They are all entrepreneurs who come to participate in the death match, but unfortunately not all of them have strong enough fighters.
Just like some fighters can cut down the enemies like the Grim Reaper's scythe, while some fighters can only be cut down like the grass.
There is always a last-place student in a class of top students. Some of these entrepreneurs’ own fighters were defeated right at the start.
He is not as skilled as his opponent, and he can't throw medicine to his own fighters like in Pokémon battles.
then what should we do?
Of course, I would just accept the reality and lie down, and take a look at other people's fighting players. Who knows, when their contracts expire, they might steal the prize and let my team win.
However, rather than paying attention to people, more of the onlookers' attention was focused on Wu Yi.
Some of them thought so because they had watched the match between Wu Yi and Li Ren more than a month ago, while others had not watched it but simply thought that Wu Yi was stronger than Li Ren.
After all, Li Ren's strength lies entirely in his ten-finger razors, which can ignore all defenses and slash at human bodies just like chopping melons and vegetables. It is almost out of the scope of martial arts and should be classified as a kind of magic.
As for Wu Yi, he is purely overwhelmingly powerful. He can force a mob to retreat simply by swinging his fists and feet at will, and using the violence brought by his talent at will. Wherever he goes, he is invincible.
"Not only them, but also those few people are so strong!"
Another entrepreneur suddenly changed direction and pointed to the other side of the venue below.
As mentioned before, the space for the melee below was quite large and the venue was extremely open. While Wu Yi and Li Ren were killing people near the entrance and exit, several people at the other end of the venue were performing a one-on-many feat.
One of them was a mysterious man in an Arab cloak. He attacked extremely quickly and his moves hit the vital points directly. In the blink of an eye, the five or six people who were originally surrounding him all fell to the ground with foam at the mouth and their eyes rolled up, as if they had been electrocuted.
The second one looked like a ballet dancer, wearing a tight ballet suit, with an exaggerated golden mushroom-like hair that flew around like a jellyfish as his powerful kick swept across.
And the last one is a giant man dressed in fisherman's clothes, over two meters tall and extremely strong. He gives people the feeling of the legendary Earth Sea Lord. All his movements are bold and powerful.
"Well, that should be about right."
After knocking down the last fighter within a ten-meter radius, Wu Yi stopped and looked around.
At this time, the battle in the cabin was nearing its end. Eighty percent of the fighters were already lying on the ground wailing, and the remaining ones were falling down at a very fast speed.
I think it will be completely over in one or two minutes at most.
It was surprisingly easy...
Just as Wu Yi was thinking this, he suddenly heard the sound of hurried running behind him, accompanied by some fluent Japanese with a strong black accent.
"Hey boy! I think you seem very strong. Do you want to clash with my Patriot missile MUA?!"
"……what?"
Volume 545: Chapter You Won't Explode
Of course, it is impossible for missiles to appear in such an occasion. If they really appeared, they would definitely be something as inappropriate as Transformers.
In this case, the only possibility is human.
Wu Yi managed to see clearly that it was a middle-aged black man with a very strong physique. He did not have dreadlocks that could easily breed bacteria. Instead, he had short hair close to his scalp and a mouthful of bright white teeth that could almost be used in a black toothpaste advertisement.
Especially the muscles in the legs and buttocks, which look like they are about to burst through the trousers.
There is nothing wrong with this in itself, and many fitness hunks can reach this level.
However, the problem is that he is not tall, which makes him look short and stocky, like a thick spring. Especially with his dark skin, suspenders and white shirt, the overall feeling he gives people is very... greasy.
When Wu Yi noticed him, the oily black man was clenching his fists in front of him, leaning forward at full speed as if he was sprinting. Wherever he went, it was like a tornado, and all the fighters who were hit by his fists were blown away without exception.
What the hell is this...
Wu Yi was completely stunned when he saw it for the first time.
It's not like he hasn't encountered fighters who excel in speed, but that speed is usually reflected in punches and kicks.
But if this is reflected in the running speed, could it be that he has practiced the legendary dump truck pictographic fist that is used to send people to another world?
The whole thing just highlights four words - great force to make bricks fly.
Just when Wu Yi felt that he couldn't understand but was greatly shocked, he saw the oily black man drifting at an ultra-high speed and knocking away a group of small fighters. Then he pushed the ground with his legs to brake, and two charred and smoking marks were left on the soles of his shoes where they rubbed against the ground.
