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

Linga smiled sincerely for the first time since he opened his eyes and entered the modern era.

Even though in everyone's eyes it was much more terrifying than a hideous smile, with an endless chill freezing his heart, as if it was housing a great terror beyond common sense, he still smiled.

There is no mistake, this person is one of my own kind.

It is not strength, bloodline, or ideals that determine this.

But it’s – mood.

They chase after something recklessly, without even anyone else having the chance to say "crazy" before being left behind. Until they stand at a high place, with no one around them, not even loneliness, but a normal heart that embraces everything from top to bottom.

"Before coming here, I read the information of all the powerful people in Purgatory, and the ones I care about most are you and Lauren."

Linga maintained a loose and natural posture, spoke in a light tone as if chatting with an old friend, and had an unfading smile on his face.

In this posture, he no longer gave off any sense of danger.

Lanshan quietly tightened his heartstrings.

"I am deeply honored by your kindness."

"You don't need to be so humble. There are strong 'athletes' everywhere, but the strong man who has practiced in the mountains for fifteen years in order to reach the top, focusing on one skill wholeheartedly and honing it to an incredible level is not something that 'athletes' can compare to.

"It's not enough to just have great talent and willpower. You know very well that if you want to become a strong person, you must break common sense. If you want to break common sense, you must first break away from common sense."

"You've obviously been a huge success."

"You've turned yourself into a monster."

"But the sad thing is, you have returned to this world full of weaklings. Even if you stand on the ring and show your strength to everyone, there are only a few people who know how strong you are. You must be very unwilling and upset about this."

"But it doesn't matter, because I'm here."

Having said this, Linga stretched out his right hand and grinned.

"We are both 'monsters', so let's get along well."

"..."

Lanshan's face was calm, and he lowered his posture. Under the incomprehensible and surprised gazes of the crowd, he approached Linga slowly... as if he was adjusting his mentality and trying to relax as much as possible to avoid causing misunderstandings. He stretched out his right hand and shook it.

The moment when the two hands are crossed and clenched.

boom!

No one could see clearly what happened.

It just felt like the ring exploded.

The noise was so loud that it seemed as if thunder was exploding and the arena itself was about to collapse. Everyone subconsciously raised their arms to cover themselves because they felt that there would be debris flying towards them.

But in reality this is not the case.

Arashiyama's technology does not allow this to happen.

"Sure enough... it's an 'invitation to fight'!"

After Medel saw the situation clearly, his cheek muscles twitched.

The arena at this moment had suffered an unprecedented heavy blow. Linga's whole body was sunk into the ground in a big letter shape, but his right hand was still tightly clasped with Lanshan's right hand.

It is not difficult to imagine that it was Arashiyama who threw him out.

"'Invite to a fight'?"

At first, Toyota Idemitsu thought that Linga was trying to "show goodwill" and wanted to make friends with Arashiyama, and most people probably thought so too.

After all, it looked like a handshake of peace.

"Lanshan is a monster, and the opponent is also a monster. There is no such thing as a handshake between monsters. Even large beasts will fight each other when they meet, let alone them."

Medell explained in a deep voice.

"Judo is a modern martial art that focuses on wrestling. The core of the art is 'throwing'. Grabbing the opponent's clothes or other parts of his body and throwing him out is the most common move in judo."

"The key to this action is to 'grasp', which means to grab something and then fix it."

"The opponent claims to be paying close attention to Arashiyama and Lauren, so he must know that Arashiyama is a judoka, and a monster judoka who has mastered 'throwing skills' to perfection."

"Knowing this clearly, and with not much clothing on his body to 'grab', he actually took the initiative to extend his hand... This is a literal invitation to fight."

"I actively invited Arashiyama to drag me into 'Arashiyama Jurota's world'."

"This is not about being aggressive, but about treating Arashiyama's carefully honed results as nutritious offal and Arashiyama himself as prey."

"If it's prey, there's no need to play around. Just kill it in one go, pounce on it and devour it. That's what a beast should do!"

"But he is a monster! What he did was worse than this! He wanted to get into Lanshan's stomach, ignoring the threat of the fangs. He was extremely confident and greedy, thinking that he didn't even need to attack and could just eat directly! In the process of eating, the prey would naturally die!"

"And Lanshan withstood the pressure and ate his opponent as he wished... As expected, this is something only a monster would dare to do."

"The opponent was thrown out. Does this mean that Lanshan has won?"

Facing Toyota Idemitsu's question, Meidel shook his head with an increasingly heavy expression:

"No... this is just the beginning."

Primitive man joins the game: 18. Soft and meaty, which one is the answer?

The same thought also emerged in Lanshan's mind.

The "bottomless touch" from the feedback from the opponent made all the pre-match plans, tactics and other thoughts disappear into thin air.

Just like before reaching the top of the mountain, the impressions you get based on written materials and some video images are all one-sided. But once you actually go there, you can only climb up from the foot of the mountain. You have no way of knowing its full picture, and the impressions are very different. The only thing that can be retained is the awareness of your own insignificance.

What a novel experience.

Ever since he won the National Judo Championship for three consecutive years at the age of sixteen, Arashiyama began to worry about becoming too strong.

