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

An unrepeatable legendary experience, a living legend, a super capitalist, the pride of Japanese men... and so on, praises came like a storm.

But Toyota Idemitsu remained unmoved.

It's not that his heart is as hard as iron or his thoughts are so extraordinary that he can ignore the chaos in the world, but that he doesn't care about this bullshit at all.

Including his own assets, they are all "fart" in his eyes, but most people like air with a strange smell, so Toyota Idemitsu can only find ways to get more in order to realize his ideal.

【Purgatory】

It is the greatest achievement he has obtained in the process of realizing his ideal.

Even though he knew that there were three conglomerates and even more first-class companies jointly investing in the Kengan Society to support it from behind, he still chose to establish another fighting group on his own.

Trying to compete with Kengan Society, or even swallow up Kengan Society!

This is a crazy idea that is almost impossible to achieve.

But Toyota Idemitsu didn't care and completed the idea step by step with a hearty smile.

Today, Purgatory is the largest fighting group in Japan besides Kengankai.

If the scope is expanded to the entire Southeast Asia, its influence will be greater than that of the closed-door Kengankai.

This was all thanks to the fact that he adopted another entertainment route, spending a huge amount of money to build large-scale fighting venues with luxurious facilities in various places, and recruiting talents from all over the place to create an operating model that was different from the Kengankai and all the fighting groups.

To put it simply, it is the professional fighting league in the fighting group!

Competition rules that ensure minimum personal safety.

No less than the high bonuses given to professional players in society.

It attracted the attention of a large number of wealthy people, social elites and all walks of life, and also attracted a large number of players to join [Purgatory].

The number of contestants even exceeds the total number of active fighters in the Kengankai.

All in all.

It looks like it is flourishing and thriving.

It is not difficult to imagine that in a few years [Purgatory] will be able to catch up with Kengankai.

But just three days ago.

A sudden "bad news" made Toyota Idemitsu sleepless for a whole night.

The Kengan Association will hold a fatal elimination tournament.

What was originally a stagnant pool of water is now causing huge waves.

Regardless of whether Katahara Metō will fall or not, this will inject a new force into Kengankai, making it revitalized and full of vitality.

This is not good news for Purgatory.

But what Toyota Idemitsu wanted to do more than cause trouble and destruction was...

"Ahhh~ That's great. I want to join in, too."

This large conference hall built in a remote mountain area is magnificent and its facilities are so luxurious that they are out of place in the environment, especially since his private office is on the top floor.

The dark tones make it look like a secret room, but a closer look reveals that it is all one-way visible glass.

Through the glass, you can see the entire arena and the audience seats.

Toyota Idemitsu sat on a chair with a glass of wine, watching the two fighters fighting fiercely on the ring. He couldn't help but think of the fatal elimination match which was destined to be more exciting. To be honest, even if he didn't participate, he hoped to watch it from beginning to end as an ordinary spectator.

But... the old man is stubborn and paranoid towards foreigners, and is also extremely xenophobic, as if he has paranoid delusions. No one knows who he is guarding against. He neither allows foreign forces to intervene in Japan nor allows the Kengan Association to expand outward. As for the members, he does not interfere. This has led to member companies becoming bigger and bigger, but when problems arise, they have to return to their home country to resolve them.

It is a bit like the ancient clans returning to their ancestral home to resolve disputes under the witness of the clan elders.

This also led to the fact that although Purgatory had developed well in Southeast Asia, its influence was difficult to radiate to the local area, resulting in a situation of internal and external collusion.

Toyota Idemitsu couldn't stand it, but he could do nothing about it.

"But this may be an opportunity. If we can get that old man to step down, maybe Kengankai will relax its regional restrictions. In this way, Purgatory will also have a period of development. Even if Kengankai becomes stronger, Purgatory will not be unable to catch up."

"I heard that the legendary 'super ancient warrior' will also participate. I wonder if he can pull that old man down."

While he was talking to himself.

Suddenly, something strange happened at the venue.

Guards flew out from the upper entrance of the venue one after another and smashed onto the ring like stones, knocking people unconscious. However, they successfully attracted the attention of all the spectators and interrupted this rare A-level fighter promotion match.

Including Toyota Idemitsu, fighters and spectators all looked towards the entrance of the tunnel, wondering what was happening in the darkness.

They were not made to wait too long, nor were their expectations disappointed.

rather say.

When the culprit, Linga, slowly walked out of the passage, the whole place went in an uproar, and some people simply ran away.

When others saw this, they subconsciously followed suit and ran away.

The result was a road congestion.

In the end, only a few people escaped.

Looking at the chaotic scene of thousands of spectators crowded together, Linga sneered, sprinted on the spot, stretched his agile body under the lights, and landed easily on the ring.

Even though it has such a tall body and is not light in weight, it has the ability to stay in the air like a bird and the jumping ability like a cat.

That unique beauty is intoxicating.

At this moment, Linga took a deep breath and roared, "Be quiet!"

Without the help of microphones and loudspeakers, the commotion in the entire arena was overwhelmed by just a roar. The two B-class fighters closest to him and the beautiful referee Shiina Yusa were so shocked that they saw stars and felt thunder exploding in their ears.

Not only that, there was also a noticeable air flow.

Wind and thunder.

