Can you block this punch that took billions of years of effort?

In front of everyone's eyes, he rose rapidly and hit the ceiling as if he had bounced off the ground. It was not surprising to see the whole person embedded in the concrete wall. Suddenly, the impact force disappeared.

It suddenly stopped when it was still quite some distance from the ceiling. It felt so abrupt, as if it had hit an invisible obstacle right after taking the first step.

In fact, when everyone looked carefully, they were shocked to find that it was not that they hit anything, but that Linga grabbed Wang Ma's ankles with both hands and forced him to stop in mid-air.

But the original "upward" force did not dissipate.

One continues to move upwards, while the other holds it from below.

The two-way pulling in a short period of time would not tear the king horse in half, but it was more like shaking a long whip, with the impact force rising step by step. His hands were thrown out due to inertia, and almost all the muscles, ligaments, and bones in his body were "torn".

Immediately afterwards... Wang Ma's whole body emitted a series of subtle crackling sounds like firecrackers.

Including the two arms that were thrown out.

The finger that was previously broken and bent due to the fierce battle was forcibly reset under the traction of the straight upward force!

Linga loosened his grip, allowing Ouma to free fall from the air.

Then he caught it by the waist and casually lowered it back to the ground.

"Ten Demon Snakes! Are you okay?"

As soon as he landed on the ground, Wang Ma was in a daze and his whole body was limp, and he couldn't muster any strength at all. When he collapsed to the ground, Guan Linchun rode his horse over and supported him from behind.

The two opponents who were fighting and trash-talking each other before now unexpectedly acted like good friends.

"Hey, although this is not for me to ask...what did you do to Juukisa?"

Seeing that Wang Ma had not yet recovered from his shock, Guan Linchun raised his head and stared at Linga without giving in.

Yamashita Fu and others also hurried over to ask about his well-being.

Linga took the wet tissue respectfully handed to him by Togo Touma's secretary, and wiped his hands with a smile that showed good intentions.

"Dragon-shaped bone search... To be more precise, it is a technique used by dinosaurs to control the movement of their spine."

"I stretch my muscles like this every day when I wake up. Although this is the first time I've used it on someone else, it seems to be quite effective."

"Jukiji Ouma has a very good 'wildness', but he uses it so poorly. I can't stand seeing this half-baked and nondescript person."

"I noticed his expression... He looked determined to participate in the competition. If that's the case, I'll help him and correct his shortcomings so that he won't continue to be an eyesore when the feast opens."

"Perhaps he himself has not noticed that he is like an old machine covered in dust and impurities, with countless problems. But even if it is an old machine that is nearing the end of its life, after cleaning the dust and impurities, it can still be used for a while."

"At least it's much better than the half-baked look before. When he wakes up, remember to tell him these words. Also, tell him - even if it burns to ashes, you have to make the fire burn brighter!"

After saying that, Linga threw the tissue at Wang Ma and turned away with empty hands.

Take nothing away.

It's like doing nothing.

Like a traveler who doesn't belong to this era at all.

However, the traces left behind are clearly visible and deep into the bones.

……

The sultry night wind blew her red hair away.

Linga sat in the back seat of the SUV with his hands under his head, gazing up at the starry sky leisurely and elegantly.

Togo Touma, who was sitting in the passenger seat, couldn't help but tease, "I didn't expect you would do something this 'redundant'. To you, isn't it the same no matter how much stronger he becomes? Or do you think highly of his potential?"

Linga grinned. "Jyuuki Ouma... He and the man with glasses beside him remind me of a man named 'Fanma Baki' and 'Shibukawa Goki'. Although he is not as strong as the latter, I still care about him a little. And judging from his potential... he is indeed worth looking forward to."

"Hanma Baki? Shibukawa Goki? Who is this?"

Togo Toumali had a bewildered look on his face. He secretly wrote down the two names and decided to investigate them carefully when he returned. Anyone who could be remembered by the Linga who had just appeared in this era would definitely not be a simple person.

