Su Ze was now president.
The Kengan Association's rules bent to his will.
He looked at Katahara Metsudo, smiling. "Former President Katahara, may I borrow your granddaughter?"
From defeating Wokou Yujaku to assuming the presidency, barely ten minutes passed.
The audience lingered, awaiting Su Ze's victory speech.
But the arena darkened.
A spotlight fell from the dome, pinning Katahara Sayaka.
Her image filled the four giant screens.
She inhaled deeply, eyes blazing with fervor, fists clenched, her dress straining as she roared, "Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gentlemen!"
"New Kengan President, War Ghost Su Ze, knows you're not satisfied!"
"To celebrate his ascension and ensure you leave thrilled, we're adding a match!"
"The ultimate showdown: President Su Ze versus all this tournament's fighters in a 1-on-31 super melee!"
"1 vs. 31!!!"
Sayaka's eyes flashed like lightning, electrifying the crowd.
Did they hear right?
1 vs. 31?
This wasn't a fight—it was a massacre!
But… if it was that War Ghost, maybe he could pull it off?
Firework pillars soared, images of the 31 fighters flickering on the screens.
Chaotic lights and effects pulsed for minutes, then stopped.
Thirty-one fighters stood at the arena's edge.
Wakatsuki Takeshi, Julius, Kuroki Gensai, Wokou Yujaku, Kano Agito, Kanoh Ron, Gao Lang, Honma Kina, Sakura Hibiki, Kanai Kosumosu…
Each had raked in billions as top-tier fighters.
Su Ze healed the injured with candies.
All for a true battle to sate his bloodlust.
And to farm desire points.
Some resisted, but Su Ze offered an irresistible deal.
Defeat him, and claim the presidency—plus 100 healing candies.
Spotlights formed a path. Su Ze strode forward, facing the 31.
Tens of thousands roared, their cheers piercing the heavens, desire points flooding Su Ze.
Sanity crumbled in this frenzy.
"Don't lose twice, Takeshi!" Tokugawa Mitsunari's small frame bellowed.
Fight! Fight! Fight!!!
Witnessing this was worth dying for!
"I always believed in you, Takeshi!" Furumi Heihachi roared, fists clenched.
"Senma Izumi, you must win!" Nogi Hideki, at the closest seat, looked like a desperate gambler, face flushed, feral.
Akiyama Kaede, beside him, didn't mock her boss—the air was thick with shouts, and even she screamed.
The fighters burned with zeal.
"I'll take back the presidency!" Kano Agito's fists tightened, humiliation fueling him. He charged first, leading the 31 like a wolf pack.
"Don't blame me if you die…"
Su Ze spread his arms, shirt bursting, a demonic visage of muscle forming on his back—terrifying, like a hellish Asura.
Ghost blood surged, stretching his sinews, making him towering, wreathed in wild bloodlust, gods and demons yielding.
The fastest to reach him wasn't Agito—it was Wu Leian, unleashing Liberation.
"Die!"
Leian, radiating madness, swung at Su Ze.
The punch closed in fast—Six Paths Skybreaker wouldn't dodge it.
Su Ze didn't plan to trade blows.
"Tempest Kick!"
His leg whipped like lightning, blasting Leian away.
No time to check Leian's fate, Su Ze faced attacks from all sides.
Muay Thai, the eight-limbed art, was perfect here.
His Muay Thai was LV15.
Boxing, with fluid footwork, was a roaming art, pairing perfectly.
His boxing was LV13!
In a flash, Su Ze's heavy fists floored three fighters!
But Wokou Yujaku's Nitoku Style: Ghost Chariot hit his waist.
The old fox, impossibly fast, had activated Possession, fighting for his life!
Who knew what the organization promised him?
"Cannon Fist!"
Su Ze countered, slamming Wokou's waist, tit for tat.
"Got you!" Oriba locked Su Ze in a bear hug, pressing close.
His arms, like steel clamps, squeezed Su Ze's waist.
"Blast Core!"
"Demon Spear!"
"War Axe Elbow!"
"Reverse Horizontal Chop!"
Top fighters unleashed lethal strikes on Su Ze's neck, face, and torso!
But with his ghost back active, Su Ze's durability was monstrous. His arms flexed, breaking Oriba's hold, spinning him like a windmill.
"Impossible!" Kanoh Ron, flung by Oriba's body, stood, incredulous.
A chop to Su Ze's neck, and not a hint of dizziness!
A monster among monsters!
Watching fighters swarm Su Ze, Ron felt like a Stone Age hunter facing a titan.
Pain hit, but Su Ze reveled in it, thrilled, slamming Oriba into the ground.
The earth quaked, then collapsed!
"Come, hit me!" His hair flared, bloodlust surging, a demon incarnate.
He abandoned footwork, taking all attacks head-on, waging a war of attrition against 31.
"Six Paths Skybreaker!"
Honma Kina charged, her fist sparking flames from air friction.
Gods evolve, gods revolutionize!
She'd lend Him a hand!
Su Ze stood firm, arms wide, taking the hit.
Far better than any massage!
His lips curved, eyes locking with Kina's, returning a punch she adored.
In a flash, Julius hurled a massive slab, blocking Su Ze's front view.
Fighters, masters of opportunity, struck.
Seven vicious attacks landed.
Su Ze, unfazed, sank his shoulders, growling, "Possession! Activate!"
Nitoku Style's secret, Possession, was his!
His heartbeat thundered like war drums, energy surging, veins bulging like coiled dragons, eyes blood-red, malice rampant.
A torrential aura whipped his hair back, transforming him.
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