Chapter 63: The Old Wave Dies on the Beach
While the battle raged on and dust flew everywhere...
A few hundred meters away, Saitama was unhurriedly preparing the hotpot ingredients.
"Hmm... You have to peel off this stringy part from the water spinach stems, otherwise it won't be tender."
"The enoki mushrooms need to be separated a bit more, or they'll clump up when boiled."
"The greens need another wash... And why are all these meatballs so misshapen? Old Man Bang really doesn't know how to pick groceries."
Saitama muttered non-stop as he inspected each ingredient, complaining about the poor taste of the elderly.
Aside from the Wagyu beef, Bang had bought all the other hotpot ingredients himself, and the quality was inconsistent.
In front of a hotpot connoisseur like Saitama, it was clearly not up to standard.
"Haa!"
Bang shouted, slamming his right hand onto King's incoming fist. With a twist of his wrist, he neutralized the force, channeled it through his body, and fired it back out with his left hand.
King did the same, neutralizing Bang's left-hand attack with one hand and countering with the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist using the other.
Although they seemed stuck in an infinite loop, Bang's expression was growing increasingly ugly. His hands had started to tremble uncontrollably.
His physical body was too weak. The cumulative force stacked by both sides had reached his limit. If they continued stacking power, Bang would likely lose outright.
I need to find a way to end this stacking cycle...
Bang raised his hand again to neutralize King's attack. While thinking of a strategy, he used the flowing water intent with his whole body, retreating rapidly.
Realizing the old man wanted to run, King naturally refused and quickly chased after him.
Their Water Stream Rock Smashing Fists collided in mid-air, creating a violent airwave that cleared the dust within a hundred meters.
While maneuvering and dodging, they continued to trade blows with the technique, the power behind each strike escalating further.
Actually, ending this stacking state was simple: just redirect the increasingly powerful force into the ground and stop countering.
But Bang couldn't do that anymore.
The force had stacked to a terrifying level. His dojo wasn't far from here. If he caused an earthquake in this area, the dojo's surroundings would turn into a disaster zone.
Fighting and retreating, they unknowingly extended the battle line over several kilometers.
King took a step forward. The faint blue light of the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist traced an arc in the void as he threw a swift straight punch at Bang's face.
As expected, the power of this punch was redirected and neutralized again. But unlike before, Bang didn't choose to use this force for a counterattack. Instead, he deflected it to the side.
In the next second, this berserk force poured into a mountain towering into the clouds behind him.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!
Instantly, the entire mountain was covered in dense cracks. Rocks fell like rain, and the earth shook violently.
Bang turned and ran without hesitation. He didn't want to be buried under rubble.
In the next instant, the force accumulated from dozens, perhaps hundreds of exchanges completely annihilated the mountain, shattering it from the inside out.
In the blink of an eye, the towering peak was reduced to a pile of rubble, though it still formed a small hill of debris.
Bang, having run a few kilometers away, turned around but couldn't see King. He was confused.
Where is Mr. King? He didn't get buried under the mountain, did he?
Just then, vitality as hot and ferocious as the sun shot into the sky. Invisible shockwaves swept in all directions, instantly dispersing the dust cloud raised by the mountain's collapse.
Massive boulders flew into the air, clearing a path for the person inside the rubble.
King walked out. He was still completely unharmed; not even dust had landed on him.
Seeing this, Bang was about to assume the stance of the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist again, but he suddenly tasted iron in his throat.
The experienced martial arts grandmaster immediately understood what that metallic taste meant. He stopped his preparations and shook his head helplessly.
I lost. The young people really are holding up the new era. It's time for this old man to retire.
Yes, Bang had lost to King in this contest of Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist.
His hands were too weak to continue neutralizing the opponent's attacks, and his body had suffered internal injuries from the repeated redirection and countering.
King, on the other hand, had remained at ease from start to finish. His terrifyingly strong physique allowed him to neutralize and counter indefinitely, bringing out even more power from the technique.
While the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist was indeed a technique for overcoming hardness with softness and conquering the strong with the weak, having a sufficiently powerful body allowed one to take the martial art to a higher realm.
Although Bang was the founder of this style, his body was ultimately still within human limits, not overly absurd.
He relied mainly on his martial arts skills and powerful combat ability to suppress monsters.
But in King's hands, the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist combined with his powerful body to create a miraculous reaction.
Thinking this through, Bang felt relieved. He smiled and waved to King in the distance.
"I'm done. This old man lost this battle. Young people truly are the main force of the era, hoho."
Hearing this, King smiled back. He retracted his ocean-like vitality, and his aura returned to normal.
He dusted off his clothes, his tone filled with genuine praise:
"Old Man Bang, your Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist is truly exquisite. If your physical body didn't limit you, your strength could reach an even higher level."
Bang waved his hand dismissively. There was no loneliness in his eyes, only infinite hope for the legacy of his martial art.
"King, you don't need to praise this old man so much. I'm already very happy that the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist has a successor.
"As the saying goes, the new wave pushes the old wave, and the old wave dies on the beach. But seeing the new wave surge more fiercely than myself... even if this old wave dies on the beach, it feels worth it."
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