Later, because he found a young junior who could compete with him in the future, he worked hard and dominated the World Judo Championship in a year.

Just when he was expecting the promising young man to challenge him, he received news that the other party had killed his relatives and his fellow disciples had fled for fear of punishment.

Therefore, Arashiyama resolutely gave up the honor and fame in the outer society, took the initiative to step into the underground world, and devoted himself to underground fighting competitions, waiting to "reunite" with each other in the ring one day.

In preparation for this day, Lanshan went to the mountains alone to practice in seclusion.

Immerse yourself in cultivation wholeheartedly.

One year, two years, three years...

Survive alone.

Sometimes I question my inner self, sometimes I get an answer, and then I ask again... and continue this process over and over again.

Work tirelessly to cultivate your own heart.

Six years, seven years, eight years...

In the fifteenth year, the ban on training against humans was lifted, and opponents in fighting competitions were used as training targets.

Limiting yourself by the rules of the game is like carrying a heavy weight.

However, there was no hindrance to actual combat after fifteen years.

The opponent is like a breeze that can be dispersed with a wave of the hand.

At that time, his "gentleness" had reached perfection.

He is completely self-centered, almost foolish, and disdains other techniques, devoting everything he has to judo.

The hard work over the past twenty years has created "throwing skills" that go beyond conventional throwing skills.

Just clamp the clothes, just touch with fingertips, or even rely on the friction generated by skin contact, without the entanglement of "grabbing", just touching can throw the opponent out as easily as wielding a blade.

That’s why it’s called “swinging”.

Just as Linga's body-receiving skill is both offensive and defensive, and more efficient than the counterattack of "Mountain of Breathing", Arashiyama's "Swing" is also a one-step move, with no pre- or post-swing, only "throw".

In other words, the moment Arashiyama touched you, no matter what your movement or posture was, it was as if you were lifted up by him.

All that’s left is “invest”.

Faced with this incredible technique, even the top martial artists and fighters would not have time to react, including being attacked.

As we all know, the damage caused by falls is much greater than that caused by punches and kicks.

If it was on a concrete floor, he could have died on the spot.

The most important thing is that it doesn’t require any sophisticated skills.

When it comes to throwing and wrestling, even a true amateur can master some tricks in a fight.

Moreover, the throwing skills performed by Arashiyama, a "monster" who has reached the pinnacle of judo, are more lethal than falling from a height of 100 meters!

After all, Arashiyama can completely control the flow of power and concentrate it at one point, so that whether it is a baseball bat, a whip or a blade, they can all exert the lethality they should have as weapons.

Because of this, a pit that completely fits the contours of the body appeared under the linga that was "swung" out, like the mark left by a blade.

however--

"I used your hand to fight the earth. It was a very interesting experience."

Linga got up from the ground, not feeling upset at all about being hit, and even looked intact!

This scene made many people feel cold hands and feet.

Lanshan and Lauren's pupils also shrank.

Although knowing is not that simple, isn't this too exaggerated? !

Is it received?

Lanshan frowned and glanced at the pit.

It was found that the gravel inside had basically turned into extremely small particles, as if it had been crushed by a heavy hammer, indicating that the impact force had not been dispersed.

That means...the opponent took this throw with his physical ability alone?

Are his internal organs as strong as his muscles and bones?

"Lanshan, 'he' and I agreed to meet again in three seconds. You will definitely not let me break the appointment, right?"

Linga said meaningfully.

Lanshan took a deep breath and his eyes gradually returned to normal.

"I want to apologize to your Excellency."

"Oh?"

"The rule of Purgatory does not allow killing. Although I know this rule will limit my performance, I still think it is a kind of tempering for me. But now I want to lift this restriction. I am standing on the ring but not following the rules. I am not qualified to fight you as a 'fighter'."

"So... from now on, it is the owner of this hand, Arashiyama Jurota, who is inviting you to taste this 'fruit' that took twenty years to cultivate."

Linga felt the force on his hand increase significantly and raised his eyebrows.

next moment.

boom!

This time, even Linga felt the long-lost pain from the heavy blow, but it made him even more excited. Otherwise, it would be a waste for him to actively put himself under the opponent's fangs.

A lot of sweat oozed from Lanshan's forehead.

Although Linga seemed to be cooperative, this was not a real martial arts performance after all. It required him to devote his whole heart and soul and use 100% of his energy to repeatedly try to kill Linga with throwing techniques.

Normally, one strike could easily end a person's life, but Linga managed to endure the damage and enjoyed the process very much.

It seems just as he said, he is fighting against the earth - gravity - with the help of Lanshan!

Even the toughest skin cannot withstand such intense damage.

The two falls caused some minor scratches and swellings, which proved that his body was not made of iron.

But this only made the audience feel more terrified.

Arashiyama showed no mercy at all.

The back of the head, spine, internal organs... all the vital parts that could be used to kill people with throwing techniques were hit, but Linga only suffered minor skin injuries. The only effect of these minor injuries was to make him more excited and less able to feel pain.

On the other hand, Arashiyama was sweating profusely after only two "swings".

"How could this happen...? Throwing skills don't consume much physical energy, is it psychological pressure?"

Toyota Idemitsu frowned.