Food Wars Expert Starting from Kengan Baki

"Oliba, you are in such a mess. You were completely defeated by someone who used your strength, and in such a shameful way."

In the aisle, Hanma Yujiro laughed loudly. He did not realize that Mr. Freedom, who was now lying on a stretcher, was one of his own people, or he had no concept of being one of his own people at all.

"I know. In fact, today I suddenly realized something, which is what I have been pursuing. I will propose to Maria when I return!"

Oliva didn't seem to care about the failure, and his face was filled with a happy smile, which made the humanoid troll look disgusted.

"Humph, the purity is too low after all, get out of here!"

"Ha~haha! I'll send you an invitation when the time comes, remember to attend my wedding with Maria!"

Even when he was carried into the ambulance, he did not forget to invite Yujiro. On the way back, perhaps by coincidence, Hanma Yujiro and Guo Haihuang met for the first time.

"You are so weak, even weaker than my disciples." Guo Qinglin sighed as he looked at the other party.

"Hunger, desire, greed, cruelty, rage, arrogance, you have too many shortcomings, but you have never thought of suppressing them, or they are you."

"You are someone who is completely controlled by desire, so I say you are too weak."

After hearing what Guo Haihuang said, Yongjiro immediately showed an exaggerated smile, bent down and looked at him and said: "You said I was dominated by desire? Operated by instinct? Then have you ever thought that I am using them?"

"Besides, my own strength is irrefutable evidence! It's useless to just talk. I thought you could fight me, but you only sent a disciple."

"Humph, so what if he's my disciple? The reason why people are strong is because they can suppress their instincts and strictly discipline themselves. If he can defeat you, it will be enough to prove that I am right!"

"Oh, then I'll wait and see."

Not wanting to chat with an old man who didn't want to fight with him, Yujiro left after saying this.

In the lounge after the game, Chen Tianqiao was leaning on the sofa in a daze, but he was actually looking at the system panel. Garuda, who was unaware of the situation, was looking at him worriedly, really worried that her husband's personality would change drastically one day.

Host: Chen Tianqiao

Height: 2.61 meters

Rank: 3.53 (the highest 4th rank in this world)

Attributes: tyranny, blood rage, tenacity, sixth sense, resistance to death, true self liberation

Tyranny: Standing firm, the greater the damage taken, the stronger the burst power.

Evaluation: The premise is not to be killed directly by the strong, and being down-to-earth is the kingly way.

Blood Rage: You can accumulate rage in battle to double your own quality. The longer the battle, the higher the strengthening degree, and there is no upper limit.

Evaluation: There is indeed no upper limit, provided that your physical strength and fighting will can keep up.

Tenacity: All injuries sustained in battle can be converted into evolutionary power to strengthen and heal oneself. The stronger the person, the better the effect.

Comment: No one can escape unscathed before I die!

Gluttony: By eating the flesh and blood of the defeated, you can gain a certain amount of growth. (Only limited to alien creatures)

Comment: This is a shortcut to heaven. Do you want to consider giving up the fight and becoming a gourmet expert?

Sixth Sense: The unique talent of danger warning awakened in battle, beast intuition, prevention of sneak attacks, and preemptive counterattack.

Comment: Although it is only the most basic ability of a warrior, it is better to have it than nothing, isn't it?

Resist Death: Resist a fatal injury. When on the verge of death, you can lock blood and prolong life for a certain period of time in any form.

Comment: Tasteless! If you want to fight someone with a knife in the head and heart, you can try it.

Liberation of the True Self: The fusion of will and one's own Qi and blood can elevate the spiritual realm, can harm the void body, and fight against negative energy bodies with outstanding results.

Evaluation: Although your brain capacity cannot comprehend the ethereal things like martial arts, sword intent, and artistic conception, you can choose "Strength of Flying Bricks" to crush the will of others with your own dominance.

Special skills: Falling Star, Vajra Eight Forces, Qiankun Mountain and River, Extreme Liberation (15%), Sky-rushing Sonic Blast, Kill with Girl in Arms,

No wonder I feel like I’m high lately. I didn’t expect that I have this kind of personality. Is this just my nature?

If you think about it carefully, he seemed to be quite "rebellious" when he was in school. He beat up his teachers and fought with others outside all day long.

Although it is not as good as doing whatever you want in a dream, it is not far off. It is equivalent to liberating one's nature. If you want to maintain this state permanently, you must balance the two sides.

"Alas, even the system evaluation says it's stupid. What else can I do? Just let it go. Anyway, things will work out when the time comes."

There is nothing much to say about the remaining abilities. There are not so many of them in this world. Give him some weird and wonderful things to test. Ninety-nine percent of his combat power is from big muscles.

