Food Wars Expert Starting from Kengan Baki

This was more like a clown on stage trying to please the audience, which made him feel disgusted and contemptuous from the bottom of his heart.

The opening ceremony was over, and the next step was to draw the competition numbers. He entrusted this matter to Lie Lai to help, and he could just pick whatever he wanted.

"Old man, what do you mean by that? I'm a warrior! Not an actor putting on a show!"

He threw the black coat on his shoulders onto the clothes hanger, lay down on the sofa, crossed his legs and questioned this cheap master.

"Why are you so anxious? It's not a big deal, and it can give the people a boost. Aren't you happy about that?"

As Guo Haihuang spoke, he stood in front of the huge landing and looked at the ordinary people whose morale had been boosted, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

"I don't care. You can find someone else to do this kind of good thing next time. If there is another chance next time, I will just quit."

"Okay, I won't look for you anymore. If there's nothing wrong, just go and prepare for the competition."

Having already obtained a satisfactory result, Chen Tianqiao naturally did not intend to stay here any longer. He just stopped and said as he was leaving the door:

"What about those sea kings? You know what kind of people they are, so why are you..."

"Well, don't worry about these trivial matters. I have my own arrangements for these people. You don't need to worry about them. Just prepare for the competition."

After driving the people away, Guo Qinglin returned to his seat, picked up the landline and dialed two numbers before putting the phone down.

"They are just a few pawns serving as the king's vanguard. Otherwise, how can we show your courage to turn the tide?"

In order to add fuel to the event, he even called his son Guo Fengchun, who was born when he was 120 years old.

Originally, he positioned himself as a torch, protecting the flame of China's martial arts world, but now his position has been replaced by his emerging disciple.

"My dear disciple! The road has been paved for you. You have to take the throne of the Sea King whether you want it or not!"

When he returned to the contestant seat, the list of first round opponents had been announced. The first round opponents were Liu Haiwang versus Hanma Yujiro.

To be honest, he didn't like his master Lie very much. The gap in strength between the two was too big.

However, as an outsider, I have no right to persuade the master. I might as well see if I can help Lie save King Liu Hai at the critical moment.

After all, Lie was such a good brother and had entertained him and his wife for so long. Providing them a little support could be considered a return gift.

"Boom"

The sound of a deafening gong instantly suppressed the noisy discussions, and under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the contestants from both sides officially entered the arena.

Although Liu Haiwang is a centenarian, his strong and powerful muscles show that his strength should not be underestimated.

Especially when he was young, Liu Neng was praised by martial artists as the God of Boxing, and his skills had reached the pinnacle.

On the other side, Hanma Yujiro still had his hands in his pockets, looking nonchalant, and he looked very unhappy that the organizing committee asked him to perform the tile-breaking show.

"Boxing exists for the weak, to break the past, and to grow without hurting others. Don't you agree?"

Although he was talking, his hands kept moving. He adjusted his muscles while observing the possible flaws of the opponent.

"Haha, then let me make you understand that the so-called sense of growth is nothing but an illusion created by time on you."

As the two sides gradually got closer, a terrifying feeling of oppression filled the entire arena.

Faced with Hanma Yongjiro's criticism of his boxing philosophy, the furious Liu Haiwang took the first step.

"Eagle Claw Kung Fu!"

In a breath, he gathered his right claws into a bow shape and struck Yujiro's face hard.

Suddenly, Liu Neng felt a sharp pain on the side of his face. It turned out to be the opponent's big hand that came later but had already penetrated into his face without him knowing when.

"Don't move, or it will become very troublesome."

It would have been better if he didn't say anything. At this moment, Liu Haiwang, who had a bad temper, would not listen to him. He quickly put his hand on Yujiro's wrist, trying to clamp him and pull his hand out.

"You really won't listen to advice!"

Then he kicked the opponent into the air and used inertia to try to tear Liu Haiwang's face off completely.

But the next moment, a huge figure enveloped the two people on the field. He caught Liu Neng's body with one hand and held Yujiro's hand with the other hand and said:

"Mr. Fan Ma, please forgive me when you can. The previous incident was indeed caused by the poor behavior of the organizing committee. As a disciple of Guo Haihuang, I would like to apologize to you on behalf of the Wushu Association for this incident."

