Chapter 144
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____Narration____
In Yuji's mind, Tokita Niko was lying on the ground breathing heavily, with numerous bruises all over his body, which, remarkably, was recovering slightly. Taira Genzan, who had been watching the master in silence, went over to him.
"What do you think?" Niko asked as he sat down and put his hand on his shoulder, which was clearly dislocated. "Can he beat that old man?"
Genzan didn't answer immediately. He put his hand to his chin, thinking about everything he had seen and comparing it with his memories of Kuroki.
Yuji was undoubtedly a monster. What's more, at his age, he was only beginning to blossom, so he had plenty of room to grow even more powerful. Genzan could say with complete certainty that the boy, with his current level of strength, was among the most powerful in the world... At least the world he lived in before he died.
But would he be able to beat Kuroki Gensai? Maybe.
It only depended on how the boy dealt with the karate master. Genzan couldn't do much other than teach him about the tricks and his experiences fighting his old friend.
Not even Taira Genzan knew how to beat him.
"I don't know." Genzan was sincere, which made Niko sigh.
"I suspected." Putting his shoulder back in place with a single movement, Niko stood up while wiping the blood from his lips. "Well, I taught him as much as I could in such a short time. It's amazing that he can absorb everything with a single lesson."
"..."
The two masters remained silent, Niko sighing as he felt his body recover its energy.
"So... How about a rematch? I really didn't like the result of our last fight."
Niko turned to Genzan with a mocking smile, the old master returning a tired grin.
"Well, if you want another defeat, then I'll take it."
"Ha! Dream on, old man!"
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In the cell where Hayami Katsumasa was being held, the businessman responsible for the attack on the island was standing while keeping his deformed face in the dark.
Faced with this situation, the old businessman could only contain his anger at the failure of his plan, blaming his incompetent subordinates, who even with the huge difference in numbers, were easily subdued.
He couldn't accept that he had been sloppy, proud, and that was why his plan had failed so miserably.
No... For Katsumasa, the main reason for his failure was due to a poor choice of pawns... And he would fix it.
With a huge smile appearing on his lips, the businessman gripped the cell's railing tightly, his eyes filled with an inexplicable madness.
If he couldn't trust hired pawns, then he only needed to do one thing...
"I should just create my own pawns!"
It was so simple! All he had to do was create an army of clones and come up with a new, better, foolproof plan!
Even if it took time, he would succeed. No matter how long he had to wait, he would get Katahara's head, and from then on, the heads of all the leaders who dared to stand up to him.
"Ha...Haha...Hahaha!"
Unable to hold back his own laughter, Katsumasa threw his head back as he let all the madness in his thoughts overtake him, the idea of creating an army of clones fueling his insanity even more.
"That's it... I just have to do it! Katahara! Katahara, your time will come-"
*Break
With his laughter ceasing at the sound of something breaking, Katsumasa's eyes widened when he noticed something strange in his vision.
'Why... Am I seeing everything upside down?
Looking at his hands upside down, Katsumasa choked on his own blood, his body falling to the ground as the life slowly disappeared from his eyes.
"You're lucky."
A voice sounded from above, but Katsumasa couldn't make it out. The intense pain spreading through his body and the cold wind of death reaching him prevented him from paying attention to anything else.
"The only reason you're not being tortured right now is because I have a fight. Feel lucky not to die such a painful death."
Disappearing without a trace, the man responsible for breaking the businessman's neck left Haiyama Katsumasa to enjoy his last moments of life in agony.
Without even being able to rethink their choices in life.
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When Wakatsuki was declared the winner of the second match due to Muteba's withdrawal, the crowd cheered, but this was quickly put to an end when, without much delay, the third match was announced.
Why is that?
Because Kuroki Gensai was already in the arena, exuding a pressure so powerful that it caused everyone in the place to fall silent in deafening silence.
Whether it was just the audience, or even the fighters, everyone was overwhelmed by this man's intention... No, this monster.
But could it be the same for your opponent?
No, of course not.
"It's good to see you here, Uncle Kazuo." Walking towards the entrance to the arena, Yuji had a calm expression as he saw his uncle accompanied by an Ohma Tokita. "And if it isn't Ohma Tokita. Congratulations on your victory."
"Thanks, kid." Ohma nodded with a small smile, his eyes roaming over Yuji, before stopping on his face as he noticed a subtle change. "You seem to have gotten stronger than last time."
"Is that so?" Yuji wasn't surprised when Ohma noticed his strength. "Well, I'll be facing a real calamity, so I'll have to use all my cards."
"But what about you? You seem much stronger since our quick confrontation."
"Yes... I decided to listen to some people's advice." Ohma replied, Yuji nodding with satisfaction.
"I see... Well, I hope you last until the final, I'd love a rematch."
"I say the same."
Kazuo Yamashita watched the friendly interaction between the two with satisfaction all over his face. Since the last meeting between the two had not been so pleasant, Kazuo had hoped that the two would eventually get along, and fortunately, this was happening before his eyes.
But remembering what he wanted to say to his nephew, Kazuo quickly pulled himself together.
"Yuji, be careful." Approaching his nephew, Kazuo warned with a serious expression.
"Uh? What's that, Uncle Kazuo? Trust your nephew, after all..."
Walking past the two of them when his name was called, Yuji flashed a confident smile.
"I'm not in a position where I can lose."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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