Sound waves and volume.

Things that I didn't want to do were now connected together, just because of Linga's wildness and actions, the first thing people think of is a corner of nature!

Faced with the roar that nearly shook the entire venue, the thoughts of thousands of people were interrupted, and their panic was blown away without any explanation. Everyone stared at Linga in a daze.

They are in the audience.

They are the audience.

We should have stood on a higher standpoint to appreciate the 'performance' on the ring.

But at this moment, they were like a group of trained dogs, stopping obediently just because of the order from their owner.

"Why are you panicking? What's there to panic about? Aren't you here to watch the fun? Now that the fun is here, shouldn't you be excited and cheering?"

Linga mocked everyone without hesitation.

No one dared to answer.

No one dared to speak.

It’s not because Linga’s power is really that great, but because his existence is like a gun pointing at everyone. Even if there is only one bullet, no one wants to take the risk.

What's more, with so many people present, there is no need to rush to escape. It is wise to stay where you are and not show your face.

Seeing this, Linga grinned and said loudly:

"You are lucky, because next up will be a foreign invasion, and Purgatory will send out its proud fighters to fight back."

"Those who want to leave can leave, and those who want to stay can stay."

"Don't mind it, your life is already ridiculous enough!"

"But now there is a chance to save your lives. Even if it's just with your eyes, try to be my enemy and drive me out of here??!"

Along with the last syllable, Linga suddenly looked up at the highest office. His eyes seemed to be able to accurately capture the figure of Toyota Idemitsu through the layer of glass that the outside world could not see through, and even the changes in his expression were taken into his eyes.

Just like Idemitsu Toyota who was watching the game here at that time——

High above, with a panoramic view.

A drop of cold sweat slid down his cheek.

Toyota Idemitsu took a deep breath and picked up the phone:

"Notify all A-rank fighters... someone is here to challenge us!"

Primitive man joins the game: 13. I have used all your tricks million years ago!

The statue sat quietly in the center of the arena.

The ring is no longer a ring.

——It’s the altar.

The audience is no longer an audience.

——But believers.

Phidias, the greatest Greek sculptor, famously said: "There is no form more perfect than the human form, and so we give it to our gods."

Noble purity, quiet greatness.

Every part of the body speaks of the correctness of the 'golden ratio' and demonstrates the principle of beauty.

The principle of beauty that was thought to exist only in numbers is actually the smallest unit of "functional beauty".

In other words, the so-called "functional beauty" is composed of the most precise, efficient and perfect craftsmanship - flawless data.

Even if you sit there quietly, it is like a statue that houses the soul of a god. The more you observe and stare at it, the more you can feel a shock that comes from the spiritual level.

Every beat of the heart seems to resonate with the rhythm of life contained in it!

——The above are the scenes seen by the summoned A-rank fighters and the thoughts that arise in their hearts.

"Are you coming?"

After waiting for two hours, Linga opened his eyes. His fiery red pupils emitted a breathtaking light, making the phrase "eyes shining" change from a descriptive metaphor to a straightforward statement.

Without any unnecessary movements, he kept sitting cross-legged and bounced up into the air, then lowered his legs to stand.

Under the lights in the ring, that perfect natural body shone with a light far brighter than that of the eyes.

The well-proportioned muscles are like a God-given armor.

A balance is found between heavy and light, complex and simple, hard and soft, thick and thin.

Therefore, when he took off his T-shirt and trousers and went into battle wearing only combat shorts, the audience, who were originally daydreaming, were suddenly distracted and slowly... quieted down, as if they did not want to disturb and break the 'beauty' before their eyes.

The bronze skin is neither rough nor smooth, and appears to be the same as that of ordinary people, but in fact it has another structure, in which all the functions of the skin are elevated to an inappropriate level.

It's like a universal protective film that can't be broken or torn, and it can filter out most of the invisible threats, and let the remaining "remnants" break their heads and bleed after passing through the defense line.

The airflow caused by the ventilation in the venue was almost imperceptible, but the red hair floated up as if it was in a weightless environment. It seemed as if each strand of hair had life and thoughts, tirelessly seeking information from the outside world.

Aliens with divine powers are called monsters.

The alien with the appearance and power of a god is the king of monsters!

Being attacked by something like this can actually be called a "kick-out"...? ! !

Is Toyota Idemitsu's brain finally broken? !

A group of A-level fighters cursed inwardly.

But even though they were complaining in their hearts, their bodies were moving towards the ring with the opposite attitude.

"Are you the vanguard?"

Linga looked at the people in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze.

"You are the vanguard and the ace... There won't be another batch. Even if there is, I will send them away. For a rookie, it's not a question of whether it's too early or not to challenge you. There is no need for a challenge at all."

A man with slicked-back hair, about the same size as Wang Ma, and looking to be in his thirties, stood at the front of the team, leading the confrontation with Linga.

His plain face was exceptionally calm, like a pool of stagnant water; his words and actions gave people a sense of extreme stability and reliability, as if as long as he was present, no matter what difficulties they encountered, they would not be defeated.

The light and shabby outfit could not conceal the powerful aura he exuded!

Maybe it wasn't just his aura.

There are other people and circumstances, but this oppressive feeling of controlling everything is even more terrifying.

This is probably what the so-called "king" is.