"Is Allen crazy?" Baki's eyes widened, his voice trembling.
"He had already suppressed Yujiro, so why give up the advantage? Does he even understand what that man represents?"
Oliva shook his head with a grave expression: "No, Allen is humiliating Yujiro. He wants to defeat him using the technique the other party despises the most."
Yujiro's expression gradually shifted from shock to fury, the Demon Face on his back twisting even more hideously: "Brat… you're looking for death!"
Allen stood with his hands in his pockets, a smile on his face: "Stop talking nonsense. Let me see what you're truly capable of and how much more fun you can bring me."
"Arrogant!" Yujiro roared, his body slamming towards Allen like a cannonball, his right fist tearing through the air with a violent roar as it shot towards Allen's face.
"A boring attack." Allen lightly leaped, landing on Yujiro's thick right arm.
He tapped his toes, launching himself into the air, drawing a graceful arc as his right leg whipped towards Yujiro's temple like a whip.
"Bang!"
Yujiro hastily raised his hand to block, the force of the kick causing him to stumble a few steps. He quickly steadied himself, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes—this brat had gotten faster!
He shook his numb arm and sneered: "Brat, it seems you're faster without your Demon Back?"
Allen landed lightly, his hands still in his pockets, his movements fluid and elegant, completely different from his previous wild fighting style.
"It's not faster, but more precise. It's about achieving maximum effect with the smallest possible movements."
"Hmph! Flashy nonsense!" Yujiro suddenly changed his move mid-swing, his right leg twisting at an incredible angle like a battle-axe, chopping towards Allen's shoulder.
"Slap!"
Allen merely shifted his body slightly, Yujiro's right leg grazing his pant leg and carving a deep crack in the ground.
"He missed again! Yujiro Hanma's powerful strike missed once more!" the commentator yelled excitedly.
"Allen's evasion is simply ghostly! If before it was the peak of power, then now it is the peak of technique! He has perfectly shown us what an ultimate weapon is!"
Doppo Orochi's single eye gleamed: "Yujiro is in trouble… Allen's not just dodging; he's utilizing the 'Wang Jin' (Observational Force) from Chinese Martial Arts to its extreme!"
"Legend has it that masters of 'Ting Jin' (Listening Force) and 'Wang Jin' (Observational Force) can reach a state where a feather cannot be added, a fly cannot land, and they know an attack before it touches them."
"Ting Jin and Wang Jin?" Baki looked at Doppo Orochi in confusion.
"Ting Jin is sensing an opponent's force, direction, magnitude, speed, and intention through physical contact, allowing for precise judgment."
"And Wang Jin is a top-tier technique of predicting an opponent's attack trajectory through subtle changes in their muscles," Doppo Orochi explained carefully.
"But to use this technique to such a degree, perhaps only Kaioh Kaku himself could do it before. And Allen's Wang Jin is even more terrifying; he responds almost simultaneously with Yujiro's adjustment of his attack."
In the arena, Yujiro launched a continuous barrage of fierce attacks, each strike accompanied by a tearing roar, but Allen maintained his hands-in-pockets posture, dodging with minimal movements.
"What's wrong? Is this all the strongest creature on Earth is capable of?" Allen's lips curved into a faint smile.
Yujiro's veins bulged on his forehead, his attacks becoming even more ferocious, but even as Yujiro's attacks rained down like a storm, he still couldn't hit Allen, not even once!
Allen's face always held a composed smile, effortlessly dodging. Every one of Yujiro's strikes was narrowly avoided.
"Although I really don't want to admit it, in this battle, Allen has never considered Yujiro an opponent…" Doppo Orochi's expression was now grave, unable to smile. The excitement in his heart had turned into fear.
When the gap in their strength was still understandable, Doppo Orochi would only feel excited, but when the gap became immeasurable, only the most primal emotion of animal instinct remained in his heart—fear!
He clearly realized that all the fighters present, including Yujiro, might not be a match for Allen alone. This was completely a competition on a different dimension.
Yujiro had now completely fallen into Allen's rhythm. The end time of this match depended only on when Yujiro's novelty to Allen was exhausted.
Yujiro's breathing became heavy, sweat constantly dripping from his face. His attack frequency visibly decreased, but the power of each strike became even more savage.
"Brat… are you toying with me?" Yujiro gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with furious flames.
Allen still had his hands in his pockets, easily dodging attacks: "I'm just showing you what true martial arts are."
"Stop lecturing me! I hope you're still alive after taking this!"
Yujiro's entire body tensed to the extreme, veins bulging, his Demon Back began to twist, and all his power converged into his right hand like a vortex. His already thick right arm swelled to an exaggerated degree again.
When Doppo Orochi saw Yujiro's movement, he instantly recalled a bad memory: "God Killer Strike! It seems Yujiro is going for a decisive blow…"
Years ago, when he fought Yujiro, he was struck by this move and his heart stopped. If it weren't for the divine doctor Kureha, the grass on his grave would now be at least two meters high.
Doppo Orochi's voice echoed in the waiting area, and everyone held their breath after hearing it.
Baki's pupils contracted violently, staring intently at Yujiro's charging right arm: "This is Dad's ultimate killing move?"
Oliva's expression was grave: "If Allen takes this blow head-on, he might be killed instantly."
"Finally!" A hint of excitement flashed in Allen's eyes, and he took his hands out of his pockets.
He also began to charge his right arm, his muscles swelling to the extreme, veins bulging like coiling dragons. Not a single bit of his body's power was wasted, all converging towards his right hand, like a fully drawn bow.
In the arena, the muscles of both men's right arms were twisted to the extreme. The terrifying aura even caused space to distort. The audience was silent, everyone holding their breath, awaiting this earth-shattering blow.
"That lunatic!" Doppo Orochi was extremely anxious. Would his precious vice-dojo head be killed by a single punch?
"He could clearly use technique to defuse it, why choose to take it head-on?!"
Baki's fingernails dug deeply into his palms: "Allen… what are you thinking?!"
In the Chinese waiting area, Kaiou Retsu's face was pale: "Master! Stop Allen quickly! This strike will take his life!"
Kaioh Kaku held Kaiou Retsu back: "No, Little Lin is now using a more advanced Energy Dissipation, punching from an ultimate state of tension followed by relaxation."
"When defensive Energy Dissipation transforms into offensive Energy Dissipation, modern sports, in their pursuit of explosive power, advocate relaxation."
"Baseball, throwing, boxing—these are all actions that emphasize impact. At the moment of exerting force, relax, the more relaxed the better. Therefore, the more excellent an athlete, the softer their muscles."
"The amplitude of the transition between relaxation and tension is the key to power. It's normal for you not to see it, because Allen's Energy Dissipation has reached a more profound realm."
"His Energy Dissipation is an explosion through instantaneous relaxation from a state of extreme tension. Even I cannot achieve this."
Kaioh Kaku's emotions were stirred, and he couldn't help but exclaim: "And if you miss that fleeting moment of power exertion, the power of Energy Dissipation will be greatly reduced. Allen daring to do this means he has absolute confidence in grasping that fleeting perfect timing to unleash a god-like strike!"
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