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A few seconds of dead silence passed.
Then the cheers exploded.
The stands erupted into a frenzy, screaming not only for the Berserker named by the little girl, but for the man called Heracles.
The battle between Cú Chulainn and Kyo Kusanagi had been brilliant, fierce, and intoxicating.
But Heracles' instant kill delivered a completely different impact.
Sharp.
Direct.
Overwhelming.
Like a single bullet hitting its mark.
It wasn't a dazzling exchange.
It was pure violence.
And it hit just as hard.
The audience was utterly conquered.
"Heracles! Heracles! Heracles!"
At first, the cheers were chaotic.
Within seconds, they synchronized.
His name echoed through the stadium, rising again and again.
Heracles himself remained calm.
He was used to this.
In his era, such cheers were common.
Before long, Kyo Kusanagi and Benimaru Nikaido entered the ring and carried the unconscious Goro Daimon away.
Before leaving, Kyo glanced back at Heracles.
Frustration.
Unwillingness.
He had believed that mastering the Mu Shiki made him strong enough.
This fight taught him otherwise.
There was always someone stronger.
Always a higher sky.
Kyo clenched his jaw.
He wasn't complacent anymore.
He would train harder.
Become stronger.
And challenge this team again next year.
He would wash away this humiliation.
Backstage, the other fighters watched the match through the broadcast.
One by one, they fell silent.
They had all seen Goro Daimon's final strike.
It surpassed his usual level.
And even so-
He was killed instantly.
The gap was absolute.
Like a child standing before an adult.
An unbridgeable chasm.
Yet strangely, no one lost heart.
After the initial shock faded, excitement lit their eyes.
Every one of them wanted to fight Heracles.
Winning didn't matter.
They hadn't come this far to bully the weak.
They came to challenge the strong.
The stronger the enemy-
The more they burned.
Even if that enemy was Heracles.
The legendary god of strength.
Seeing the atmosphere at its peak, the organizers seized the moment.
The second match was announced immediately.
Team Yagami versus Team Ryozanpaku.
Team Yagami sent out Mature.
From Team Ryozanpaku-
"Let me go."
Seeing that the opponent was a beauty, Ma Kensei couldn't sit still.
Camera in hand, he stepped forward.
Hayato Fūrinji chuckled and didn't stop him.
Once on stage, Ma Kensei shook his phone.
"Beautiful lady, may I take a few photos of you?"
Mature smiled charmingly.
In a blur, she slipped next to him.
"Of course," she said softly. "Just make sure they're good."
Her kick followed immediately.
Sharp.
Precise.
Her toes stopped mere centimeters from Ma Kensei's throat.
Ma Kensei bent his body.
It was as if he shrank out of thin air.
He slipped past the kick.
At the same time, his camera clicked nonstop.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Boos flooded the arena.
Mature was undeniably beautiful and adored by many male spectators.
Ma Kensei's behavior, however, earned him the hatred of the women.
The deafening boos proved it.
Even female spectators who disliked Mature shouted-
"Kill that perverted old man!"
Mature's smile didn't fade.
Her kicks came one after another.
Every strike targeted a vital point.
Throat.
Temple.
Heart.
Spine.
This wasn't a match.
It was an execution attempt.
But Ma Kensei had already activated En.
His aura expanded outward with himself as the center.
Every movement.
Every muscle twitch.
Nothing escaped his perception.
No matter how fast or vicious Mature's attacks were, Ma Kensei reacted one step ahead.
He darted and leapt effortlessly.
The camera never stopped clicking.
In just over a minute, he took more than a hundred photos.
Each one captured Mature mid-attack.
Sharp.
Deadly.
Beautiful.
Mature noticed.
She halted abruptly.
"You can sense my attacks?"
Ma Kensei nodded.
"You felt it, didn't you? This is my En. Combined with Kūshiken."
"All your movements are visible to me."
Mature's eyes narrowed slightly.
"This is your trump card? You're telling me so easily?"
Ma Kensei laughed.
"You let me take photos. It's only fair."
"And this isn't my trump card."
"En is extremely difficult to break with brute force, unless you possess a similar skill."
Mature fell silent.
She understood.
Breaking En wasn't simple.
"...An impressive ability," she admitted.
Backstage, the fighters were equally shaken.
En was terrifyingly convenient.
Complete control over the battlefield.
No wonder Ma Kensei looked so relaxed.
"Well?" Ma Kensei asked. "Care to concede?"
"That won't do," Mature replied with a smile.
"If I concede over this, I can't explain it to my captain."
She stomped the ground and rushed forward-
Then split into three.
Attacking from three directions at once.
Afterimages.
Pure speed.
Ma Kensei let out a strange cry and put away his camera.
His small frame exploded with force.
He struck in all three directions simultaneously.
Attack to counter attack.
"Kūchū Bōha!"
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Three muffled impacts shook the air.
Shockwaves rolled outward.
The front-row audience felt their hair blown back.
Their cheeks trembled.
Teeth rattled.
Ma Kensei inhaled deeply, aura surging, and pressed the offensive.
"Ma Family Binding Technique!"
He moved to restrain her-
But in the instant before contact, Mature unleashed her aura.
The backlash blasted Ma Kensei away.
A destructive force erupted from her body.
Ma Kensei's expression shifted.
If he wasn't mistaken-
This was Orochi's power.
Orochi had eight heads.
Eight powers.
Wind.
Earth.
Flame.
Thunder.
Fang.
Dark.
Beast.
Death.
Only the Four Heavenly Kings could wield the natural elements.
Goenitz of Raging Wind.
Yashiro of Dry Earth.
Shermie of Raging Lightning.
Chris of Flame.
Mature's power was Beast.
Agility beyond reason.
Just as Ma Kensei thought she was about to go all out-
Mature withdrew her power.
She smiled.
"I concede."
Ma Kensei froze.
The audience froze.
No one expected it.
The dissatisfaction was immediate.
This wasn't satisfying at all.
Without sparing Ma Kensei another glance, Mature exited gracefully and returned to her team.
"Sorry," she said lightly. "I lost."
Iori Yagami snorted and looked away.
If Kyo Kusanagi hadn't lost earlier, he would've been furious.
But now-
Even reaching the finals wouldn't let him fight Kyo.
The tournament no longer mattered to him.
Concession or not, it was irrelevant.
Vice stepped forward.
"In that case, I'll take over."
Mature nodded.
"It's yours."
As Vice took the stage, Ma Kensei asked, "Why did your teammate concede?"
Vice shrugged.
"Probably because she couldn't beat you."
Ma Kensei's eyes flickered.
"I see. She didn't want to expose Orochi's power."
Vice's expression changed instantly.
"Who are you?"
Very few knew about Orochi.
Only the Hakkesshu.
And the Three Sacred Treasures.
Rugal had known.
But Rugal was dead.
Ma Kensei shook his head.
He didn't answer.
"Forget it. I concede."
"You fight my teammate."
He hurried offstage.
Apachai stepped up immediately, fists churning the air.
Vice's face darkened.
"Who are you people?"
"How do you know about Orochi?"
Apachai swung his fists rhythmically.
"Apachai."
"Apachai."
"Apachai..."
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