"Okay, Garuda, don't worry too much. After this game, I'll take you out for some fun."

He held Garuda on his lap and stroked her hair. In order to comfort his pregnant wife, he had just set a so-called flag. However, with his current strength, he did not believe that anyone other than the state apparatus could threaten him.

"Then don't push it too hard."

Seeing Garuda sleeping like a cat, he carefully put her on the bed and covered her with a quilt. Lie was about to play, and he would not miss his good brother's game.

"Boom"

When the gong for the start of the match sounded again, it was Long Shuwen against Ali II. As Long Shuwen was also a descendant of Baji, he was also paying attention to him.

Ali II, wearing boxing shorts, had just entered the arena, but Long Shuwen, who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the arena, had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing that the person had arrived, he exerted a little force and flew into the air. However, his face showed the arrogance of having never been defeated in twenty years, and he didn't even bother to give the other person a straight face.

"Have you Chinese always been so arrogant? We have lost several games in a row."

As he spoke, his body was still slowly leaping to further adjust his body rhythm. He watched the battles of others in front of him every time and almost never missed a single one.

"Humph, I will personally crush your arrogance and make you bow your heads completely!"

In an instant, a jab from his right hand came at the opponent's door like lightning, but he didn't expect it to be easily blocked by one hand, which scared Ali so much that he dodged and retreated.

But after a while, Ali still didn't see the opponent take the initiative to attack, so he thought it was just a passive defensive move.

So he boldly invaded into a very close distance, and his continuous jabs were like a storm, landing on the space around Long Shuwen, blocking all space for dodging.

Finally, Long Shuwen moved. With his hands in his pockets, he was the first to arrive, leaving an afterimage in an instant, and he was actually preparing to use Bajiquan to counter the attack.

"Bajiquan: Opening Cannon!"

He moved forward with his lower body in a bow and horse position, clenched his fists, and used his elbows to push away the fist shadows in the sky. At the moment the door was wide open, his elbows were like guns, fiercely pushing Ali II into the corner.

"Angry..."

After climbing up with great difficulty, Ali suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, which made his heavy chest feel much better. He looked at the opposite side in disbelief. He actually lost in a head-on confrontation!

"I do not believe!"

His muscles tensed again, and the next moment he appeared beside Long Shuwen, disrupting the opponent's rhythm in advance by quick movement and feinting jabs.

But Long Shuwen has been in the underground arena for more than 20 years and has fought in thousands of battles. How could he be fooled by such a little trick? He put his hands in his pockets and remained calm.

Ordinary people may think that he is very arrogant and looks down on his opponents, but in fact, this is also a strategy to develop instinct, because an angry enemy is much easier to deal with than a calm enemy.

"whispering sound..."

He spat inwardly, feeling like a fool for having performed a one-man show for half a day. The young and energetic Ali could not bear it any longer and launched an attack again.

This time he used a flexible straight punch, combined with a deadly uppercut. Once it hit the chin, the patient would either become unconscious or fall unconscious.

Long Shuwen saw through Ali's intention at a glance, and when the opponent was about to swing his fist, he moved closer again. Bajiquan is least afraid of close combat, and the principle is: if you advance, I also advance; if you retreat, I also advance, and the fight is all about being strong!

He dodged a punch, turned around and hit Ali's jaw with an elbow, then followed it up with a straight jab, three inches below the opponent's last rib, but was stopped by a downward slap of his left fist.

"Sure, you foreigner are quite capable. Most people can't last more than three moves under my hands."

Ali, whose jaw was in great pain and whose tongue was almost bitten off, could not be happy at all after hearing Long Shuwen's first words. They were family members and knew their own business, although his attack speed was very fast.

But due to his physique, he was not as strong as his father, so he lost the most important attack power and endurance in fighting.

To use gaming terms, it's a warrior who only adds points to agility, but because he's unarmed, he can't even stack up his attack power.

If you don't attack the weak points during the battle, you won't even be worthy of carrying their shoes compared to those martial artists who are all blood cows.

Chapter 79: The Boxing Champion is Defeat/The Despicable King Jikai

"Ali might lose. Lie, do you know what kind of boxing this is?"

In the stands, Baki was leaning against a stone pillar, staring at the battle situation on the field, while Rei was standing by, checking Baki's physical recovery.

"Bajiquan! It's a hard-hitting, close combat is very fierce. If you want to fight it, you must try to avoid the front."

Although Lie has combined the strengths of hundreds of schools, he has only learned a little bit of them equally, and he has only truly mastered a few boxing and leg techniques to the pinnacle.

On the field of battle, Ali, who had recovered poorly, finally recovered and took the initiative to nod and thank Long Shuwen. No matter how he looked down on him before, the other party's martial ethics were indeed worthy of his thanks.

