"So…" King Jikai swallowed hard, his clenched fists trembling slightly.
"How exactly are we going to deal with this monster?"
Doppo Orochi patted his shoulder: "Don't think about winning; just think about how to exhaust his stamina."
King Jikai took a deep breath, slowly loosening his fists: "I understand. I'll go first."
After he finished speaking, he walked out of the waiting area towards the passage, his tall figure appearing somewhat frail at this moment.
When King Jikai's figure appeared in the arena, the audience erupted in enthusiastic cheers.
"After some discussion, the Japan-America Alliance Team has sent out King Jikai!"
"Can this Karate master from Neon cause trouble for China Team's ultimate weapon?" the commentator passionately exclaimed.
Allen, who had been meditating, slowly stood up and watched King Jikai walk towards him as the Japan-America Alliance Team finally sent out a fighter.
"Clang!"
"Begin!" As the gong was struck, the match officially began.
King Jikai stood opposite Allen, fine beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. The oppressive feeling this monster brought him was simply too terrifying; just standing in front of him, King Jikai felt he had already used up all his courage.
"Allen-kun, please guide me." King Jikai's voice trembled slightly. He had no intention of playing any tricks, fearing he might directly enrage Allen.
Allen nodded calmly: "Did they send you alone?"
He then stood still, unmoving and unfazed, watching the constantly sweating King Jikai.
"Yes… yes, five against one is too despicable. Although a relay battle is also despicable, I hope you can understand." King Jikai took a deep breath and suddenly exploded into action!
He moved like a ghost, flashing to Allen's side, his right hand forming a blade, striking directly at the throat!
This strike was as fast as lightning, eliciting gasps from the audience. However, Allen merely tilted his head slightly, narrowly dodging King Jikai's hand blade.
"What?" King Jikai's pupils constricted. He immediately changed his move to a sweeping attack, but Allen casually raised his hand to block it.
"Bang."
The dull thud of two arms colliding echoed in the arena. King Jikai felt as if his arm had hit an iron wall, throbbing with pain.
"Fighter King Jikai's continuous attacks are easily neutralized by Allen! Is this the strength of China Team's ultimate weapon?" the commentator shouted excitedly.
At the passage on the Japan-America Alliance Team's side, everyone gathered to watch the duel in the arena.
"King Jikai's Karate style is known for its bizarre and varied techniques, but Allen has completely seen through all his movements, which is why he can defend so easily." Doppo Orochi stared intently at the situation in the arena, his brows furrowed.
Yujiro Hanma showed a ferocious smile: "Responding after the attack, King Jikai's movements are child's play in front of this kid."
In the arena, King Jikai had already attacked over thirty times, yet he hadn't landed a single hit. His breathing became rapid, and sweat soaked his gi.
It seemed he would have to resort to dirty tricks; otherwise, there was no chance of hitting Allen. King Jikai felt a heavy heart as he looked at the calm Allen before him.
"What's wrong? Is this your full strength?" Allen stood his ground, his breathing steady, showing no signs of weakness.
"Wait! I…" King Jikai hastily raised both hands as if to surrender.
"Twin Dragons Seizing Pearls!" Just as Allen looked at him with some surprise, King Jikai gritted his teeth and suddenly struck, his right hand darting like a venomous snake towards Allen's eyes.
This move was insidious and vicious, eliciting a gasp from the audience.
"The Neon people are too despicable!"
"They're attacking by surprise! Attacking the eyes! Shameful!"
"ultimate weapon, be careful!"
Allen neither dodged nor flinched. His right hand, like an iron clamp, quickly seized the opponent's wrist and twisted gently.
"Crack!"
The crisp sound of bone breaking echoed within the arena.
"Ah—!" King Jikai let out a heart-wrenching scream, falling to his knees. His right wrist was grotesquely twisted, and large beads of sweat rolled from his forehead onto the ground.