He looked up at the hand that was holding his, and the tremendous power contained in it made him unable to pull his hand away for a moment.

What I didn't expect was that this guy, whom I only met once at the temple gate, actually had such strength. I really misjudged him.

The scene on the ring made those who knew Yujiro's strength bulge their eyes. Oliva knew best what kind of strength Yujiro had.

Suddenly, Hanma Yongjiro clenched his left fist and swung it towards Liu Haiwang's temple.

The deadly whistling sound made everyone's scalp tingle, and there was no doubt that this punch would blow their heads apart.

"Mr. Fanma, you really think highly of me!"

But since he had already made his move, how could he let Liu Haiwang die in his hands? He also used his left hand to punch him head-on.

"Oh!"

The shock wave, which was almost visible to the naked eye, swept across the surrounding stands, scaring the crowd in the audience so much that they retreated back amid exclamations.

There are even many ordinary people who have begun to back off, thinking that watching the game is not as important as their own lives.

"No! Wrong! Very good! Very good!"

The words of praise jumped out of Hanma Yujiro's mouth like coins.

The opponent's terrible fighting spirit was as scorching as a volcano, burning his nerves all the time. Just when the flames reached their peak, Chen Tianqiao was ready to fight.

However, the opponent suddenly pulled his hand away from Liu Haiwang's face, and this time even his strength was unable to hold Yujiro.

"Forget it, let's just leave it at that for now. I hope you can bring me more fun in the ring in the next few days."

"Thank you very much."

Seeing this madman leave, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and the momentum he had gathered suddenly disappeared.

This series of beatings and cuts suddenly made Chen Tianqiao realize that this person was not as simple as he seemed. It turned out that there was no false reputation.

Although the previous behavior violated some of the rules of the game, this is China's home court and even the audience are their own people.

When blood gushed out of his master, Lie didn't care about the competition anymore and quickly jumped into the field to help stop the bleeding for his master, and thanked Chen Tianqiao.

Fortunately, when he caught Liu Haiwang, he had already knocked him out without making a sound, otherwise, given Yi Lie's master's character, he would never have accepted treatment so obediently.

Chapter 72: A Brutal Three-game Loss

Liu Haiwang was carried away on a stretcher. The scene was silent. The Haiwang, who was well-known in his own country, was killed instantly as soon as he made a move. It was really surprising to everyone.

But they were not discouraged because the second game was about to begin.

The first to fight was the extremely tall Aquaman. Compared with the boxing king's son, Muhammad Ali II, he had an advantage in height and weight.

Even in foreign fighting methods, the principle of "an inch longer means an inch stronger" is extremely applicable.

"Boom!"

As the gong sounded, Aquaman launched a fierce attack on Ali II, but when he was about to kick, Ali seized the opportunity and punched him in the crotch.

“Ah!…Ah…Ah…Ah!”

Except for Aquaman who fell to the ground and moved around wildly, the people in the contestants' seats grimaced, as if they felt the same way. Even the commentator was complaining wildly.

Ali just looked at his opponent and did not take the initiative to attack, as if he wanted to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor in the ring. But the more important point was that his opponent was too weak.

After a while, Chu Xinyuan finally recovered, pushed Ali away with a punch, and stood up tremblingly.

Instantly, the entire audience cheered for him! No matter what, the Sea King who represented China was one of them after all.

"What a shame. The Chu family is considered to be in decline. It seems that the defeat in the first battle had a great impact on him."

King Li Hai made a final evaluation of Chu Xinyuan, who had completely lost his composure on the field.

“Humph! After all, you are a lucky person who got promoted thanks to the influence of your ancestors! I, the King Kong Fist! Yang Wei! I will definitely turn the tide in this big competition!”

Li Ming said nothing, and looked at Yang Haiwang with disdain, "Aren't you also an arrogant person? Have you forgotten about the martial arts association so quickly?"

Of course he didn't say this out loud, he just kept it in his heart. At the same time, another tall figure flashed through his mind.

His fists were like spears and his feet were like knives and axes. Aquaman, who had completely lost his composure on the field, made use of his long arms and legs to fight very brilliantly, which also brought the atmosphere of the Chinese people to a climax.

Suddenly, Ali dived and threw a punch, which passed Aquaman's jaw like lightning. The next moment, Aquaman, who was attacking fiercely and showing off his skills, fell to the ground like a piece of wood.

