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"Using softness to overcome hardness, and weakness to defeat strength—isn't that the very meaning of martial arts? I'm starting to have some faith in him."
“Combat data model correction.” Genos’s tone was tinged with surprise. “The target ‘Ghost Dragon’s’ technical movements have a similarity of 82.4% to the [KING Style Secret Technique] that you provided, Mr. KING.”
He turned to Lin Mo and asked, "Mr. King, did you personally mentor him?"
Lin Mo did not answer; his gaze remained fixed on the figure who had regained his footing on the ring.
A satisfied smile unconsciously crept onto his lips; he simply gestured for Genos to continue watching.
On the ring, Gatlinger, who had been knocked back by a single punch, had lost all his contempt, replaced by shock and anger.
The sharp pain in his ribs reminded him that the seemingly frail man before him was no ordinary person.
"You guy..."
Gatlinger growled, like an enraged beast, "Interesting! But don't think you can beat me with a little cleverness!"
Before he finished speaking, he launched another attack.
Wild swings, tricky hooks, and swift uppercuts—each strike accompanied by a whistling sound that tore through the air—completely enveloped the Mumen Rider.
Meanwhile, in a corner of the players' preparation area, two pairs of eyes were also fixed on this unexpected match.
One of them is Shui Long, a seeded player in this tournament and a four-time champion known as "Mingtiquan".
He leaned against the wall listlessly, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes, which always carried a touch of frivolity.
"Oh?" Shui Long thought to himself, "Interesting. That guy called 'Ghost Dragon' has a pitifully poor physical condition, but his grasp of timing and his control of force are top-notch."
"Heh, it seems this conference isn't just full of boring, muscle-bound idiots after all."
He chuckled softly, a hint of anticipation creeping into his languid demeanor.
"However, speaking of which... this boxing philosophy of using skill to overcome force and stillness to control movement is somewhat similar to the boxing style of that senior in the last competition..." Shui Long fell into deep thought.
On the other side, a taller man, exuding a fierce aura, scoffed disdainfully.
As a two-time champion, he held this skill-based style of play in utter contempt.
"Hmph, all those petty tricks that are beneath us," Bakuzan scoffed inwardly. "True martial arts are about overwhelming force!"
He looked at Gatlinger's performance on the ring with disdain in his eyes:
"That idiot Gatlinger actually got fooled by such fancy moves, what a piece of trash! If it were me, I wouldn't have given him a chance to show his skills!"
"When I meet this 'Ghost Dragon,' one punch, just one punch, will show him what true terror is!"
Chapter 134 Clash of Justice!
The battle in the arena has entered a heated phase.
Faced with Gatlinger's relentless offensive, Mumen Rider did not take the hit head-on.
His footsteps began to move with a wonderful rhythm, always managing to avoid fatal attacks at the extreme angles with the least amount of movement.
This is precisely the movement technique from the 【KING Style Secret Art - Martial Arts】: "Going with the Flow".
"We dodged it!"
"What incredible footwork! Gatlinger's fists couldn't even touch him!"
The tide in the stands had turned completely; the mockery had turned into amazement, and everyone was captivated by the exquisite dodging skills.
"This footwork... there's no mistake!"
In the contestants' area, Shuilong's eyes changed completely. He suddenly stood up straight, and his frivolousness and laziness vanished without a trace, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity and excitement.
This is almost identical to the movement technique of that senior in my memory!
Is that the senior himself? Did he participate in the competition under an alias?
No, that's not right... that shouldn't be possible.
Given that senior's level of understanding, such a childish gathering would probably be meaningless to him.
So, that is to say...
Is he a disciple of a senior? He actually took on a disciple?!
In stark contrast to the water dragon's excitement was the mountain's fury.
"Waste! Coward!"
Baoshan's face grew increasingly grim, and his clenched fists cracked.
"They just run around like rats! If they're so tough, they should fight each other fair and square! This kind of competition is an insult to the word 'martial arts'!"
In his view, martial arts should be a head-on confrontation, a clash of strengths, and a battle of wills.
The actions of "Ghost Dragon" on the stage were nothing more than a coward's escape and a betrayal of the spirit of martial arts!
Unlike Shui Long and Bao Shan, Lin Mo's smile was even deeper.
