Martial artists can never be ultimately insulted

Located in Yuan Chen's palm, the fighter felt a chilling pain in his calf, followed by a sensation of blood flowing backwards towards his head due to centrifugal force as he swung the weapon.

Meanwhile, amidst the surrounding carnage, the fighter transformed into a flesh-colored streak of light, flashing like an arc under his violent swing. Accompanied by the whooshing sound of wind, he crashed into the airborne carnage that had not yet landed.

Flesh collided, bones shattered, and a series of dull, oppressive sounds rang out one after another. Sprays of blood spread through the air like fireworks, and the continuous dripping sound on the ground was like a torrential rain. Bones were broken and colliding, and the violently severed limbs lay scattered haphazardly, making it difficult to distinguish who belonged to whom.

"Roar! What a powerful blow!"

Although no one was on the Destiny, the lobby of the Kengan still displayed footage of all the participants from the Destiny in battle, out of curiosity about the Destiny.

In order to get a better understanding of their upcoming opponents, the presidents, chairmen, and CEOs of the top 28 large companies in the Kengan Association also brought their secretaries and fighters to watch the match.

Now, not to mention others, even Katahara Miedo and Wu Huili, who had some understanding of Yuan Chen's strength, couldn't help but narrow their eyes at this moment.

"So, A'er, are you confident in facing Brother Yuan Chen?"

Upon hearing Katahara Mitsudo's words, Kano Aya also stared at the terrifying attack that Yuan Chen was displaying on the screen.

Or rather, Gana's gaze never left the screen—although this was the first time Gana had witnessed Yuan Chen's battle in person, she had heard Yuan Chen's name more than once before.

Katahara Sayaka was very interested in Yuan Chen and wanted to learn more about him. She even helped organize and promote the women's fighting team. As a shield and axe player, Katahara Retsudo should have had many negative views or even hostility towards Yuan Chen.

But what was the result? Although she did have some reservations about her sister's affection and enthusiasm for Yuan Chen, Katahara Retsudo's feelings were mostly helplessness, without developing much resentment, hostility, or hatred. She even privately recommended Yuan Chen's restaurant to Gana E...

Even when inquiring about Yuan Chen from the three dynasties, they all praised him highly, believing that Yuan Chen was a very good martial artist worth befriending.

To be honest, the reactions of so many people gave Gana a basic impression of Yuan Chen, but also made Gana curious.

If it weren't for knowing that Katahara Retsudo and Misaki were no ordinary people, Kano Aya would have wondered if Yuan Chen had drugged or given them some kind of mind-altering potion, which would explain the overwhelmingly positive reviews she received.

Now, watching the moment Yuan Chen swung the fighter away as a weapon—in the instant the camera captured it, the unfortunate fighter's body was stretched into a blurry, flesh-colored arc by centrifugal force, while the others who were thrown away with him hung in mid-air in various twisted postures, as if they were being blasted and scattered like porcelain, yet still maintaining a relative integrity.

Ghana looked at the scene and slowly began to speak.

"If it's just pure power, I think this fighter named Yuan Chen has reached the pinnacle of the Kengan Association... at least, he's definitely one of the closest to the pinnacle. But if it's just power, that's fine. What I'm more concerned about is his technique and the legendary golden flames."

With a slight frown, Ghana said in a deep voice, "Such a heavy blow, although somewhat exaggerated, is something I am confident I could do if I were prepared, against an opponent of this caliber."

"But what I find somewhat incomprehensible..."

Looking at the fighters smashed into a heap in the scene, Ghana frowned slightly and said:

"Such a heavy blow, held in Yuan Chen's hand, would have been enough to cause the fighter, who was being used as a weapon, to have his bones broken, or even his body explode... But now, it's just a simple fracture? The flesh and blood are even still connected? How did he do that?"

"Hehe," a light, indifferent laugh came from the side. Then Wu Huili stepped out of the shadows and said slowly, "The answer is in what you just said."

Upon seeing Wu Huiliyang, Ghana E immediately bowed in greeting.

As the first Fang of the Destroyer, both Kano Aya, the Guardians, and even the Annihilation Force are very familiar with and respect Wu Huili.