"Fighter King Jikai's wrist has been broken! Fighter Allen's counterattack is so sharp and beautiful!" the commentator shouted loudly.
A commotion erupted in the audience. Some gasped, some covered their eyes, not daring to look, while many more cheered, excitedly waving their fists.
"Too strong! Is this our country's ultimate weapon?!"
"That despicable Neon person is no match at all, truly laughable."
"A true strong person will not be defeated by such despicable methods; this person miscalculated."
At the Japan-America Alliance Team's waiting area, Baki clenched his fists: "King Jikai can't even exhaust his stamina…"
Oliva's expression was grave: "Allen hasn't even gotten serious yet."
In the arena, King Jikai used his left hand to brace himself, enduring the intense pain, and stood up. His face was pale, but his eyes remained firm. He adopted an offensive stance with his left hand and continued to attack Allen.
Although his movements were noticeably slower, and his form was distorted, he still persisted.
"Not bad. You could become stronger if you used fewer dirty tricks." Allen nodded slightly, then his figure flashed, evading King Jikai's attack. His right hand tore through the air, delivering a punch to King Jikai's abdomen with a terrifying sonic boom.
"Bang!"
The terrifying impact sent King Jikai's body flying backward like a cannonball, slamming heavily into the arena's stone wall. The entire wall cracked outwards from his impact, and King Jikai was deeply embedded in the wall, with rubble crumbling down.
The audience instantly erupted into a frenzy at this sight!
"One punch! Another one-punch KO!"
"Too strong! Is this the ultimate weapon's power? It's completely unlike human strength!"
"King Jikai is no match at all! I feel like the ultimate weapon hasn't even used his full strength yet!"
The commentator's voice trembled with excitement: "Unbelievable! Fighter Allen wins again with overwhelming dominance! The Japan-America Alliance Team's first fighter was so easily defeated!"
The Japan-America Alliance Team's waiting area was dead silent.
Baki's fists involuntarily tightened: "He's become so strong!"
Oliva's expression was grave: "To deliver such a terrifying blow and still look so at ease… it seems it will be a bit troublesome if we want to beat him…"
Doppo Orochi, however, first cheered and then sighed: "It seems we underestimated him."
Only Yujiro Hanma still wore that ferocious smile: "Interesting, now this is interesting!"
In the China Team's waiting area, Kaioh Kaku sat in his wheelchair, his cloudy eyes glinting with light.
"Little Lin is getting stronger and stronger; his strength is improving constantly…" Kaioh Kaku's voice was low and hoarse.
Kaiou Retsu stood by, his hands unconsciously clenching and unclenching: "Master, can Allen… really defeat all five of them?"
Kaioh Kaku suddenly burst out laughing: "Hahaha! Kaiou Retsu, what are you worried about? That kid was a monster who could defeat me even before he learned the Principles of Boxing!"
Ron Shobun leaned against the wall, his eyes filled with shock. Allen's terrifying strength had dealt him a huge blow. He had originally thought Old Guo had called him and Kaku Shunshei over as a backup, but now it seemed it was just for show.
When Allen threw that punch, merely observing it made him feel a terrifying pressure, which even startled Ron Shobun, who had never suffered a defeat in his career.
"I thought Old Guo was joking… I didn't expect him to be this strong."
Kaku Shunshei waved his thick arms, grinning: "Interesting. It seems Dad called us to be spectators."
"However, the monster Dad created is truly terrifying; he's even more ferocious than beasts in the jungle."
Kaku Shunshei had contended with beasts in the jungle since childhood, making him the top of the food chain in the jungle. But upon seeing Allen, he felt a sense of bloodline suppression; the opponent felt almost like an extraterrestrial being.
In the arena, the monks struggled greatly to pull King Jikai out of the wall, and medical personnel quickly carried the unconscious King Jikai away.
After the fight, Allen continued to sit cross-legged in the center of the arena, his gaze calmly directed towards the Japan-America Alliance Team's side, awaiting his next opponent.
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