He felt not a trace of nervousness.
Because he knew better than anyone else that the Unlicensed Rider was on a martial arts path that he had personally paved for him, a path that was most suitable for him.
He knew that, given Mumen Rider's current physique, strength and stamina were still his weaknesses.
Therefore, the initial contents of that manuscript did not teach him how to attack, but rather how to maximize the use of his limited physical strength and power.
Of course, once his physique catches up, the latter half of the manuscript contains even more powerful and domineering attack methods.
On the ring, Gatlinger, who had been unable to break through Gatlinger's defenses, began to breathe heavily.
His stamina was greatly depleted by the frenzied attacks, while his opponent, though sweating, remained steady in his breathing.
"Damn it... damn mudskipper!" Gatlinger's eyes were bloodshot; he knew he couldn't drag this out any longer.
He suddenly took a step back, his arm muscles bulging exaggeratedly, striking a desperate pose.
"Take this! Ultimate Technique: Rampage Motorcycle!"
He channeled all his strength into this charge, and like a charging rhinoceros, he charged straight toward the Mumen Rider!
Faced with his opponent's full-force attack, Mumen Rider no longer dodged.
He took a deep breath, and the calmness in his eyes turned into determination.
He saw through his opponent's intentions and also saw the flaws.
Just as Gatling was about to collide with him, the Mumen Rider suddenly sank downwards, took a step forward, and cut into his opponent's arms against the violent impact!
His hands landed precisely on Gatlinger's waist, the force emanating from his palms!
【KING Style Secret Technique - Martial Arts】--"Shifting Stars and Changing Constellations"!
Gatling felt an irresistible guiding force, which abruptly steered his unstoppable momentum away from its course.
The massive body lost control due to inertia and brushed past the unlicensed rider, completely exposing its huge weakness.
The Unlicensed Rider's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he concentrated all his strength into one point and slammed his shoulder into Gatlinger's center of gravity!
He had used this move time and time again on countless dark nights to protect strangers and to uphold the justice in his heart.
This move embodies his entire will and unwavering belief as the "Unlicensed Rider".
However, this time, it was no longer a tragic suicide attack filled with mere courage, but a fatal blow infused with the essence of martial arts, enough to decide the fate of the world in one strike!
"justice……"
He roared out, but what he shouted was the name of his own move, which was already engraved deep in his soul!
"...Collision!!!"
"Boom——!!!"
A deep, muffled thud.
To the astonishment of the audience, Gatlinger was thrown into the air by the impact and crashed heavily onto the ground outside the ring, completely losing consciousness.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
There was a deathly silence.
Immediately, the referee seemed to wake from a dream, slammed the gong, and roared with all his might:
"The victor!!! The demon dragon!!!"
“Oooooohh ...
A deafening roar of cheers erupted instantly, nearly lifting the dome of the entire arena!
"Ghost Dragon! Ghost Dragon! Ghost Dragon!"
The audience chanted "Giryu"'s name wildly, offering the most fervent respect for this classic battle where the underdog triumphed over the strong.
The contestants' preparation area.
"Pah, pah, pah."
Shui Long clapped his hands with great interest, his face beaming with a radiant smile:
"A beautiful strike. Utilizing the opponent's strength, combined with all of one's own, and delivered at the perfect moment."
He licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with fighting spirit. "'Ghost Dragon'... I'll remember you."
"Let me see how strong this senior disciple is!"
Meanwhile, Baoshan was so angry that his face turned ashen, and his features were almost contorted together.
He threw a powerful punch, slamming it hard against the solid concrete wall beside him!
"Boom!" A clear fist mark was left on the wall, and spiderweb-like cracks spread outwards.
"Outrageous! That good-for-nothing actually lost! Lost to such an opportunistic guy!" He gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with malice.
"Just you wait, Guilong! Don't let me run into you in the competition, or I'll show you that in the face of absolute power, your laughable techniques aren't even worthy of tickling me!"
On the ring, the unlicensed knight knelt on one knee, panting heavily.
Sweat soaked through his martial arts uniform, and his muscles trembled from exhaustion.
But he slowly raised his head, looking at the boiling audience, his eyes shining with a light he himself had never experienced before.
They won a fair and square victory with their own hands.