demeanor.
However, she had been eagerly anticipating this match and had no intention of backing down.
Without hesitation, Saeko drew her blade. "Saeko Busujima of the Busujima School. Please, enlighten me."
"Busujima?"
Oliva's eyes flickered as if recalling something. "I once knew a swordsman from the Busujima School. He challenged me, and his swordsmanship was decent, but sadly, too weak."
A glint of surprise flashed in Saeko's eyes. "If I'm not mistaken, that was likely my father."
She had heard from her father, who ran a dojo in America, about challenging a master and suffering an unprecedented defeat.
She never imagined that master would appear before her today.
This only fueled her excitement.
The enemy her father couldn't defeat—she would defeat in his place.
Swish!
In an instant, Saeko slashed at Oliva's waist with astonishing speed, as if aiming to cleave him in half.
The strike was swift, ruthless, and deadly.
Oliva's pupils contracted sharply. With a step, he instantly retreated seven or eight meters, dodging Saeko's attack.
This move was none other than a technique only martial artists could master.
Instant Movement.
Morpheus hadn't expected this man to possess such a skill.
"I take back what I said, young lady."
Oliva stretched his muscles, a terrifying aura rising around him. "Your blade is faster than your father's. You are indeed an exceptional swordsman."
"I will defeat you with my full strength."
Saeko replied without hesitation, "Then come."
She took a step, and her body vanished from the spot.
She, too, was using Instant Movement.
Morpheus didn't recall teaching Saeko this technique, yet after merely observing it, she had mastered it.
The moment Saeko vanished, Oliva disappeared as well.
But the air rang with the clanging of metal.
The two were clashing repeatedly at high speed.
They appeared, vanished, appeared, and vanished again, repeating the process.
Ordinary humans and yokai couldn't even track their movements.
After a few minutes, a dull thud echoed.
Saeko's form suddenly reappeared, launched seven or eight meters like a cannonball before hitting the ground.
A fist imprint marked her abdomen—she had been struck by Oliva.
But Oliva wasn't unscathed either. His body bore countless cuts, though he forcibly clamped the wounds shut with his muscles, preventing blood loss.
If his muscles relaxed even slightly, blood would pour out.
Saeko took a deep breath, casting a simple spell with her right hand to heal her injury, her eyes blazing as she fixed them on Oliva.
The battle intent in her gaze was practically ablaze.
Oliva gave a wry smile. He hadn't expected this young woman to not only fight fiercely but also heal herself.
If this dragged on, he would surely lose.
So, Oliva took a deep breath, resolving to end the fight as quickly as possible.
Saeko sensed his intent and slowly sheathed her katana, lowering her stance with her right hand on the hilt.
Those familiar with swordsmanship recognized this as the starting position for an Iaijutsu strike.
A trace of surprise flickered in Oliva's eyes. He had planned to end this quickly, but Saeko had seen through him and intended to meet him head-on, deciding the match with a single Iaijutsu strike.
This raised his estimation of her even further.
"You are a true swordsman."
No sooner had he spoken than Oliva shot toward Saeko like a massive cannonball.
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300 Power Stones = 2 BC
500 Power Stones = 3 BC
700 Power Stones = 4 BC
1000 Power Stones = 5 BC
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