“Begin!” The student acting as referee dropped his arm.
Step!
Almost at the same instant the command rang out, Oda’s left foot stepped sharply forward, and his body leaned in as if he were about to rush.
Slide!
But halfway through that forward lean, he quickly pulled his center of gravity back to his right foot and snapped backward at high speed.
A feint!
A brilliant distance trap that looked like a forward rush but was actually a retreat!
No matter how talented Yoru was, he had only fought one match against Senior Brother.
His combat experience was still severely lacking.
Oda was confident he could trick him, wait for his attack to miss, and then counter fiercely.
Although playing mind games with a beginner was a little shameless, who told Yoru to be such a freak?
However, imagination was beautiful, while reality was cruel.
The moment Oda shifted his weight, before his body had even pulled back halfway, his vision suddenly went black.
Bang!
Bang, bang…
The next instant, violent impact sounds rang out in rapid succession!
Blood burst almost simultaneously from Oda’s forehead, nose, chin, chest, and lower abdomen.
It was Yoru!
He truly had not seen through Oda’s feint.
But he was too fast!
Fast enough to ignore the flashy trick entirely!
The instant the command rang out, his thighs kicked off at the same time.
Extraordinary Tendons erupted, and his body shot forward like a streak of light.
He covered the two-meter distance in only half a second, even faster than a top boxer’s rush.
Immediately after, the tendons in his shoulders and elbows erupted again.
His jab turned into a blurred afterimage, striking Oda from forehead all the way down to lower abdomen.
From start to finish, the fight lasted only one and a half seconds.
Thud!
Oda fell backward with his head tilted up, his unfocused pupils filled with confusion.
Even after passing out, he still did not know what had happened.
“What…
what the hell was that dash speed?” “And that seamless follow-up jab after the rush.
Is that even reasonable?” “Freak.
He’s too much of a freak!” The watching students had seen it all clearly and instantly burst into disbelieving cries.
“Sigh, I’m still inexperienced.
I kicked off too hard and overshot by half a meter.” Yoru, meanwhile, was still sighing over his poor distance control.
He had originally wanted to rush one and a half meters, land perfectly within attack range, then chain into a lightning jab and maximize his speed advantage.
In the end, he had underestimated the explosive power of Extraordinary Tendons!
More accurately, he had underestimated their explosive power when used with proper force-generation posture.
He had shot forward two full meters at once.
But what surprised him even more was…
Oda had actually “cooperated” by retreating to exactly that distance and perfectly receiving his full combination with his body!
Amazing!
As expected of a gym that could make even Boxing King Kaolan come over for exchanges.
The level of its coaches was incredible!
He had actually seen through Yoru’s flaw in advance—overshooting—and perfectly cooperated with it!
“Next!” Yoru fired up completely.
With such excellent coaches, how could his strength not rise?
As long as he humbly asked for guidance, he would definitely be able to quickly integrate his combat skills into actual battle.
“Coach Mikami, go!” “Don’t let this rookie look down on Glory Boxing Gym!” The students, who had suffered countless training sessions, enthusiastically carried the unconscious Oda Nijuuichiro down from the ring and cleared space for the next coach.
As long as…
As long as all the coaches were sent to the hospital, they could happily drink and eat barbecue!
Haha… The coaches were suffering, yet the students felt like they had returned to their school days.
“Go, rookie!” A few students failed to control themselves and accidentally exposed their true feelings.
“Come on!” Coach Mikami’s face turned purplish-red, and he forced himself to jump into the ring.
What else could he do?
The gym’s honor had been placed on the line.
Even if he could not do it, he had to bite the bullet and go up!
Even if he ended up lying in the hospital like Senior Brother Kubotori, he could not lose his fighting spirit in front of the juniors!
“Ready!” “Begin!” Bang!
Bang, bang…
The familiar sound of rapid strikes rang out again, and Coach Mikami gloriously fell.
“Next!” “Coach Matsushi!” “Hurry, get up there and beat this rookie down!” This time, it was not Yoru shouting.
It was Coach Matsushi’s own students.
The other classes had already been liberated.
They could not fall behind.
Their competitive spirit was being used in an extremely strange direction!
Bang!
Bang, bang…
The familiar lightning jabs.
The familiar backward collapse.
Three coaches lay flat in a row.
“Coach Takakazu!” Bang!
Bang, bang…
“Coach Otsuka!” Bang!
Bang, bang…
“Hm?” But as the fights continued, Yoru suddenly noticed something strange.
The coaches who went up afterward could not produce the same perfect “cooperation” that Oda Nijuuichiro had shown.
What was going on?
Were the gaps between senior coaches really that big?
But it did not matter!
The feeling of absorbing a combat technique for the first time and leaping from rookie to boxing expert was too addictive.
He could no longer stop.
So…
“That’s all of them!
Move, move!
Send the coaches off!” The coaches lay in a neat row, while the students carried them away in groups.
In the blink of an eye, the boxing gym that had just been bustling with energy became empty.
“Off?” “Off where?” When Nana, who had finished organizing Sakura Hibiki’s Latest Training Plan, heard the commotion and came out, she only saw two cleaners squatting in the ring, diligently scrubbing away bloodstains.
“What happened?” “Where did everyone go?” Nana grabbed Yoru, who had a towel over his shoulder and was about to head for the shower.
Yoru forced himself to stay calm.
“They went for team building!” Then he added, “Mm, the atmosphere was very lively!” Broad daylight?
During training?
They suddenly left halfway for team building?
Those completely mismatched words were forced together so awkwardly that Nana’s head went blank for a moment.
“Maybe their bond was just that good.” Yoru gave a vague explanation, quickly slipped free from her grip, and escaped into the shower room.
It was all because he had gotten too carried away mowing them down like a Musou game.
Before he realized it, he had wiped out the gym’s entire coaching staff.
Looks like he could never come back here again.
As for the lesson fees he had not used up, he would not ask Glory Boxing Gym to refund them.
Let them part ways here and forget each other in the martial arts world!
…
At the same time, in another place.
“Boss, I want to transfer to Valkyria!” The female champion of the Slaughter Coliseum, the Explosive Kung Fu Girl, and also a famous degenerate gambler, Lee Yuzuha, was seriously handing in her resignation to her boss.
“You’re sure?” The boss frowned deeply, his face full of displeasure.
Yuzuha was not only a top-tier female fighter, but also possessed a stunning appearance.
Her features were delicate as a painting, her skin fair and clear, and with her signature kung fu outfit and playful bun hairstyle, she looked exactly like a kung fu beauty who had stepped out of a video game.
In the Slaughter Coliseum, and even across all of Kanto, she had a huge number of fanatical diehard fans.
She was their undisputed money tree.
“Of course I’m sure!” Yuzuha cupped her fists, her eyes firm.
“Where the money flows is where people go!
That five million will be taken by me, Lee Yuzuha!” She was very short on money right now!
Mm, short on money to bet on horses!