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"From this moment forward, I will take over your power."
Chapter 199
Katsumasa Hayami's breathing stopped for a moment.
His lungs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
However, quite the opposite is true...
An unprecedented rage exploded in my chest.
To take over his power?
Are you kidding me...!
With just a casual remark, he thinks he can take away everything he has painstakingly accumulated over decades, enough to overthrow Katahara Mitsudo?
The feeling of powerlessness that had overwhelmed him seemed to have been burned away by the anger.
With this thought in mind, Hayami Katsumasa clenched his fists, veins bulging on his forehead, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Kill her."
This was probably the most murderous sentence he had ever uttered.
Ren Nikaido and the others, who were already on edge, seemed to be infected by the killing intent, their adrenaline surging. But even so... Ren Nikaido did not choose to make the first move.
Perhaps they reached some kind of tacit understanding without each other's knowledge.
The first to make a move was a strange man who looked like he retained ape-like habits—Masaki Meguro.
Although the man, who was nearly two meters tall, habitually bent over and hunched his legs, making him appear shorter, his limbs were extremely thick, with muscles that were like the roots of a large tree tightly wrapped around his bones, both tough and elastic.
Moreover, while maintaining this bizarre posture, Masaki Meguro did not actually strike any pose. His already curled-up body suddenly burst forth with intense kinetic energy, propelling his more than 250-pound body out like a cannonball.
He pounced on the woman in the suit in an instant, and during the process, Masaki Meguro even changed direction several times, bringing his terrifying mobility to the extreme.
Let alone ordinary people, even top-tier fighters would be dizzy from the glare.
By the time they realized what was happening...
It's already too late.
"Gotcha!"
The strange man had a childlike, innocent smile on his face, with his eyes bulging outwards. His originally honest appearance now only sent chills down one's spine.
He grabbed the woman in the suit by the shoulder blade with one hand and her right arm with the other.
Seeing this, the remaining four, including Ren Nikaido, couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.
Got it!
What is most important for modern judo?
Strength and skill?
No, this is an indispensable element.
But there's one more thing worth mentioning, and that's 'clothes'.
Fighting a judo master while clothed is completely different from fighting without clothes.
This woman may possess terrifying strength, but she shouldn't have been touched first by a judo maverick who specializes in killing techniques.
Masaki Meguro kicks his right foot toward his opponent's knee, using the force of his own fall to pull his opponent down in one go. However, at the moment of landing, he will rotate, using the momentum of the fall and rotation, as well as gravity, to switch positions with his opponent.
The transition from horizontal self-sacrifice techniques to fixed techniques.
It didn't even take a second!
A normal person would think of 'floating' when they see his hands and 'knee-bending' when they see his feet... but in reality, it's both.
This exceptional continuity and the skill of breaking down basic moves into smaller, recombined parts is highly deceptive, which is the essence of Meguro-ryu Judo.
but……
boom!
"...?!!!"
The others were speechless when they saw Masaki Meguro, who had thrown himself to the ground.
Correct.
He tripped and fell down.
At the moment of exertion, it was as if his feet slipped, and he not only grabbed nothing with both hands, but also spun 360 degrees in mid-air and fell to the ground.
This feeling is like... taking the hit of your own attack.
"Posture reflexes, center of gravity, rigid body... you have completely mastered the essence of judo, but... using judo or jiu-jutsu in front of me... is just too much of a show-off."
The woman in the suit looked down at him with an indifferent gaze devoid of any emotion, as if she were looking at a stone on the side of the road.
"...!"
Masaki Meguro lay on the ground, making strange gurgling sounds in his throat. Soon, dark red blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spilled from his mouth.
The limbs twitched unnaturally, and the body surface swelled and became congested at a visible rate.
His eyes slowly lost focus.
"Meguro!"
A man wearing a headscarf appeared to want to go and help, but was forcibly held down by his companion.
"Don't go, Meguro is beyond saving."
Ren Nikaido stared intently at this 'uninvited guest'.
Cold sweat poured down his face uncontrollably.
How could this be?
Meguro is a beast easily driven by the desire to kill.
However, he is also a 'genius of killing'.
