Crossover Anime: Starting with Destroying Kengan

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Without warning, Chu Jianquan's body crashed to the ground, cracking the tiles and splashing dust mixed with water droplets. The force was so great that even through the screen, one could feel their heart skip a beat.

If you watch the video in slow motion, you can see that at this moment, his eyes are completely blank.

Even the ability to think has been temporarily lost.

Because he got kicked in the head by Yato.

To be precise, it is 'Iaijutsu'.

Its power was like someone hitting him on the head with a baseball bat from behind.

However, in terms of hardness, Yato's shinbone is definitely much harder.

"call……!"

Yato, who should have been unable to fight, staggered to his feet. Without saying a word, he grabbed the collar of his opponent's training clothes, lifted him up, and delivered a mid-range spinning kick.

The power of this kick was almost on par with Wakatsuki Samurai's 'Explosive Core'!

At first glance, Izumi's physique, weighing around 100 pounds, was no different from a soccer ball to Yato.

He was kicked straight into the flower bed next to him.

The wall was smashed into a crater.

I was completely absorbed in it.

His head drooped limply, clearly indicating he had lost consciousness.

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This is of course.

First, he was hit hard in the temple, which caused a concussion on the spot. Then, he was kicked in the chest with all his might by Yato, breaking countless ribs. If Izumi hadn't subconsciously relaxed her muscles and used a technique to absorb the force, her internal organs would have been kicked to pieces!

"...!"

Yato braced himself on his knees, panting heavily.

His chest, back, arms, and calves were covered in tiny abrasions and swelling.

His right arm hung limply, as if it had no bones.

The area between his eyebrows, on his chin, and on his philtrum was swollen and bluish-purple, with fresh blood constantly seeping out.

Even blinking makes my head ache and feel dizzy.

He looked extremely battered, but his injuries were certainly not as severe as Chu Jianquan's.

At this moment, referee Yamamoto Koishi, dragging his bloated body and drenched in sweat, ran over. He first checked on Izumi's condition and, finding her completely unconscious, turned to look at Yato, his expression a mixture of admiration and astonishment.

"...I hereby declare the winner of this Kengan match to be Yato Igarashi, the representative of the Yukinoshita Group!"

He was holding a walkie-talkie in his hand.

The sound was transmitted through the banquet hall via a signal.

It was as if a huge stone had been thrown into everyone's hearts, causing a great uproar.

Frankly, there was no need for a referee to announce it. They had seen the entire battle on the big screen, and no one would have thought that Izumi, who was already seriously injured, could still stand up after taking such a heavy blow.

Even so, they were still shocked.

"how come?"

"That 'fleeting cloud' actually..."

"Yato Igarashi, what a terrifying person... He defeated the ace fighter of the Kengan Association in his very first match."

"The second Imai Cosmo?... He's stronger and more unique than the Strangler King. His fighting style is truly like a battle in the wilderness, unrestricted and full of imagination...!"

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!"

……

Just as the member representatives were filled with emotion, Nogi Hideki closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

"The ominous premonition has ultimately come true."

But it's not bad either.

To achieve that plan, we still need to strengthen the overall combat power of our own camp.

Ultimately, it's too much of a burden to put all the hopes on one person.

Only by recognizing the current situation early can we make timely changes.

"Congratulations, Miss Yang. You have found an exceptionally talented fighter, undoubtedly a top-tier dark horse. Whether it's strategy, decision-making, or luck... you have won this time."

Having just breathed a sigh of relief, Haruno couldn't help but show her usual cheerful smile upon hearing this, and humbly said, "Nogi's fighters are also excellent. Compared to them, my Yato still has a lot of room for improvement and needs to learn more from more experienced fighters."

"There will be a banquet hosted by the Nogi Group later. I hope that Ms. Haruno and Mr. Igarashi can grace us with their presence. I still have some follow-up matters to attend to, so please excuse me for now."

"As you please."

Yang reached out his hand in a gesture of invitation, his smile unchanged.

Narushima Kou, suppressing a laugh, said, "That old man must be furious, right?"

"It's just a failure, it's not that serious."

But after I've squeezed them out, it's hard to say what will happen.

Yang thought to himself, "I'm complaining."

……

Seeing the suspicious people carrying away the fallen uncle (Hatsumi Izumi) on a stretcher, Hibiki and the others walked over with some trepidation.

"Um... Mr. Igarashi? Are you filming a movie?"

"Well, if I had to put it that way, it's a rather special kind of MMA (Mixed Martial Arts)?"

Yato sat cross-legged on the ground and pondered for a while before speaking.

"Why a question?"

He was speechless with exasperation.

"Ambulance... What's the ambulance number again?!"

Zhu Mei frantically pressed her phone, intending to immediately call an ambulance to take Yato to the hospital for treatment, but Ayaka quickly grabbed her hand.

"Calm down, Zhu Mei. The organizers have provided medical personnel."

Sure enough, just as she said.

After Izumi was carried away, a doctor and a nurse came to treat Yato's injuries.

Yato's injuries only looked terrible on the surface.