Now, after hearing Wu Huiliyang's prompt, Gana E recalled for a moment and then asked curiously, "Is it... golden flames?"

"To be precise, it's life energy," Wu Huili said, looking up at the screen.

"Look at him, what a good kid! Even when using someone as a weapon in battle, he still doesn't forget to use his life energy to strengthen that person's physical condition to prevent them from dying instantly during the swinging process!"

Wu Huili did not hide her voice, and as her voice spread, the broadcast hall of the Kengan fell silent.

Although Wu Huili appeared to be praising Yuan Chen's compassion, the people present realized something more important.

This guy named Yuan Chen actually had the energy to protect the other fighters. In other words—

Is this still not his full strength?!

Volume 1: 165 Cleaning

Yuan Chen had no idea how the top 28 companies on the Kengan were reacting to his performance, or rather, even if he did know, he wouldn't care.

The reason is simple: whether they despise or respect, fear or fearlessness, in the end they all resort to violence.

Located in that abandoned warehouse, Yuan Chen stood up from his waving posture, his aura surging, and the blood that had adhered to his body during the beating fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

Looking around, they were horrified by the sight of the perpetrator, and even instinctively backed away, trying to avoid his gaze...

As expected, it still scared people.

Thinking this, a genuine sense of helplessness appeared on Yuan Chen's face.

He yearns for battle and carnage, and is madly longing for that desperate situation where he can either kill or be killed, but even so, Yuan Chen rarely lays a hand on the weak.

Even if the other side has a numerical advantage, it is still the same.

The reason is simple... fear is contagious, and the process and intensity of this contagion will double exponentially as the battle progresses.

Ultimately, this psychological advantage derived from numbers is like a rootless duckweed, merely a way to comfort oneself and tell oneself that 'at least you have the advantage of having more people,' nothing more.

Once it is discovered that the advantage of having a large number of people is completely ineffective, this confidence built up through psychological comfort will collapse at an alarming speed, dragging the already meager fighting spirit into the abyss.

As such, at a glance, apart from a handful of people, no one else could even make eye contact with Yuan Chen.

Feeling this boredom, Yuan Chen stood still and couldn't help but raise his head slightly.

"never mind."

Yuan Chen shook his head, his voice echoing in the cargo hold: "Although the Kengan Deathmatch tournament is indeed very appetizing... desserts can only be served as appetizers or as a finishing touch."

As they spoke, facing the stench, Yuan Chen calmly squatted down on the ground.

It wasn't the lowered center of gravity stance as before, nor was it any stance or starting position typical of any martial arts style. Instead... it resembled a top-level athlete crouching on the starting blocks.

Yes, that's the starting action of a T-shaped track.

He spread his arms wide, his five fingers landing firmly on the rusty and salty metal floor of the metal cargo hold.

With arms hanging down on the ground, the front knee bent at a 90-degree angle, the back leg fully bent, the foot pushing off the ground, the firm and perky buttocks lifted upwards, higher than the shoulders, the center of gravity shifted forward, all the muscles in the body tensed, the whole body brimming with blood and energy, accompanied by the bulging of the thighs, the powerful force seemed to be constantly injected into that strong body in people's eyes.

Just as people were wondering why Yuan Chen was doing this, Yuan Chen made his move.

Without the sound of a starting gun, Yuan Chen's shoulder slammed forward. Just as his upper body was about to land, his thighs suddenly extended explosively, his feet slamming into the ground with a dull hum. His front leg stepped forward, and his arms swung back and forth dramatically. Rather than a starting move, his 196-kilogram body was more like a heavy truck suddenly starting up, pushing his speed to its limit in a very short distance.

The next moment, in everyone's sight, Yuan Chen really transformed into a truck.

Before anyone could even catch a glimpse of his next move, as if just a moment after the start of the race, his body transformed into a blur, crashing into the crowd like a cannonball, or like a bowling ball hitting a pin. The entire wall of people was torn apart with a series of dull thuds, and in an instant, it was less like they were knocked away and more like they were scattered.

People were standing too close together, and the moment Yuan Chen rushed in, they realized the imminent danger and instinctively dodged to the sides.

