In the arena, Allen and Doppo Orochi's confrontation continued.
"Mr. Doppo, your defense is indeed excellent," Allen nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
"I'm going to get serious now, please be careful," Allen stretched his body, taking a deep breath and tensing every muscle to its limit.
Doppo Orochi took a deep breath, staring intently at the young man in front of him: "Come on! Let me see your full power!"
"Bang!"
"What?" Before Doppo Orochi could react, a sharp pain shot through his chest, and he was struck by the punch, lifted off his feet, and sent flying backward.
Doppo Orochi's pupils trembled violently. Wasn't Allen still standing there? He clearly hadn't moved! How had he been hit?
He looked towards where Allen had been, only to find that the Allen standing there had disappeared; it was an afterimage!
Doppo Orochi's body slammed heavily against the stone wall of the arena, kicking up a cloud of dust, and the audience erupted in frenzied cheers.
"So... so fast! I can't see it at all!" a fighter in the stands exclaimed.
"How was that bald guy sent flying?" A couple in the audience, the girl looked curiously at the boy beside her, trying to get an answer.
"I... I don't know, but it was awesome!" The boy shook his head and began to cheer loudly for Allen.
"Th-this... how is this possible! Allen's speed is so fast that he left an afterimage!" The commentator's voice trembled as he shouted excitedly.
In the Japan-America Alliance Team's preparation area, Baki Hanma's pupils contracted sharply at this move. This was the "teleportation" he had used against Allen for the first time.
Baki Hanma hadn't expected Allen to have modified this move so drastically, and the effect was so astonishing that even he, the creator of the technique, couldn't clearly see Allen's "teleportation."
This was probably true teleportation in every sense of the word, wasn't it???
Oliva's forehead seeped with cold sweat. He had never seen such terrifying speed: "This probably isn't a realm that humans can achieve..."
"Hahahahaha! This is what makes it interesting!" Yujiro Hanma trembled with excitement. Such an opponent was worth defeating! The stronger this kid named Allen was, the more excited he became!
In the arena, Doppo Orochi struggled to crawl out of the rubble. His chest was caved in, and blood continuously spilled from the corner of his mouth, but he still forced himself to stand up.
This time, Doppo Orochi did not choose to continue defending, but instead adopted an offensive stance. He knew that his technique was useless against an unreasonable monster like Allen.
When Yujiro Hanma fought him in his youth, he at least had some technique, but Allen defeated him purely by physical prowess. The difference in their various stats was like heaven and earth; even if Doppo Orochi had more profound techniques, they would be useless against Allen.
"Mr. Doppo, give up," Allen stood in place, his expression a little surprised. He hadn't expected Doppo Orochi to still be able to stand after taking that blow.
"What are you talking about!" Doppo Orochi wiped the blood from his mouth.
"I am the head of Shinshinkai! How can I give up so easily!" He finished, took a deep breath, and with his last ounce of strength, charged at Allen, his right fist whistling through the air as he struck at Allen.
"Sigh," Allen lightly sighed, his right hand striking out like lightning. Doppo Orochi's body was sent flying backward again, slamming heavily against the arena wall, his head lolling to the side as he completely lost consciousness.
"Oh oh oh oh—!!!" Deafening cheers erupted from the audience.
"Incredible! A complete rout! It's a rout again! The legend continues! Allen has consecutively defeated two top-tier fighters!" The commentator roared excitedly.
"He's just too strong! Is this the power of our country's ultimate weapon! Allen looks to be in excellent condition! Will he choose to continue fighting!"
"The Japan-America Alliance Team has lost two consecutive matches! Which fighter will they send out to restore morale?"
Medical personnel quickly rushed into the arena, lifting the unconscious Doppo Orochi onto a stretcher. The roar of the crowd surged, everyone stunned by the overwhelming power displayed by Allen.
"Too strong! Is this the pinnacle of Chinese Martial Arts?"
"Didn't they say that bald guy was some kind of Karate God? How come he couldn't even last three moves?"
"The ultimate weapon seems to have expended no energy at all; he can still fight! Can he take on five opponents in a row!"
Amidst the cheers of the audience, Allen began to sit cross-legged in the center of the arena. Seeing this, everyone knew that Allen intended to fight again!
The roar of the audience swept through the entire arena like a tsunami, countless eyes fixed on the white-clothed figure sitting cross-legged in the center.
"Unbelievable! After consecutively defeating two top experts, Allen actually chose to continue fighting! It seems he wants to achieve a historical feat, one perhaps unprecedented and possibly never to be repeated!"
In the front row of the stands, a white-haired old man in a black martial arts uniform trembled as he clutched the railing: "This old man has practiced martial arts for over sixty years, and I have never seen such a powerful martial artist..."
"Dad, look! That big brother is so amazing! I want to be like him too!" The little girl excitedly tugged at her father's sleeve, her small face flushed red.
The man's eyes gleamed with excitement: "Yes... He is practically a legendary Martial God, and the pillar of the Chinese Martial Arts world."
In the Japan-America Alliance Team's preparation area, the atmosphere was so thick it could almost freeze. Baki Hanma looked at Allen in the arena, his eyes burning with fighting spirit: "Who's next?"
Oliva flexed his thick neck, producing a "crack, crack" sound: "It seems it's my turn."
"Wait," Yujiro Hanma suddenly reached out to stop him.
"Let Baki go first."
Baki Hanma suddenly looked up at Yujiro: "Me?"
"That's right," Yujiro Hanma's face showed a ferocious smile.
"You really want to fight him right now, don't you? I can feel it."
Baki Hanma took a deep breath, his eyes igniting with fighting spirit: "Good!"
He finished speaking and eagerly walked towards the tunnel.
Yujiro Hanma watched Baki Hanma's retreating back and murmured: "Don't disappoint me too much, Baki..."
Baki Hanma strode into the arena, and the audience erupted in enthusiastic cheers. They knew they were about to witness another exciting match!
"The Japan-America Alliance Team has sent out Baki Hanma, this 17-year-old prodigy who was also Allen's classmate. Can he stop Allen's winning streak?" The commentator shouted excitedly.
Allen slowly stood up, looking at Baki Hanma approaching him: "Long time no see. It seems you've recovered well."
Baki Hanma grinned: "Thanks to the help of Retsu and Kaioh Ri, Allen-kun, let me see how strong you've become after these four months of training!"
Allen nodded: "I also want to know how much you've improved in these four months."
"Dong!"
The sound of the gong echoed throughout the arena, and the match officially began!
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