"Come on, attack me with all your might."

Long Shuwen still had a cold expression on his face, with his hands in his pockets, walking slowly towards Ali. This was a fighting ring, not a boxing match, so there was no so-called time limit.

More importantly, passively avoiding battle is not his style. Even if he cannot win, he will not allow himself to be cowardly!

He leaped forward and threw out two consecutive jabs. After his opponent dodged the first punch, he successfully hit his opponent's cheek, but unfortunately missed his chin.

Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent was stiff, Ali raised his foot to kick him in the crotch, but he didn't expect that Long Shuwen's absent-mindedness was actually pretended.

Instead, he used the "rubbing kick" technique from Bajiquan to break Ali's tibia with one kick. Before the pain could spread, Long Shuwen took the opportunity to step into the middle door.

“Wrapping wrists and stretching elbows”

He grabbed and pulled the opponent's wrist with his left hand, and instantly clamped his right arm under his armpit and locked it tightly. Then he used his elbow like a hammer, hitting Ali again and again, causing Ali to spit blood.

But Ali, who was unwilling to surrender, fought back frantically with his left hook. However, as the saying goes, elbows are like knives, and it is better to take ten punches than one elbow.

In just a few breaths, Ali's chest was covered in blood and his face looked dazed. Seeing this, Long Shuwen let him go, left him standing there alone, and turned away.

Most of his sternum was shattered by the elbow, and his calf was broken. The match was about to be announced, but a voice from behind stopped Long Shuwen from leaving.

"Ahem... ahem... the battle isn't over yet, do you want to admit defeat?"

Turning his head slowly, he admitted that this young man was not the strongest among the people he had ever met, but he was the most principled. However, if you don't use heavy hands to deal with such a person, he will not let you go easily.

"If this is your wish? I can grant you that right now."

There was a lot of noise in the stands. People didn't understand why the opponent was so persistent even though the outcome had already been decided and they were clearly no match for him.

"Perhaps this is the charm of martial arts. Either you move forward on the road to becoming stronger, or you fall on this road and become nourishment for others." Chen Tianqiao looked at the scene in front of him and muttered to himself.

"Bajiquan: Iron Mountain Lean!"

Using his shoulder as a horned dragon to write words was like a mad rhino stepping into a formation, and in a flash he rushed in front of his opponent. The next second, Ali was like being hit by a dump truck and fell on the audience seats, his life or death unknown.

In the dimly lit contestant passage, Long Shuwen felt a chill in his upper body, and found that his white Zhongshan suit had been torn into two without him noticing.

As he felt a chill in his heart, Long Shuwen's face looked even uglier. He had no choice but to tear off his shirt and throw it on the ground. Before the people in the stands could react, he returned to the lounge shirtless.

It turned out that Ali took advantage of his opponent's eagerness to succeed and launched the most powerful counterattack, trying to make the opponent look ridiculous. It was a pity that he failed to grasp the timing. This can be regarded as the last stubbornness of the young man.

"Please welcome the next contestant to enter. The Chinese Sea King Lie Yongzhou will face the Japanese Sea King Ji Shancun Cheng!"

King Ji Hai was wearing a white karate uniform. After entering the venue, he began to bow and scrape to Lie, showing that he attached great importance to etiquette.

"Boom!"

As the match officially began, Lie Zhen was ready to attack, but he saw King Ji Hai approaching him without any defense, and stretched out his hand and said: "King Lie Hai, I am honored to compete with you. Anyway, let's shake hands first."

Faced with this obviously malicious behavior, Lie walked forward without saying a word and shook the other person's hand without hesitation.

"Compared to the Shaolin Temple in China, I respect you, King Liehai, more..."

Before he finished speaking, Jishancuncheng suddenly launched a counterattack and punched Lie's temple with a side punch, but the hand that was holding him instantly counterattacked and then threw him out with a fierce force.

In fact, as long as you are thick-skinned enough, you can remain calm even if your plan is discovered on the spot.

King Ji Hai sat up from the ground, dusted himself off, and, ignoring the loud curses from the audience around him, stretched out his hand again and walked towards Lie.

"Great! Rei! Let's work together! My dojo needs people like you."

Not only was he despicable and shameless, he was actually trying to steal China's players in front of everyone. Suddenly, the crowd in the stands burst into laughter, and they all wanted to rush into the stadium and beat this guy up.

"Rei Kaiou! Reject him!"

"Li Hai Wang! Beat him to death!"

"Kill this guy!"

"........................"

To the surprise of the audience, Rei Hai Wang once again shook the extended hand and stared at the other party coldly, as if the despicable sneak attack just now was an illusion.

"Ha~hahaha, Lie, I believe you will hold it."