Like pike entering a school of sardines, the sardines instinctively scattered into the distance; or like a boulder crashing into a grain of sand, before they could react, one figure after another was blasted away like sacks of cloth, or like victims at a car accident, their bodies twisted and tumbling in the air before finally falling into freefall!

Seeing this, even the slowest person would immediately realize that Yuan Chen was trying to eliminate all the weak fighters.

Upon realizing this, people's first reaction is not to retaliate or become angry, but rather to further evade their surroundings.

But in that instant, a figure suddenly burst out from the crowd of people who were trying to hide.

He wore a white undershirt and tight-fitting overalls. His skin was dark, his arms were straight out in front of him, his short, curly hair clung to his scalp, and his eyes were wide open like cowbells.

Jerry Tyson, affiliated with 22nd Century Fax Company. Kengan record: 3 wins, 0 losses. He acquired assets worth 1.952 billion yen for the company!

Jerry Tyson stared intently at Yuan Chen, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

Under other circumstances, he wouldn't have targeted Yuan Chen. After all, Yuan Chen's almost flawless strength was suffocating just to look at.

Explaining it in the way of martial arts would definitely leave people wondering where to begin, right? After all, Yuan Chen simply runs around, and his reckless charge has eliminated countless skilled opponents.

However, if explained using a game analogy, it becomes exceptionally simple—it's just that the combat power test failed, and then it was directly killed.

However, this running style has its flaws. In other words, it's a running posture designed for running, not for combat.

Although Yuan Chen's powerful physique became his most lethal weapon at this rapid pace, it also left his defensive stance vulnerable.

And now—the flank!

Jay Tyson was confident that if he could land a hit, given the speed of this guy named Yuan Chen, he would be able to inflict a lot of effective damage!

The reason why Tyson had this idea is quite simple – pictographic coupons.

Born in Detroit, USA, Tyson displayed extraordinary talent in sports from elementary school, especially in sprinting, where he was selected to participate in the national competition at the age of 15.

At the age of 17, he came to the Tang Kingdom because of his father and began to practice the Pictographic Scripture—a martial art that incorporates wild power into the theory of boxing by imitating animals.

Relying on his innate talent, he surpassed his master in just five years.

But what followed was a deep-seated doubt.

Why do humans imitate beasts?

With human evolution, the era in which beasts possessed overwhelming power has long since ended. Today, it is humans wielding weapons who truly pose a threat.

And by imitating these beasts that are weaker than humans... then, Jerry Tyson had an epiphany.

What should be imitated is—weapons.

So, after another seven years, Mike Tyson finally mastered this amazing skill—the J-style imitation boxing that mimics modern weapons! And the greatest masterpiece among them is the Scud missile.

Like a sprinter, lower your center of gravity. Even if your attack is dodged, you can adjust your stance and unleash your fighting spirit to quickly reach your maximum speed and concentrate all your speed, power, and mass into your fist!

In comparison, although Yuan Chen also enhanced his speed through running, this kind of athletic stance was full of flaws in the eyes of Jerry Tyson!

"Come on, let me show you what professional-level impact really means!!"

Looking at Tyson, who was charging from the side and trying to blast him into the air, Yuan Chen raised an eyebrow slightly, and related memories surfaced in his mind.

Well, while her abilities as a fighter are somewhat difficult to assess, her skills as a host are quite solid. Although she is not as passionate as Katahara Sayaka, she is indeed a very important narrator of the 'Kengan Physics' in the story.

However... I'd better go back to being a commentator.

Watching Tyson hurtle toward him, Yuan Chen remained silent, continuing to run under Tyson's gaze while raising his left arm.

Upon seeing this, Tyson's eyes narrowed slightly, as if to say, 'Oh? So you can still spare a hand to attack?!'

Feeling the astonishment in Tyson's eyes, Yuan Chen was completely bewildered—otherwise what? I was just running, not having my hands tied.

The next moment, accompanied by the sound of flesh colliding, Tyson's figure was thrown into the air, and with a dull thud, he landed on the ground, kicking his legs and falling into a deep, infant-like sleep.

