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Seeing this, Maoji immediately stepped sideways and stepped forward. While dodging the straight punch, he threw a low kick at Greco's ankle, followed by another straight punch at Greco's face.

After being attacked on the ankle, Greco followed the direction of the force, turned sideways with his hands on the ground, and turned upside down. While dodging the upper straight punch, he launched two consecutive kicks at Mokichi's face, but they were blocked by Mokichi's raised arms.

Greco, whose attack was blocked once again, turned over with his hands on the ground and returned to a standing position.

"What a fierce battle! Both sides are fighting back and forth! It's hard to look away!"

The host, Katahara Shoka, continued her explanation.

Greco took the opportunity to bite the back of his hand, rushed towards Moji, and swung his arm hard, splashing the blood on the back of his hand into Moji's eyes.

His vision blocked by the blood, Maoji immediately lowered his head and reached out to wipe the blood from his eyes.

"Hahaha! How's that? This move is to blind with blood!"

Greco laughed wildly and continued to step forward. He grabbed Moji's collar with his left hand and threw a powerful back-hand punch at Moji's head with his right hand.

"boom!"

With a loud thud of fist hitting flesh, Greco's back-hand swing was caught by Maoji, who not only blocked it, but also held Greco's right fist with his left hand.

The two intertwined their fingers and held each other tightly, trying to see who would be the first to give up the other's grip.

In a subtle way, Greco seemed to be unable to withstand the opponent's heavy grip.

──It’s Aikido!

The moves that Mokichi is using at this moment are exactly Aikido! The biggest difference between Aikido and other martial arts is that Aikido contains a lot of techniques that specifically target the knuckles!

Fingers are used in any form of combat. In other words, once a person's fingers are damaged, it is equivalent to defeat in the battle.

"Oh? It seems to be quite effective. How about adding a little twist?"

Facing Greco, who was showing a painful expression, Mokichi began to turn his wrist while speaking:

"It will break easily if you keep doing this!"

"Yeah, it can break easily!"

Greco's expression suddenly froze, and he no longer showed any pain. Instead, he sneered and twisted his wrist slightly. The person with the painful expression turned into Maoji himself.

"Hahahaha! You don't really think you're that great at Aikido, do you? You don't really think you can beat me? I'm just playing with you, you don't take it seriously, do you? It must be a sweet dream, idiot!"

Greco taunted as he looked at Mogi who was in agony.

"You're dreaming, huh? In that case, why don't you just try to make your dream come true?"

Maoji also gritted his teeth and replied unwillingly.

Greco ignored Moji's reply, grabbed the opponent's collar with his left hand and pulled it down, then headbutted Moji in the face.

"boom!"

Before Greco's headbutt hit his face, Mokichi hit Greco's chin with a short uppercut, knocking him back and freeing his left hand from Greco's spinning grip.

This is not Aikido! This is modern boxing!

——Tsk! You are getting too complacent!

Greco sighed inwardly and immediately reorganized his stance. However, at this moment, Maoji had already rushed towards him with boxing steps.

Maoji threw a right hook at Greco's face, but Greco blocked it with his arm raised.

But just as Greco blocked the right hook, Mokichi took advantage of the situation and grabbed Greco's arm, pulled it towards himself, and immediately kicked Greco in the face with a high side kick.

"Such a move! Such a style! This is Patton Technique!"

Conan Edogawa, who accompanied Suzuki Mariko to watch the "Kengan Fatal Knockout Tournament", immediately shouted excitedly after recognizing the moves used by Mokichi Robinson.

"Conan, what is the Barton Technique?"

Mao Lilan, who was sitting next to Edogawa Conan, also asked Edogawa Conan at this time.

"Sister Xiaolan, in 1898, British hooligans were becoming increasingly rampant, and the powerless British gentlemen were only beaten and robbed. At this time, a doctor named Patton could not stand it anymore, so he combined modern martial arts such as boxing and wrestling with traditional martial arts such as judo and aikido, and created Patton's art.

The reliability and practicality of Patton's technique soon attracted many British gentlemen to learn it, but many people still felt that two fists were no match for four hands. So in order to solve problems more efficiently and quickly, Patton improved the Patton technique that specialized in bare hands, turning the umbrellas and crutches in the hands of gentlemen into weapons. "

"Wow, Conan, how do you know so much?"

"That's because in 1901, the master of detective stories, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, gave this martial art to his famous detective, Sherlock Holmes, and this fighting technique that combines many traditional techniques has become immortal. Of course, this is what Shinichi-ni-niang told me."

Edogawa Conan rubbed the back of his head and continued:

"In my opinion, this match is a sure win for Mogi Robinson! Compared to the wild boxer who came from nowhere and uses some unknown fighting technique, Mogi Robinson, who uses the same Barton technique as Holmes, will definitely win!"

If Edogawa Conan knew that the founder of Barton Technique, Dr. Barton, had a descendant named Mogi Robinson who was fighting in the Kengan Dome Arena at this moment, he would definitely be more convinced of his speculation.

