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The game scenes are extremely realistic; you can even feel the cool evening breeze brushing against your cheeks.
On the other side, Guilong's game character—a man dressed in a traditional karate uniform—had already taken a fighting stance.
"Let me show you the difference between games and real combat!"
Before he finished speaking, Guilong suddenly stepped forward, lowered his center of gravity, and delivered a swift low kick like a whip towards Lin Mo's ankle.
This is the starting stance of Reppukan Karate – "Shunpu-ga" (Instant Wind Kick), which emphasizes speed and suddenness, aiming to disrupt the opponent's rhythm and test their strengths and weaknesses.
This kick was fast, accurate, and ruthless, embodying the skill that Guilong had honed through countless trials.
However, in Lin Mo's [Martial Arts Eye], this kick appeared to be full of flaws.
He didn't even think about blocking; he simply took a half-step back casually.
That half step, no more, no less, was just enough for Ryuji Onizuka's toes to brush against his trouser leg, creating a gentle breeze.
When his attack missed, Guilong's pupils contracted slightly, a hint of surprise flashing through his mind. However, his fighting instincts prevented him from pausing, and instead, his offensive intensified.
With a low shout, he unleashed a swift and powerful combo attack, followed immediately by a whirlwind kick.
With a continuous barrage of punches, hand chop, and high spinning kicks, the techniques of Reppukan Karate are brought to the fullest extent, showcasing the "fast, accurate, and ruthless" characteristics of Reppukan Karate.
In an instant, on the virtual Kiyomizu-dera stage, the figure of the demon dragon soared up and down, its fierce attacks almost completely enveloping Lin Mo.
To a few spectators outside the stadium, the match seemed somewhat comical.
"Hey, what's that guy in black doing? He seems to be backing away and dodging."
"Is it a network delay? Why does he seem a beat slow?"
"That karate fighter on the other side is pretty strong, but unfortunately he can't land a single punch. This match is really boring."
Saitama, sitting in the audience, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the show. He stroked his smooth chin and said:
"That opponent's punches always seem to be just a little bit away from hitting King. It's really interesting."
"No, teacher."
Genos, who was recording the battle footage, said, "Mr. King dodged the attacks with minimal effort each time. Their skill levels are simply not on the same level."
A storm raged within him. "I always thought that Mr. King's power was as absolute as my teacher's."
"I never imagined... that his skill in martial arts would reach such an unfathomable level..."
The terror and frustration felt by Guilong on the stage far surpassed that of anyone outside the arena.
He seemed to have the upper hand, but only he knew that none of his attacks had actually touched the hem of his opponent's clothes.
The opponent's dodge was not a large jump or block, but an extremely subtle body sway.
Sometimes it's turning to the side, sometimes it's twisting your waist, and sometimes it's just slightly tucking your neck in.
The feeling was as if he had thrown a punch with all his might, only to have it land on cotton. He couldn't exert any force, nor could he retract it, leaving him feeling so frustrated that he almost vomited blood.
"Damn it! Stop running away like a rat!"
Ghost Dragon roared, his patience worn thin by the prolonged ineffective attacks, and decided to unleash his signature move.
"Secret Technique: Gale Hundred-Crack Fist!"
He concentrated all his strength into his fists and unleashed dozens of straight punches in an instant at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to perceive.
Each punch carried the sound of air being cut, and the shadows of fists intertwined.
However, faced with this seemingly sure-fire attack, Lin Mo finally made his first "attack" move.
Amidst a flurry of punches, he calmly extended one index finger.
His "Martial Arts Eye" had already seen through the essence of this set of boxing techniques.
The so-called "Gale Hundred-Crack Fist" sacrifices the power of a single attack in pursuit of the ultimate attack frequency.
However, precisely because of this, the power of each punch originates from the muscles of the arm, rather than the overall power of the body, resulting in a power gap at the starting point where all attack trajectories converge.
Lin Mo then precisely pointed his index finger at that "point".
His fingertips lightly touched the inside of Guilong's wrist.
Instantly, Guilong was struck dumb, frozen in place.
He only felt a strange vibration coming from the other person's fingertips, spreading along his wrist to his entire arm, and his proud signature move crumbled on its own.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Mo made a second move.
