"But everyone's title is determined by the patriarch of our Wu family, that is, my grandfather. That's how my brother explained it. I don't know what my grandfather thought specifically."
"That's it..."
Just when everyone's attention was focused on the second "Wu" who appeared in this desperate match, Wu Yi, the person involved, seemed a little loose.
He walked out of the entrance slowly, and under the bright spotlight above his head, he covered his mouth with one hand and yawned.
"Sister Meixiang, what the hell, what masterpiece? It makes me sound like a tool that was expelled from school and brought back to be trained by my own father."
Wu Yi muttered to himself while looking to the other side.
At another exit leading to the center of the arena, Uzumaki Sukiyozuru, with whom he had made a bet before, was talking to a skinny, long-haired boy who was walking on all fours in a strange posture.
"Inaba-kun, this match is very important to me. I want to win at all costs... Please."
Guatian's tone was extremely serious. Even if he said he was entrusting the game to someone, I'm afraid some people would believe it.
The echoing voice disappeared in the corridor. Inaba was silent for a moment, then he lifted up the long hair hanging in front of his forehead, turned his head to reveal his face, which had quite cute features but looked rather sickly and pale due to lack of sunlight for many years. He grinned and made a scissors sign to the melon field.
"Leave it to me~★"
On the other side, Katara Shoka actually walked down the commentary desk with a microphone in her hand, came to Wu Yi, and waved to the other side.
"Next up is the Panasonic competitor! The terrifying assassin will fight with all his might! All he wants is victory! He is 155cm tall and weighs 62kg! He is the undisputed smallest and lightest heavyweight in this tournament! First fight in the Kengan Tournament! Panasonic's exclusive fighter - 'Black Cursed Ghost' Inaba Ryo!!!"
"Aha……"
Wu Yi yawned again.
Hmm, the current leader of the Inaba-ryu? Come on, come on.
Volume 565: Chapter You Can't Beat Me
Click, click...
It's like the sound of some unknown creatures in the Raccoon City sewers that have mutated and grown cold, sticky tentacles walking across the mossy concrete floor that has not been exposed to sunlight for years. It sounds particularly weird in the heated atmosphere of the game.
Wu Yi raised his head slightly and glanced sideways.
In the rising and spreading smoke, a familiar figure that had been seen on the Kengan slowly emerged.
The body that looks frail but is actually full of strength, the strange way of walking on all fours, the extremely long hair that drags on the ground like seaweed, and the thin and pale face with only one eye exposed...
The contemporary leader of the "Inaba-ryu" assassination clan - Inaba Ryo!
To be honest, the first person Wu Yi thought of when he saw the other person was KuBi from the Phantom Troupe in Hunter x Hunter.
Because Kubiki has almost the same hairstyle, and only one eye is exposed.
I just wonder if it would be more effective if we moved the battle scene to the bathroom...
Wu Yi's mind was full of hell jokes.
"hiss……"
"Fu..."
Ok?
The sudden sound of breathing interrupted Wu Yi's thoughts. The sound came from Inaba Ryo who had just arrived on the scene.
The latter was seen getting on all fours and lowering his body's center of gravity further, making a posture similar to that of cats and dogs stretching backwards, and then fixed himself, with his body rising and falling with his breathing.
That is not a sign of a relaxed body, but rather the intimidating aura that a predator instinctively emits when locking onto its prey.
At this moment, Wu Yi felt like he was standing on a huge spider web, and the Inaba Ryo in front of him was the spider on the web!
Ugh, boring little trick...
Ignoring this artificially created sense of oppression, Wu Yi dug his ears with his little finger.
"The players have already entered the arena, so without further delay, both sides should take their positions and prepare—"
While the two were confronting each other, the referee, who had come between the two on the field, raised one hand high, and after a one-second pause, swung it down heavily with the momentum of splitting mountains and rocks.
"start!!!"
It's like the starting gun at a track and field event.
The moment the referee's arm fell, Inaba Ryo used his legs, hands and feet to move away from his original position and lean forward at an extremely fast speed, arriving in front of Wu Yi in almost the blink of an eye.
Then, he thrust forward and landed straight at Wu Yi's face!
Snapped!
Wu Yi gently waved his left hand, intercepting the straight thrust midway, and then grabbed Inaba Ryo's wrist and locked it.
"What, didn't you eat?"