In reality, because of the presence of the 'Conqueror', aside from the wound being torn apart by external forces, the wound itself will not develop into a suppurating or inflamed condition.

The doctor who concluded that the patient was in good condition was secretly amazed and gained a new understanding of the saying that "people's physical conditions cannot be generalized".

"By the way, what are you doing here?"

Yato tried to change the subject, but his plan failed.

"Of course I'm here to have fun! I won a free hotel voucher. Oh right, Mr. Igarashi was really amazing! It was even more exciting than any MMA match I've ever seen! Can your events be watched on TV or online?"

When talking about the fighting match she had just witnessed, Hibiki's eyes sparkled, and her two ponytails swayed wildly behind her head with excitement.

"Well... I don't think so. The competition I participated in is quite niche; it's privately organized."

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Yato's forehead.

"That's right, even with years of boxing training and knowledge of fighting competitions, I've rarely seen such a powerful fighter... Hey! Mr. Igarashi! Interested in becoming a certified member at our boxing gym? I guarantee you'll become a world champion in less than two years!" Ayaka patted her friend on the shoulder, implying that there should be limits to her foolishness, but then her attitude completely changed, her eyes shining, and she grabbed Yato's hands, extending a sincere invitation.

“Ayaka! The most important thing right now is to let Yato-kun rest properly. Let’s not disturb him. Oh right, Yato-kun? It’s rare to run into you. Um… if you have time, could you come to my house for a meal? I don’t mean anything by it, I just wanted to thank you for helping me and Hibiki last time.”

Zhu Mei blushed and clasped her hands together in a pleading gesture. Her beautiful, watery eyes conveyed a pitiful look, but in Yato's eyes, the girl's gaze was more intense than the sunlight.

For a moment, it was even hard to tell whether we were looking at him or at his body.

"...?"

Yato's lips twitched.

how to say.

The saying "birds of a feather flock together" is indeed quite true.

Whether it's Hibiki or Akemi.

Add to that the girl in front of him with her wheat-colored skin, slender figure, and well-defined muscle curves.

None of the three looked like they were 'normal' at all.

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After finally dealing with Hibiki and the others, Yato promised Akemi that he would visit her house when he had time.

After the injuries were treated, he went to see Yang Nai.

"You all just sit here eating and drinking, and no one comes to visit me?"

As soon as he entered, he saw the three of them enjoying the air conditioning, drinking cold drinks, and eating exquisite pastries provided by the hotel's renowned chef in a luxurious suite. Yato's eyelids twitched.

"Well, we just saw that you still had the energy to chat enthusiastically with a few pretty girls, so we concluded that you were in good condition and didn't need to be too nervous. What? Do you have any objections? Why don't you tell us?" Yang Nai stood up and walked towards him, holding a fork with a small cake attached to it. She waved it in front of Yato, and the gesture, coupled with her delicate and beautiful face and the ambiguous smile, gave people a strange sense of unease.

Yato suddenly bit off the cake from his fork and walked past her as if nothing had happened.

How could I possibly doubt your trust in me?

"It's amazing that you have that face, yet you haven't scared any girls away."

Yang joked.

"You could say we just happened to meet a few nice girls who weren't so superficial."

Yato shrugged.

"There's no way around it, bad girls have a lot of things to do, like collecting money for someone and dealing with invitations from certain people with ulterior motives. Otherwise, it's hard to say who they'll cling to first."

Yang shook his fork and sighed.

"You've worked hard... So this is what you wanted to hear? But I still think I'm the one who's worked the hardest."

Yato sat in Haruno's seat, not minding that Haruno had eaten a small portion of the mousse cake, and grabbed it with his hand to stuff it into his mouth. After finishing, he continued to devour the other desserts on the table.

That's the downside of being a conqueror.

Both recovering from injuries and regaining physical strength require the body to consume sugar.

Of course, compared to practicality, this is nothing.

"It doesn't feel like you went to fight someone, President. It's more like you locked yourself in your room and starved yourself for days."

Hikaru Narushima couldn't help but complain when she saw Yato eating so ravenously.

"There's nothing I can do about it, that's just how my body is. Tianyu should have already figured that out, right?"

Yato took the teacup from Haruno and added white sugar to it while casually saying something.

Tianyu sat to one side with his arms crossed, seemingly having eaten and drunk his fill. Hearing what he said, he propped his head up and said calmly, "At first I thought it was some kind of qigong, but I didn't expect the real reason is that your physique is quite special. You become excited when you enter a battle state."

"It's one thing that my overall physical fitness has improved significantly, but perhaps because my body tissues are too 'active,' my recovery ability has also become quite outrageous. I can recover my stamina while fighting. If I'm not mistaken, I'm afraid I can even temporarily suppress my injuries?"

"President, tell me this isn't true!"

Hikaru Narushima swallowed hard and quickly asked Yato for confirmation.

However, Yato's answer plunged him into despair.

"Although not entirely accurate, it is generally correct."

“How could this be…” Narushima Hikari hugged him, his face full of frustration and disappointment, “Does this mean I can’t surpass the president?”

"If you still hold this kind of thinking, you will never be able to surpass anyone."