"...Oh my...Oh my...Oh my God! What happened! Aquaman was knocked down!"

The commentator was just an ordinary person, so he couldn't see the speed of Ali's punches at all, and for a moment he couldn't explain what had just happened.

Faced with the national team's defeat again, the audience was somewhat numb and there was not even a word of discussion.

Perhaps no one could have imagined that the two rounds of competition originally scheduled for the morning would end up with two sea kings being carried off one after another in less than half an hour.

The organizing committee had no choice but to move the afternoon competition to the morning.

"Baki, your opponent is the descendant of the legendary Tang Sect, one of the most powerful inheritors of the poisonous hand in the whole of China."

In the contestant channel, the spitted blood on the ground was shocking. After hearing Rei's words, Baki did the final warm-up exercises with an expressionless face.

"Oh, that's great! I can fight someone who holds the title of Sea King, and is an expert in poison! That's really good luck."

"I'm betting! I'm betting that you can break through your own limits!" Because you have the blood of the strongest man on earth! Lie shouted for Baki in his heart.

"Thank you for your confidence in me."

He was very happy to have his friends cheering him up before going on stage, and his warm-up punching speed also increased a lot.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting. Next up is the Shudi Tangshou King Li Hai! He will face the Neon Fighting Tournament Champion! Hanma Baki!"

Unfortunately, the commentator's enthusiastic introduction was met with the expected cold reception. The Aquamen lost two games in a row, both of which were instantly defeated, which really made the Chinese people lose all confidence.

When Li Ming, dressed neatly in a Tang suit, appeared in everyone's sight, everyone couldn't help but cast their eyes on his hands that were glowing purple.

"He has appeared! The successor of the Poison Hand, a rare one in China for a hundred years! King Li Hai! But can he get his first victory? Let's wait and see!"

The descendant of Poison Hand, just by hearing the name you can tell that he is an expert in using poison. The numb crowd finally regained some vitality and started talking about it, looking like they were giving orders.

"I think this time King Li Hai is definitely a sure thing!"

"Yeah! What's the point of being a good fighter? We can just poison him here."

"Indeed, maybe the way to win is not very pretty, but I think as long as we can win this time it's fine."

"We can only blame our Aquaman... Wait! What's going on with that fighting champion?!"

Under the spotlight of the big arena, Baki's pale skin, dying body, and gradually withering muscles were all reflected in the eyes of the people around him without reservation.

"So you've been poisoned for a long time. It seems like all my preparations were in vain."

Li Ming, who was familiar with poisons, saw Baki's physical condition at a glance. He was poisoned and no medicine could cure him. It was a pity that he had specially prepared a poison.

"I'm so sorry, just use it. You know the condition of my body and I don't need that little bit of poison. It's not a waste anyway."

After saying that, Baki took a stance, ready to start the battle.

"Haha, you're an interesting person. You're quite open-minded. I won't take advantage of you. Let's decide the winner quickly."

After Li Ming finished speaking, he extended his purple hand towards the other party, which made Baki stunned. Then he realized, is this pushing hands?

"Thank you."

The next moment, the two sides fought at close range. Some people might think that this was unfair to Hanma Baki.

But his physical strength and vitality are being consumed all the time. If King Li Hai deliberately drags down the rhythm of the battle, then there will be basically no suspense about winning or losing.

“…Bang!…Bang…Bang…Bang!”

Severe pain, numbness, and itching appeared alternately in the area hit by the poisonous hand, and purple blisters the size of goose eggs appeared, filled with poisonous blood.

Baki endured the pain and pierced them one by one with his fingers, drawing out the poisonous blood before turning around and fighting again.

But it was a spent force, unable to continue. The poison outside was raging, and the poison inside was growing. In addition, the intense exercise caused the blood to flow, bringing new toxins throughout the body. Finally, Baki fell heavily after spitting out a handful of blood.

"Have we won?" some timid people couldn't believe it.

"This Japanese man named Baki is really tenacious. He looks like a sickly ghost, but he has resisted King Li Hai's attacks for such a long time." Some people are still frightened.

"That's..., he is a fighting champion after all, it's a pity that he has health problems." Others felt sorry for his opponent.