Wu Yi taunted in a low voice, and before Inaba Ryo's second attack could come, he twisted his waist and took a step sideways, then casually swung his hand and threw the latter out like a boomerang.
This is a difference in absolute magnitude. Not to mention the height, the weight difference between the two sides is nearly twice as much. Coupled with the advantage of the Wu family's bloodline transformation for thousands of years, even if Wu Yi wants to suppress Inaba Ryo purely by strength in a normal state, it will be easier than when Wu Lei'an uses the liberation to suppress the priest.
The flight was nearly ten meters. Inaba Ryo adjusted his body position in mid-air, and his four limbs touched the ground at the moment of landing, which reduced the impact to the greatest extent.
"Tsk, Wu Yi, that idiot!"
In the audience seats on the other side, Wu Lei'an, who witnessed Wu Yi throwing his opponent away, put his elbows on the backs of the chairs on both sides and spat in dissatisfaction.
"I had already caught that little guy's wrist, but he actually let him go. If it were me, I would just crush his bones and then twist his head off and kick it like a ball!"
Such a manic speech naturally quickly aroused the dissatisfaction of Wu Lianyi who was standing aside.
"Leian, you still have the nerve to say that. You were just fooling around on the field just now, and someone almost mistook your head for a ball, didn't you?"
Wu Lei'an immediately retorted: "Huh? Lianyi, why don't you say that again? If you're not convinced, let's fight here and see who kicks whose head like a ball in the end, how about that?"
"Well, Lianyi, don't be too harsh. I think what Lei'an did on the field before was not completely unacceptable."
At the critical moment, it was Wu Horixiong who acted as peacemaker.
"After all, we are only in the top 16 now. In this life-and-death match, we can only be regarded as appetizers at best. Those who are strong enough to stand in the back are still thinking about how to keep as many trump cards as possible. The liberation of our Wu clan is no secret to some people. In comparison, it is more important to retain the skills that can be used as a trump card."
"Hey, did you hear that? Idiot—"
Seeing that someone supported him, Wu Lei'an became even more arrogant, sticking out his tongue and mocking Wu Lianyi violently.
Although Wu Lianyi was unhappy, he knew that this guy was just like that. Besides, it was not good to make a big fuss here, so he simply rolled his eyes and ignored him.
At the same time, the exciting confrontation on the field has entered the third round.
Inaba Ryo's fighting style obviously perfectly inherits the assassination characteristics of the Inaba style, emphasizing speed, accuracy and ruthlessness. Almost all of his punches and kicks are concentrated on one point to break the surface, but Wu Yi is faster than him and his movements are more precise.
Another kick came from bottom to top with a sound of breaking through the air, with the toes as the tip of the spear. Wu Yi did not retreat a single step, but simply dodged it by slightly turning his face to negate it.
The leg wind cut his cheek, and he backhanded a low kick, hitting Inaba Ryo's other leg that served as the main support for his body.
Realizing that his balance was about to be broken, Inaba Ryo immediately supported himself with one hand and jumped back to create some distance before landing again.
His pupils were round under his kelp-like long hair, staring at Wu Yi who was in the center of the venue.
Wu Yi also tilted his head and looked back.
The two sides were sizing each other up from a distance of five meters, but one side attacked with all its might but to no avail, while the other side leisurely defended itself impeccably.
"Go back and be your assassin."
Wu Yi suddenly spoke.
"I don't mean to look down on you, but your Inaba-ryu is, after all, pure assassination techniques. Using assassination techniques openly on the ring is like asking a groundhog and an antelope to compete in speed on a concrete floor. There is no comparison between the two sides, not to mention—"
He didn't say anything more after that, but just took a step back.
On the ground where Wu Yi was originally standing, there was an extremely clear and complete right foot footprint.
In other words, from the beginning of the game until now, his entire range of movement has never exceeded one step!
"So, do you understand?" Wu Yi shrugged. "I'll say it again, go back and be an assassin. At least you can't beat me in the ring."
"...No, I promised Sukiyozuru, so I will never lose."
Inaba Ryo lifted his long hair from his forehead to reveal his pale cheeks and spoke. This was the first time he spoke since he came on stage.
"If we can't win in an open arena, then the next step is assassination."
After saying this, he suddenly changed the way he walked and began to rub the soles of his feet violently.
Waves of yellowish smoke began to rise and spread over the stadium.