Then he changed direction, aimed at Wu Yi and started the mud truck pictographic fist stance again.
"Hey boy! You seem very strong, let's have a fight! Remember my name, my name is Jerry Tyson! Eat my Scud missile!!!"
The oily black man... No, it was Jerry Tyson who suddenly exerted force with his legs. The leg muscles that were already swollen and fully bulging out of his trousers swelled again, and then in the next second they really shot out like a thick spring.
I'm serious...
Listening to the oncoming sound of breaking through the air, Wu Yi let out a light click of his tongue.
There is definitely no point in dodging. Judging from the opponent's performance just now, it seems that he has the skill to turn at will while moving at high speed.
If that's the case, just let the other party go away.
Thinking of this, Wu Yi sneered.
"Scud missile? Is that the name of the martial art you use?"
"NONONO!"
The natural advantages of black people and their acquired strong body allow Jerry Tyson to speak freely even when he is running at full speed, and his voice is like a whistling wind.
"This is just one of the moves. The real name of the martial arts I use is - J-shaped pictographic fist!"
With such a high-speed sprint, the distance between the two disappeared in the blink of an eye. Seeing that the pair of black fists were about to hit his body, Wu Yi calmly moved half a step to the side, moving himself away from Jerry Tyson's attack path.
But Jerry Tyson was not panicked. Instead, he laughed as if he had expected this to happen.
"HOHO~ You actually want to dodge like this? This idea is sweeter than the apple pie my mom made... huh? Huh?"
The voice that was full of confidence just a second ago suddenly became distorted, and Jerry Tyson suddenly found that the skill that he used to be able to turn at will at high speeds had failed at this moment.
Not only that, he was also rushing in the completely opposite direction. Wu Yi, who was supposed to be on his attack route, disappeared, and was replaced by an indestructible steel wall!
Are you dazzled?
No, it’s not that I’m dazzled, I was pushed away!
"The bullet's forward force is certainly strong, but it also means that it will be quite weak against the force coming from the side. A gust of wind, a drop of rain, or even just passing through a leaf can change its landing point."
Wu Yi exhaled slowly and retracted his hands that were in Tai Chi posture.
“A little effort can achieve a great result. This is exactly what I mean.”
After saying this, he turned around and left, as if he had acquiesced that Jerry Tyson had been defeated and retired.
But at the same time, Ibuki Mio, who had a clearer view from the top, discovered something wrong.
She noticed that Jerry Tyson, who was supposed to smash into the male gun head-on and then spin his head like a bird and completely lose consciousness, actually adjusted his position at the moment before hitting the wall, retracted his fists in front of him for attack, and instead kicked his legs forward.
Is this to... use the reaction force to launch another attack?
Realizing this, Ibuki Mio didn't care too much and put aside her usual tsundere image without thinking and shouted loudly.
"Idiot! It's not over yet, don't let your guard down!"
But her voice was still too soft. As soon as the words came out, they were blown away by the whistling sea breeze. The remaining volume could not be heard by anyone in the cabin filled with the deafening sound of killing.
boom!
With a dull thud, Jerry Tyson stomped his feet hard on the iron wall inside the cabin, and all previous accelerations were reduced to zero at this moment.
Then he exerted all his strength, and the muscles in his legs, which had already swelled to a terrifying degree, swelled further. The strength that was close to the limit made his oily and shiny old face turn a little red.
"Naive! How naive! Do you think you can avoid my Scud missiles like this? My Scud missiles will never stop before hitting the enemy!"
The iron wall creaked and made a sound of deformation. The wall, which had already suffered a heavy stomping, actually sank slightly under the secondary force. Jerry Tyson also used the reaction force of this blow to transform into a missile again and shot out!
But this time he did not raise his fists forward. Instead, he swung his arms at high speed, using his shoulders as the attack point and heading straight for Wu Yi's back.
Meat bomb impact!
But Wu Yi seemed to be completely unaware of the movement behind him, and continued walking forward and talking.
"You know what? Actually, the prerequisite for using a little force to move a huge object is that you must first have the strength of a huge object."
After he finished speaking, Wu Yi stopped, held his breath, and without hesitation, he threw a heavy elbow backwards!
Bang! ! !
His blow hit Jerry Tyson's unprotected face without reservation. The collision of the two opposing forces was like a bolt from the blue. Jerry Tyson flew backwards with blood gushing from his mouth and nose and his eyes rolled up.