Action is good, but it is doomed to be a wasted effort.

"By the way, since you're also going to participate in the competition, which company's name are you going to use? Iwami Heavy Industries or Karasuma Group?"

"None of this matters. If I want to participate, no one can stop me. Compared to this... I can answer your question about 'redundancy'."

"what?"

"My answer is 'not much'."

Linga's smile was so bright that it looked a little hideous.

"According to what you said, this desperate elimination match after a half-century absence will bring about an unprecedented storm, which means it will attract more interesting strong players."

"I don't know how strong they are, but I hope they get stronger and stronger. Even if they disappoint me in the end, at least... let their 'martial arts performance' turn into 'dancing' and make them look better for me!"

"So... tell me where there are other outstanding 'dancers' who don't have a chance to perform? No, there's no need to ask. Take me to Purgatory. They are the second largest group, right? They must have many talented people like Jun Guanlin and Jukiji Ouma."

Gudong~!

Togo Toumali swallowed.

"You're even crazier than me... You actually want to drag the second largest group into this. What about the other groups? Don't you want to consider them?"

"In the world of the strong, only the first and second place are meaningful. The others are just runners-up. They can come if they want to, and it doesn't matter if they don't come. If there are strong ones, I will find them out sooner or later."

At this time, there are still two months left before the opening of the Kengan Fatal Knockout Tournament.

Primitives join the game: 12. Single-player purgatory

For the man who hosts the feast.

A man who wants to make the feast more lively.

People who learned about this were in an uproar.

In contrast to these people, at a time when the news was sweeping across Japan like a hurricane overnight and even spreading outward, Wang Ma was sent to the Imperial Capital Hospital for treatment by Nogi Hideki and others.

Coincidentally, the attending physician was Yingchu.

After the Self-Defense Force commander went crazy and was sent to a mental hospital, he returned to the hospital and occasionally took on a few "commissions" from the authorities to deal with some social risks.

Whenever he has free time, he either follows the news about Linga or writes a few academic papers about primitive people and submits them to international forums. Thanks to his unique vision and novel perspective, he is now quite famous.

I have been receiving frequent interview invitations from TV stations these days.

Yingchu didn't expect that he would meet a patient who had been "murdered by primitive people" just after returning from the TV station.

"Doctor, how is Mr. Wang Ma?"

in the corridor.

Yamashita Osamu and Akiyama Kaede looked nervous.

Nogi Hideki was standing a little further away, smoking. His expression was solemn and a little worried.

The situation changed drastically, and I, as the "initiator", became a supporting role.

But the arrow has been put on the string and has to be shot. I just hope that this mysterious man Juukisha Ouma can continue the mystery and write unknown miracles.

"How should I put it..."

Yingchu stared at the inspection report in his hand, pondered for a while and said:

"He was in very good shape and very bad shape."

"What do you mean?"

"According to my observation, his body... especially his spine, suffered a severe blow during his teenage years, which caused a slight misalignment of his spine and heart. This affected his brain, and I'm afraid he is still in a state of 'semi-amnesia'."

"Half amnesia?!"

"It's not as serious as you think. It's like a frightened person subconsciously doesn't want to recall the frightened past, so even if he actively thinks about it, his memory is vague."

"The situation of Jukiji Snake Ouma is what I said. It may be a little more serious, but not much."

"But due to his partial amnesia, he was not aware of the extremely hidden injury on his spine. As he grew older, this injury undoubtedly had a significant impact on his athletic ability."

"It's like putting sand in a gear. Not only will it stumble when it's running, but it will also cause great damage to the gear itself. However, Juukiji Ouma has a very good physique. As long as he gives up fighting, he can live a normal life."

"But he still insisted on fighting fiercely, and it seemed that he had done something to himself. His heart was once again under great pressure. This was an outright act of suicide."