Judo is a defensive art that primarily uses grappling techniques. Its direct lethality is not as great as that of martial arts like boxing and karate, which are known for their striking techniques. However, Meguro combined his exquisite grappling skills with his killing instincts to create a unique form of murderous judo.
Even ancient jutsu might not be as efficient as his.
Such a dark soul was ultimately killed by his own skill.
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To be precise, they were completely overwhelmed by the opponent's skill, which was the same but far superior to Meguro's!
Meguro suffered severe damage to most of his bones, internal organs, and blood vessels during this fall.
Even if the brain can secrete anesthetic substances to transform pain into pleasure, it cannot change the fact that the body is unable to move.
But how did they manage to do that?
There was clearly no movement at all.
On the contrary, the side that had the advantage was killed by its own moves.
This situation was something that Ren Nikaido had never seen before, let alone heard of.
"..."
Looking at the 'beast' lying on the ground, smiling as it closed its eyes.
Katsumasa Hayami's eyelids twitched violently.
It was as if they wanted to tear him apart and remove his bones.
What a waste.
In the end, is this all there is to a born killer who murdered his brother, father, and entire family?
thump.
This is not the sound of a heartbeat.
But the heavy footsteps pounded on their hearts.
A huge shadow and a sense of oppression spread out.
Iwayama... no, it was a giant as imposing as a rocky mountain who finally stopped playing the role of a silent statue and walked with heavy steps from behind Hayami Katsumasa to the middle of the open space in the reception room.
Upon seeing this figure, both Hayami Katsumasa and Nikaido Ren felt a jolt, and the gloom before them seemed to dissipate considerably.
Yes.
Although Meguro died.
But so what?
That madman wasn't their strongest fighter to begin with.
The true strongest one now stands there, upright and honorable.
"You seem quite proud of your skills."
The pinnacle of modern biology from Germany.
Julius Reinhardt, also known as 'the strongest human being,' stared solemnly at the woman in the suit.
"...But unfortunately, my motto is... to overcome softness with strength."
"Oh?"
The woman in the suit smiled.
"You've got some nerve, young man."
“I didn’t even bother using my hands and feet to deal with that evil heretic who couldn’t even be called a killer punch, but for you… I’ve decided to use one… no, two fingers.”
He suddenly changed how he referred to himself.
It has a touch of ancient charm.
But... how should I put it?
Although this attitude still hardly qualifies as 'importance,' Julius had a feeling that he had attracted the gaze of some kind of misfortune, that great calamity was about to befall him.
Chapter 200
at the same time.
After leaving the park area, Yato and the others went straight back to their rooms.
They exchanged a few words every now and then along the way.
"...In order to increase the chances of winning, Nogi will definitely try to win over fighters from other factions. However, there are very few fighters who can compete with 'Fang of Destroyed Hall'. Those companies will not give up their new chairman for a small profit. Therefore, the path of 'winning by numbers' is destined to fail. We have a better chance of winning by 'relying on individual strength'."
Kaguya wore a smile that appeared effortless but actually contained confidence.
Although she used to frequently employ power tactics and rhetoric, engaging in back-and-forth "battles" with her opponents at the negotiating table, her opponents were ultimately just people from the social class she encountered at her age, or "sharpening stones" delivered to her door, pitifully weak. She often even deliberately yielded to others in exchange for their gratitude.
In a sense, she also has the mentality of a 'fighter'.
They yearn for a battlefield and adversaries suitable for them to perform well in 210.
Seeing the belligerent girl, Yato found it somewhat amusing and deliberately said, "You're really confident, aren't you? You know those capable companies won't team up with Nogi, so what if they happen to encounter the Fang of Metsudo and kill him?"
"Yes, that's another possibility... Compared to both of us, that possibility is perhaps the greatest."
Hikaru Narushima, who was following behind as a temporary bodyguard, couldn't help but mutter to himself.
02 heard nothing and silently kept a watchful eye on his surroundings.
"If that happens, it doesn't matter. Winning the final victory is the same. In fact, it reduces the pressure by eliminating one target to compete for, allowing us to focus more on winning the championship. In this way, our side, which still has the advantage in individual strength, has a greater chance of winning."
Hayasaka Ai, who had changed back into a maid outfit at some point and had a somewhat medieval Western European flair, calmly continued the conversation.
"Yes, that's it."