Volume 566: Chapter : What happens when an assassin confronts a warrior?
The air was filled with smoke and the smell of earth was strong.
The venue, which was as calm as an ice skating rink not long ago, was now filled with a lot of smoke and dust.
Inaba Ryo was seen posing in a horse stance, with his upper body slightly leaning forward and his arms hanging naturally in front of him. Most parts of his body remained in a fixed posture, and he was moving at high speed on the ground in the room only by the friction between his heels and forefoot and the ground. He looked like a terrifying robot in Red Alert.
As he continued to move, his body rose and fell, leaving a series of blurry afterimages behind him, like a clone.
Seeing this scene, Katahara Shoka, who had already returned to the commentary desk, excitedly grabbed the microphone and stood up and shouted.
"What, what's going on! Contestant Inaba is circling around Contestant Wu Yi at an extremely fast speed! Is he trying to make Contestant Wu Yi dizzy?!"
"Oh, dizzy? How is it possible..."
Uzuta Sukiyozou, who was standing at the entrance, sneered and adjusted his glasses.
"This is the unique footwork of the Inaba-ryu—the stomping step. The principle is somewhat similar to the shuffling dance. Although it does seem to be just a small dose of mystery at first glance, as for its specific horror, I believe you will soon experience it."
Wu Yi on the field naturally couldn't hear Gua Tian's mumbling voice in the corridor.
He didn't even look at Inaba Ryo in particular, but just continued to stand there very calmly, looking left and right from time to time.
He looked more like a tourist than a fighter who was actually fighting.
After all, as a family of assassins, the Wu clan also has similar versions of the same techniques.
As Wu Yi was the ultimate masterpiece that had taken 1,300 years to cultivate after mastering all the techniques of the Wu clan, he had already mastered similar skills when he was less than ten years old.
Now that Inaba Ryo used it in front of him, it couldn't bring the slightest shock to Wu Yi at all.
At most I would think - ah, I have mastered it pretty well.
That's it.
Inaba Ryo continued to circle, and the smoke on the field became thicker and thicker. As the misty dust spread in all directions under the flow of air, even those who were closer could vaguely smell the dust mixed with sweat and blood in the audience seats.
chant--!
Suddenly, Inaba stopped moving his feet and moved like a terrifying robot. He exerted force with his legs and leaped backwards, his figure instantly disappearing in the rising dust.
Oh?
Wu Yi was still thinking about what the other party would do next. The next second, he heard a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and three strands of long black hair pierced through the smoke like tentacles or whips and rushed towards where he was sitting.
The Inaba clan attacks with their hair.
Wu Yi had already heard about this from Wu Horixiong when he was on the Kengan yesterday.
Without any hesitation, Wu Yi dodged sideways and at the same time stretched out his hand to grab the long hair that was being whipped by Inaba Ryo.
Admittedly, it is extremely troublesome to capture the opponent's figure through such a large smoke. In addition, Inaba Ryo has long-distance and large-scale attack methods, which is overwhelmingly disadvantageous to Wu Yi who is unarmed and dares not act rashly. But as long as he grabs his pigtail and drags him out of the smoke, all the troubles will be solved.
Wu Yi had indeed originally planned to do so.
However, just as he dodged two of the whipping strands of hair and grabbed the third strand to pull Inaba Ryo towards him, he inexplicably felt something tied up his feet that were not covered with shoes under his black training suit.
? !
Realizing that something was wrong, Wu Yi suddenly lowered his head and looked down.
I saw that a bunch of long black hair, which should have been avoided by him and fell to the ground, was tightly wrapped around his ankles. It was very heavy, giving people the feeling that it was not a bunch of hair, but something more like an iron chain.
No... But how did you do that? Why can your hair on the ground be tied to your ankles? Does that mean your hair can move independently?
What is the fist of Medusa?
"Is it so scary?"
Wu Yi was mumbling something, but his feet didn't slow down at all.
Just before he felt a pulling sensation on his ankle that was entangled in his hair, Wu Yi concentrated, held his breath, and kicked down heavily.
This kick seemed to possess the essence of Bajiquan. The force was so powerful and strong that it was like a thunderclap in the sky, causing the ground to shatter and crack.
The small and hard pieces of soil bounced around, and Wu Yi stepped one foot into the ground, fixing his body in this way.
Then he grasped another strand of hair in his hand, gathered his strength and pulled it hard.