He delivered a standard karate punch to Ryuji Onizuka at an extremely slow pace.
The punch was slow, so slow that even the spectators outside the arena could clearly see every detail.
Sink your waist, rotate your hips, extend your shoulder, and throw a punch.
It contains an indescribable Taoist charm.
The audience outside the venue was completely baffled.
"What's going on? Why are they doing calisthenics after the fight?"
"What kind of tactic is this? Slow-motion taunting? No fun, let's go check out other areas."
In the already sparsely populated audience seats, the last few tourists who had come out to watch the spectacle also got up and left, leaving only Saitama and Genos.
However, Guilong, who was in the middle of the situation, was completely stunned when he saw this punch, as if he had been enlightened.
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Guilong's expression was both excited and shocked.
He saw the power originate from the soles of his feet, pass through his ankles, knees, and hips, and finally be unleashed through his arms onto his fists without reservation!
Every joint rotation and every muscle contraction is perfectly timed, without a single superfluous movement.
That's definitely the level of a martial arts grandmaster!
In an instant, he pictured himself sweating profusely in the dojo day after day.
His master's teachings, such as "power originates from the ground," "waist and stance are one," and "fist moves at will," were phrases he had heard countless times and thought he had completely mastered.
Only at this moment was the true meaning behind it revealed to him.
His much-vaunted "Raging Wind Hundred Crack Fist" pursues superficial speed and flair, but abandons the essence of martial arts.
Compared to this "simple and unadorned" punch, his own moves were simply laughable!
The person in front of me pointed out every superfluous part of my movements with the most subtle gestures;
With the gentlest touch of a finger, he exposed the core flaw in his own boxing technique;
Finally, with this slow punch, he demonstrated to himself the highest realm that martial artists dream of!
What terrifying martial arts skill! And what a broad mind!
Who exactly is this person?
Shame, gratitude, ecstasy... a complex mix of emotions welled up inside him, causing Guilong's body to tremble slightly.
He opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't utter a single word.
He subconsciously imitated Lin Mo's movements, lowering his waist and turning his hips, trying to deliver a punch that contained a brand-new power generation technique.
Although his movements were still clumsy and stiff, the moment he threw his fist, he could clearly feel a unified force flowing from his feet straight to his fist.
The sound of his punch was heavier and more concentrated than any of his previous punches!
Seeing this, Lin Mo nodded slightly.
He then withdrew his fist, stood calmly in place, and made no further move.
Guilong stared blankly at his fist, then looked at the unfathomable man opposite him.
He knew that the so-called competition was over.
If the opponent wants to win, it probably only takes one move, or even half a move.
Throughout the entire ordeal, the opponent never actually attacked him once, yet he learned more from the experience than he had in ten years of rigorous training at the dojo.
This is no longer a competition, but an incredible opportunity!
Guilong took a deep breath, and in front of the almost empty audience seats, facing Lin Mo's game character, he abandoned all combat stances and bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle.
"I surrender."
He then pressed the "surrender" button on his control panel without hesitation.
【KO!】
[Winner: A-777!]
A huge "Victory" sign appeared on the screen, announcing the end of this obscure match.
Guilong slowly took off his VR glasses; the light from the real world made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.
He ignored the outcome of the match and immediately began searching for contestant number A-777 in the crowd.
However, Lin Mo had already turned and left the moment the match ended, silently merging into the crowd in the distance with Saitama and Genos.
Guilong stood frozen in place. Finally, he found a secluded corner and trembled with excitement.
"So that's how it is... So that's how it is! That's how power is used... Martial arts... So that's how it is..."
He imitated Lin Mo's slow punch over and over again, sometimes frowning in thought, sometimes showing ecstatic joy, completely immersed in his own world, tears unknowingly streaming down his face.
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In Arena 3 of Zone C, a match that should have been ignored by everyone was simultaneously captured on the cameras of two people through the backstage monitoring network.
In the players' rest area, Shuilong was idly watching the battle situation in various competition areas through the big screen.
He has won three games in a row, each game ending in less than a minute, and his opponents' skill level has left him yawning.
"Sigh, I should have just stayed home and watched a movie instead."