It can be said that in terms of Patton techniques, no one in the world can compare with Mauji Robinson.

"The so-called battle is an intelligence war!"

Maoji stepped forward and hit the staggering Greco with a series of left and right hooks:

"The one who can win is the one who can bring out more abilities!"

Mokichi continued to suppress Greco, and while getting close to Greco's torso, he delivered a high-speed elbow strike directly into Greco's face.

Greco's nose was broken by Maoji, and blood from his nose kept spilling on the ground, and his body fell to the ground.

"Fighting is a war of intelligence! The one who can win is the one who can bring out more abilities!"

The voice did not come from Mokichi's mouth, but from Greco who was lying on the ground.

On the other hand, Mogi, who was still standing on the ground, had just slashed at Greco's left arm, which had been twisted 180 degrees.

"Originally, I didn't plan to use the Fox Shadow Style against a weakling like you. After all, this is an elimination match. The fewer moves you have used before, the less information others know about you, and the more advantages you will have in subsequent battles."

As he spoke, like a puppet, Greco climbed up from the ground in a strange posture and looked down at Mogi and judged him.

It turned out that just when Maoji's elbow was about to hit his face, Greco immediately used the Rakshasa Palm to rotate Maoji's left arm 180 degrees.

Obviously, the power of an elbow strike with an arm rotated 180 degrees is greatly reduced.

"But I underestimated you. You are worthy of dying at the hands of my Fox Shadow Style! Then! Start ravaging you!"

──Fox shadow flow? Instant!

Greco's figure suddenly disappeared from Maoji's eyes, and then suddenly appeared in front of Maoji.

──Fox Shadow Flow? Rakshasa Palm!

Greco twisted his wrist and delivered a fatal blow towards Mokichi's head.

──So… so fast! It was such a direct attack, but my body couldn't keep up with his speed!

Maoji pushed his arms with all his strength, and finally used his only remaining right arm to block the opponent's attack before Greco's Rakshasa Palm hit his head.

But the price was that his only remaining right arm was rotated 180 degrees by Greco using unknown means.

"Onii-chan!"

Seeing that Mokichi's arms were disabled, Elena in the audience screamed in surprise.

Instead of continuing to use the Fox Shadow Style, Greco stepped forward and used continuous knee strikes and heavy punches to hit Mokichi one after another.

With both of his arms disabled, Mokichi couldn't even do an effective block.

As for Greco, he seemed to be enjoying the pleasure of constantly ravaging the enemy who could not fight back or defend himself.

"It's time to end it!"

Greco grabbed Moji's neck with one hand and lifted him up high.

"Please! Stop it!"

Seeing that Maoji was beaten without any ability to fight back and even his life was in danger, Elena cried and begged.

"Ugh~ stop it?"

Greco on the field seemed to hear Elena's cry, and he kept holding Mokichi high and pretended to be in deep thought.

"Yes! Please! Please stop!"

Elena's cries kept coming towards Greco, so much so that Greco felt a little annoyed.

"Do you think I will really stop? Idiot!"

Greco held Moji's head high in his hands and smashed it hard to the ground.

"boom!"

Along with the sound of the concrete floor breaking, Moji's back of the head also made an intimate contact with the ground.

"How wild! How brutal! Greco pinned down Mokichi with just one hand. Is the outcome of the first match going to be decided here?"

Watching the increasingly intense battle, amid the cheers of all the bloodthirsty spectators, Katara Shoka explained even more vigorously, and the atmosphere of the [Kengan Fatal Knockout Tournament] also reached its climax!

"It's just like an adult bullying a child. Isn't that guy called Caracal provoking us fighters?"

Nan Tianren commented as he looked at the battle situation on the ring.

“Onii-chan! Onii-chan! Why are you still insisting?! Why don’t you give up?! It’s already come to this! Don’t care about winning! Onii-chan!”

Inside the contestant entrance, Elena cried and shouted again to the seriously injured and dying Mokichi.

What Elena didn't know was that as early as the beginning, when Greco grabbed Mogi's neck, he had already locked the opponent's throat tightly, sealing the possibility of him shouting for surrender.

However, Maoji had never thought of giving up from the very beginning!

──Elena, don't make things difficult for me!

While Maoji continued to endure Greco's attacks, he secretly restored his right arm, which had been rotated 180 degrees.

──I can’t just lose like this! I absolutely can’t lose here! I have to keep winning!

Chapter 30: The Dark Curse of the Undead

Let’s go back more than 20 years.

"What kind of fist is that?! It's so slow?! It can't even kill a fly!"

Moji's father mocked Moji as he was training by hitting the sandbag.

──I hate my father!

Day after day, year after year, for Maoji, who struggled in endless training throughout his childhood, there was only this one thought in his mind.

"Stand up, you weakling! Can you be the successor of Barton's art in your current state?!"