Now that he had already started, Yuan Chen simply went all out and attacked from both sides.

Another punch was thrown to the side. A fighter who had barely dodged Yuan Chen's running track noticed the fierce wind and looked desperate. He hurriedly raised his arms to block, but then, accompanied by a tooth-grinding sound, he was brutally blasted away, just like Jay Tyson.

The heavy body crashed into the cabin wall, making a heavy, short thud as it hit the metal plate. It was unconscious when it fell.

With another right punch, the fighter clearly understood Yuan Chen's terrifying power, so he did not try to block, but instead cut in from the side and launched a fierce attack on Yuan Chen's ribs.

Unfortunately, before his fingertips could even touch Yuan Chen's vest, Yuan Chen's fist had already swept past his shoulder and slammed into his chest like a streak of light.

It was as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer; his burly body was blasted over by a single punch, his body slamming into two people and knocking them over. The three of them rolled into a ball, emitting weak moans.

Another target was Yuan Chen's legs—Morimoto Masayuki, affiliated with Linta Pharmaceuticals, had a record of six wins and zero losses in Kengan, which brought the company assets of 78.273 billion yen. His powerful low kicks had broken his opponents' shinbones more than once in previous matches, earning him the nickname "Bone Cutter."

As the fierce wind blew, when his low sweeping leg struck Yuan Chen's shin, Yuan Chen's leg didn't even flinch. Immediately afterward, feeling the surging force, his expression changed drastically.

It wasn't a direct counterattack; in fact, Yuan Chen's movements didn't change much. Especially from an outsider's perspective, it looked as if Yuan Chen sensed the resistance on his calf and then applied a little force, after which the Bone Cutter's well-honed right leg was directly broken.

With a broken lower leg, he lost his balance and fell forward. Before he could land, he was knocked away by Yuan Chen, who was speeding by.

Even under such circumstances, shouldn't we say that Kengan is indeed one of the top giants in the underground fighting community? Even under such circumstances, someone still managed to pass Yuan Chen's combat power test.

Looking at Yuan Chen charging towards him, Tokita Ohma was tense, but a smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

In the instant of their approach, his body erupted with power. His strong muscles, amplified by this power, became like a copper wall or an iron barrier. At the moment of impact, a burst of energy exploded. Although his body was violently knocked back two meters by Yuan Chen as if he had been slid sideways, and even the rubber soles of his shoes were slightly charred from the intense friction, he still stubbornly maintained his stance and was not injured in any way.

Yuan Chen did not pursue them, but instead continued to charge at the other people who had not yet undergone combat capability testing.

Having realized Yuan Chen's purpose, although annoyed by Yuan Chen's arrogance, they had also witnessed Yuan Chen's strength. Some martial artists who were confident in their solid basic skills also took the initiative to move forward.

Among them, while some were directly blasted away, others withstood Yuan Chen's attacks and survived the test.

However, passing the test does not mean that you are out of danger.

Similarly, Tokita Ohma withstood the impact of Genjin. Although he was blasted away, with the recovery of his memory and 'skills', Tokita Ohma maintained a stable center of gravity and a solid stance throughout the entire process. Combined with near-perfect force dissipation, he did not suffer any injury.

In contrast, some people, although they also survived the test, were in extremely poor condition, with stagnant blood and qi throughout their bodies. They did not have enough time to recover, and in the end, they were forced to leave by others who had recovered.

A moment later, having been bathed in blood during his continuous run, feeling the unusable obstacles diminishing, and sensing the cargo hold of the Doomsday Ship, which had been somewhat crowded due to the influx of over a hundred people, regain its original spaciousness, Yuan Chen also stopped.

He then looked behind him, shaking off the blood and bits of flesh covering his body.

After a sprint, only a dozen or so people remained standing. Among these, only three, including Yuan Chen, were not seriously injured and retained sufficient fighting ability.

One is, of course, Tokita Ohma, who needs no introduction. The other is Karo Yoshiaki, also known as Umibozu.

However, compared to Wang Ma, who withstood Yuan Chen's impact unscathed through sheer strength and skill, He Lu Jicheng clearly relied on his high health and skill to survive.