Wu Yi retracted his elbow and shrugged: "Oh, yes, there is one more thing I forgot to mention. The reason why modern weapons are powerful is because they can explode, not because they can crush people to death. But you can't explode. For a purely physical attack like yours, I suggest you refer to the space-based cannon. Just start practicing with zero-protection bungee jumping... or you can just fast forward to Allahu Akbar."
Volume 546: Chapter Someone is going to be beaten
At the same time that Wu Yi defeated Jerry Tyson in two rounds, the melee in the arena was gradually coming to an end.
As the last of the minions was knocked down and unable to get up again, the sound of a broadcast being connected suddenly came from the internal broadcast of the seemingly abandoned cruise ship.
Then the voice of the Kengankai manager who had announced the start of the preliminaries over the loudspeaker came from inside.
"First of all, congratulations to everyone for passing the preliminaries. Next, please ask the five fighters who passed the preliminaries and their related companies to come up to the deck first."
squeak--
A dull, teeth-grinding sound rang out in the dark space mixed with the smell of rust and blood. The iron gates of the entrance and exit that had been closed and could not be opened again after everyone arrived were actually slowly opened to both sides under the voice remote control of the broadcast.
The radio seemed to think that this was enough, and after the last sentence, no more sound was heard.
"Hey, it's just like beating the French hip-hop team."
Wu Yi yawned and put his hands back into his pockets, still looking unhurried, but took the lead and walked towards the exit.
As you step onto the deck, the cool, fresh sea breeze immediately blows towards you.
The connecting bridge leading to the Kengan has been built at the edge of the deck, and representatives from five companies corresponding to the five qualified fighters are already waiting nearby.
Oh no, to be exact, there are only four.
After all, there is one company where the boss and the fighter are magically the same person.
Of course, what is even more amazing is Wuyi Trading Company. Other companies usually have only one representative, but he has more than ten people, which can form a small team on the deck.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Seeing Wu Yi being the first to come up, Sakayanagi Arisu immediately said with a smile.
However, Kikyo Kushida, Airi Sakura and Ichinose were a little nervous. They came up to Wu Yi and started to touch and look at her body here and there.
"Are you hurt? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
"Nothing, don't be nervous."
Wu Yi smiled and pinched the soft faces of the three girls lovingly.
"It's just mowing the grass, how can I get hurt?"
"Really do not have?"
"of course."
After receiving repeated assurances from someone, the girls finally felt relieved.
At the same time, the other four fighters who also qualified also came to the deck.
Especially Li Ren, who originally wanted to say a few words to Wu Yi, but when he saw that this guy was surrounded by so many beautiful girls and they seemed to be very close friends, the smile on his face disappeared in an instant.
You really deserve to
He even pointed at the latter as they passed by, which made Wu Yi look puzzled, thinking that he didn't seem to have offended this guy in any way.
"Now, please go through the connecting bridge to the Kengan."
In the twilight, the manager of the Kengan Society stood beside the bridge entrance and bowed slightly.
The connecting bridge was connected quite firmly. When Wu Yi stepped on it with both feet, the bridge remained motionless without any shaking.
So he took a bold step forward, and seeing this, Karuizawa Kei and others behind him followed.
After crossing the communication bridge and arriving on the deck of the Kengan, the material under your feet suddenly changes from rusty and plain steel plates to smooth and shiny solid wood floors. The huge contrast makes people feel as if they have suddenly returned from the 18th century to the modern 21st century.
Soon, the five fighters who qualified from the preliminaries all crossed the connecting bridge and arrived on the deck of the Kengan.
And appearing in front of them were hundreds of guardians dressed in black suits and arranged in a square formation.
Katara Metō, who had been waiting for this for a long time, moved a small stool and sat in the middle position. On his left and right sides were Wang Sen Zhengmichi and Yingshan Minoru. They were wearing black kimonos that fluttered in the night sea breeze.
"Everyone, I am very satisfied with your results. Originally, this meeting was supposed to take place tomorrow morning, but I really didn't expect you to finish the preliminaries so quickly. So I will discuss some related matters now."
Katahara Metō gently tapped the deck beneath his feet with the cane in his hand.
"First of all, according to the original plan, including the five of you who have qualified from the preliminaries, plus the twenty-eight companies that have already boarded the Kengan, a total of thirty-three companies will compete for the championship. As for the specific rules, I will explain them later, but now let's have a welcome ceremony first. I will take you to the ship... oh?"
