"Kano Agito went down with honor!"
Su Ze grinned as desire points surged.
Honestly, an Agito without "Dragon Fist" was of limited value—better as a stepping stone for points.
He'd just redeemed a batch of invisible dragonflies, binding them to Yamauchi Sakura and others. He was broke.
He swore it wasn't for peeping—just protecting the girls.
Caught in the Kengan's vortex, he couldn't risk someone targeting them.
Su Ze circled the arena, soaking up desire points.
Finally, he stopped at the edge, gazing at a VIP box above.
Inside, Oriba held a wine glass, locking eyes with Su Ze, his muscle-bound face splitting into a grin.
[Oriba's Battle Intent: +200]
[Oriba's Battle Intent: +332]
[Oriba's Battle Intent: +578]
[Oriba's Battle Intent: +844]
[Oriba's Battle Intent: +1200]
The cheers, roars, and screams of tens of thousands faded.
In a darkened world, only they existed.
Group B was down to two.
Su Ze and Oriba!
Crash!
Oriba leaped like a tiger, shattering tempered glass, dropping from dozens of meters. His feet hit the arena steady, wine glass unshaken, as he saluted Katahara Metsudo with gentlemanly flair. "Old Mr. Katahara, may Group B hold its semifinal now?"
Not a drop of wine spilled.
Fighters watching were quietly stunned.
Far more shocking than a harmless freefall.
"I… approve!" Metsudo said, face unreadable.
"Whoa!" Tokugawa Mitsunari jumped, thrilled.
One epic fight after another.
This Kengan was worth it!
"Haha, don't be sad, old pal," Tokugawa slapped Metsudo's shoulder, laughing. "If it falls apart, I'll lend you Tokyo Dome to rebuild the Kengan."
"Sad?" Metsudo shot him a strange look, then grinned maniacally. "I'm thrilled!"
Long-dormant blood surged in his withered frame.
The feeling drove him wild!
Metsudo and Wu Huiliyang were cut from the same cloth.
"I accept your challenge, Karasuma…"
A true hero harbors grand ambitions, cunning plans, the means to encompass the cosmos, and the will to swallow heaven and earth!
Losing one Kengan meant little to Metsudo.
He ruled Japan's banking world, wealth inexhaustible.
Why could Hayami Katsumasa fail repeatedly yet survive?
Because Metsudo found it… entertaining!
Oriba, satisfied, smiled lightly, turning to his employer, Kurayoshi Rino. "Miss Kurayoshi, your Kengan status is secure. If I go a bit… overboard, no issue, right?"
The Kengan forbade malicious killing.
But a fist without malice or ferocity was no fist at all.
"Do as you please, Mr. Oriba," Rino said, hands clasped before her chest, blessing him sincerely. "I believe you'll win."
Rino had a unique gift: those touching her skin fell under her sway.
Hence, Queen Bee.
Few knew her control could be positive.
Like now.
Oriba, spurred by her encouragement, felt a jolt, testosterone surging.
He bowed knight-like to Rino, then faced Su Ze, smiling. "Care to test strength, One-Punch Man?"
One-Punch Man?
Su Ze raised a brow. Catchy title.
"I'm game," he said, hands in pockets, approaching Oriba.
"Unbelievable! Is Su Ze really challenging Oriba's strength?!" Katahara Sayaka's voice electrified the arena.
Spectators held their breath as the gap closed.
"His strength doesn't seem exceptional," Wakatsuki Takeshi said, leaning on his injured frame in the front row.
The superhuman tiger, defeated by Onitake's fighter Nitoku.
Furumi Heihachi chuckled. "His punches are fast—strength's probably decent, though no match for Oriba."
Oriba's prowess was no secret; his helicopter-dragging workouts were legend.
Seeing Su Ze accept, Oriba's skin rippled, his suit exploding, leaving just briefs. His chiseled muscles gleamed diamond-like under the lights.
Arms spread, he advanced, his life force stirring a hot wind, distorting the air.
Su Ze stood firm, raising both palms.
Oriba loomed, gripping Su Ze's hands, pressing down with titanic force.
Boom!
The ground roared, caving under the pressure.
Su Ze's shirt burst apart.
Pure strength against strength.
No tricks!
After seven seconds, Su Ze's arm muscles bulged, like awakened dragons, veins pulsing like torrents, sacred and solemn.
Oriba's knees began to bend.
Slowly, their heights leveled.
Their eyes—one wild, one trembling—locked.
Su Ze's gaze burned with frenzy.
Oriba's pupils quaked, disbelieving.
Su Ze's arms swelled, force surging.
Boom!
The ground roared again.
Oriba's knees hit the dirt, his spine quivering.
If this continued, his back and legs would snap!
"Yabai…" Rino covered her lips but didn't stop the match.
Maybe Oriba had a chance?
He was so strong.
Her bestie's boyfriend's life paled against her championship.
"One-Punch Man, that's what you called me, right?" Su Ze grinned.
Oriba clenched his teeth, silent.
The crushing pressure in his chest kept him mute.
"Take my punch and stand, and I'll call you a hegemon," Su Ze taunted, dominating, spouting bold words.
One-punch Oriba—challenging.
Thrilling.
Shocking enough.
Su Ze recalled Baki's Sonic Fist.
Imagine your body has countless bones, then use them to accelerate!
Physical limits couldn't change.
But imagination was boundless!
Honma Kina's Six Paths Skybreaker worked because her tendons compressed like a super spring, delivering massive damage.
Su Ze could wield it better—his tendons outclassed hers!
What if Sonic Fist met Six Paths Skybreaker?
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