"Luckily it only happened once, so the problem isn't that serious. If he does it a few more times, maybe his spine will be reset, and his physical abilities will improve. But at the same time, because of the damage to his heart, he will be in a paradoxical state of being both the strongest and the weakest, right?"

"This is just my assumption. The actual situation is that his spinal injury has been repaired and the damage to his heart is limited. He will soon be healthy again, and he will be healthier than ever before. That's why I said he is very good at the beginning."

"But heart damage is a hidden danger that cannot be ignored."

"Let me be frank. You'd better persuade him to give up the fight. Otherwise, if he uses his fully recovered body functions to fight with all his strength, it will increase the burden on his heart. Regardless of whether he is injured or not, it will shorten his life. This is why I say that he is in very bad shape."

"I now suspect that the injury to his spine was not caused by a simple accident. It was because they knew he had a bad heart, so they put him in chains to protect him and limit his physical abilities so as not to put a strain on his heart."

"Now that the physical shackles are ineffective, the only ones who can restrain him and prevent him from dying are the people around him."

Yingchu's words dissected Wang Ma's past experiences in great detail, with such accuracy that it was chilling, as if he had witnessed it with his own eyes.

The most terrifying thing is that no matter what he does or says, he always has a faint smile on his face and speaks slowly. With those dark circles under his eyes, he looks like an elegant killer in the movies.

Dissuade Wang Ma from fighting?

There are some things that you can’t do just by turning them over in your mind, and obviously this is one of them.

A man at the foot of the mountain had a sad face and remained silent.

At this time, Nogi Hideki put out his cigarette and walked over.

"When will he wake up?"

"The flesh wounds and bone fractures are easy to deal with. He is in a deep sleep now, mainly to cooperate with his brain to adapt to the current physical condition. It is a process of self-healing, which will not take too long. If he were an ordinary person, he could have considered donating his body, but with his physical condition, he would wake up in a week at most."

"All previous injuries, except for the heart, will also heal quickly during this process."

"Doctor Ying, can his heart be cured?"

Qiushan Feng couldn't help but ask.

"Well..."

Yingchu was thinking, and the three of them looked at him eagerly, hoping to hear a positive answer from him.

"Relief should be no problem. As for a cure...if he stops fighting, focuses on maintaining his health, and sticks to the doctor's advice, coupled with the best treatment conditions and sky-high treatment fees, he will definitely be able to live to be a hundred years old easily."

"..."

This is another almost impossible solution.

Nogi Hideki shook his head and no longer made any more demands.

"Help him adjust as much as possible in the next two months."

"It looks like he's planning on participating in the ultimate elimination match."

Yingchu suddenly sighed, attracting the surprised gazes of the three people.

"Don't be so surprised. In fact, I accepted the invitation, although as a 'doctor'."

"That's great! Please give me more advice in the future! Doctor Yingchu!"

Nogi Hideki was delighted and held Yingchu's hand tightly and shook it up and down.

"Uh……"

Yingchu looked helpless, and wanted to say that he really didn't have the energy to "give instructions".

What he wanted to do most now was to start the competition as soon as possible, and then take the opportunity to "study" the fighters, especially the body structure of Linga, by using his identity as the competition doctor, to satisfy his own curiosity.

Wang Ma has already "studied" her enough, and her appeal is not as great as before. In his eyes, she is just an ordinary patient. Treatment is easy, but extra care... is a bit too much to ask.

"If you have any needs, please feel free to contact me. Nogi Group will do its best to support your medical career."

"President Nogi...please give me your guidance in the future!"

……

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three days later.

In a remote mountain area outside the Tokyo metropolitan area, there is a man with a similar situation to Yingchu.

His name is 'Toyota Idemitsu'.

His grandfather accumulated a large amount of assets after the war and founded the underworld organization "Toyota Kai", but he gave up his inheritance rights without hesitation and started from scratch. From the age of 18 to 36, it took him 18 years to build up his empire.

Today, the Toyota Group he founded is on par with the other three giants in Japan - Katara, Suzuki and Shinomiya.