Chapitre 10: Chapter 10: Strong x Winner
Irumi could even vaguely see Bruce Lee's shadow in his attacks.
*Ha!*
Kuliman once again launched an attack towards Irumi. He was no longer surprised that Irumi could recognize his martial arts styles, considering several had already been identified.
*Ha!*
First, he kicked towards Irumi's right knee, intending to break his lower body.
*Bang!*
His kick accurately hit Irumi's knee, but Irumi remained motionless.
"Is your leg made of stone?" Kuliman grimaced in pain as if he had kicked a piece of stone.
"Is your martial art merely an imitation?" Irumi stared at Kuliman expressionlessly. His anticipation, which had been changing with Kuliman's varying techniques, had turned into disappointment.
"First, break through my martial art!" Kuliman gritted his teeth, gave up kicking, and turned his right hand into a claw, aiming for Irumi's chin. Irumi clenched his left fist, and with a "thud," it collided with Kuliman's right claw.
With a "crack," Kuliman's finger joints broke.
But Irumi had no intention of letting him go. Extending his clenched left hand, he grabbed Kuliman's right wrist with a "snap." Kuliman endured the pain and threw a straight punch with his left hand towards Irumi's chest.
*Peng!*
However, Irumi firmly caught his punch with his right hand, gripping his wrist tightly. No matter how Kuliman struggled, he couldn't extract his hand from Irumi's grasp.
"Ugh... Let go of me!"
Kuliman's face contorted in a ferocious expression as he lifted both his left and right legs and repeatedly kicked at Irumi's body, but Irumi remained unaffected. Moreover, his left wrist was increasingly painful. Irumi's strength was so overwhelming that it was hard to believe. The excruciating pain made Kuliman furious.
"What kind of monstrous power is this?"
"Why is there such a monster-like kid?"
Irumi was getting slightly annoyed, allowing his opponent to kick and strike his body as he pleased without any change in his expression. To him, this level of attack was merely scratching an itch. Compared to punches weighing several tons from Tsubone, it was simply insignificant. The reason Irumi had been fighting him for so long was just to see his so-called martial art, nothing more.
"Oh!"
"Ladies and gentlemen in the audience, it seems like a stunning reversal has taken place on the field!"
"Kuliman's hands are controlled by Irumi, preventing him from pulling them out."
"No matter how Kuliman strikes Irumi's body, Irumi seems effortless..."
"No, it should be said that he's enduring it like an adult facing the attacks of a three-year-old without changing his expression."
"Ah, using that phrase here doesn't seem quite appropriate?"
The enthusiastic voice of the commentator timely rang out, voicing the doubts in the audience's minds.
"What's going on?"
"Are they still fighting?"
"Hey, you two, stop clinging to each other and start fighting!"
The people in the spectator stands urged loudly. They wanted to see a bloody fight, not two motionless figures on the field.
"Disappointing. Is this the martial art you have comprehended by studying various styles since childhood, incorporating the best of many schools? Studying martial arts since childhood for several decades. In the end, it seems you don't have any talent."
Irumi's face showed a disappointed expression, and Kuliman clearly sensed the disdain in Irumi's words, fueling his anger.
"What do you know!?"
"You're just a brat who has no understanding of martial arts!"
"People like you who are born with incomparable talents."
"How could you understand the desire for strength that we weaklings pursue!?"
Faced with Irumi's contempt, Kuliman's expression turned fierce, and he voiced his inner resentment through a furious roar. Tears welled up in his eyes uncontrollably.
"Why does martial art have to rely on talent!?"
"Why can some people step on others from the moment they're born!?"
Kuliman's sudden roar silenced the entire arena. Even the commentator on the commentary booth stopped explaining the current situation, and the audience focused their attention on the teary Kuliman on the screen. Irumi remained expressionless, unable to respond to Kuliman's inner roar. He was not a weakling, so he couldn't empathize from a weakling's perspective, but he could fully understand Kuliman's emotions.
At this moment, Kuliman was enveloped in pink mist representing jealousy, light green mist expressing rage, and orange mist representing resentment and sorrow.
"Enough."
Irumi spoke softly. This match was nearing its end. Irumi released Kuliman's wrist with his right hand, instantly clenched his fist, leaving only his index and middle fingers extended, and struck Kuliman's forehead, philtrum, and chin at an imperceptible speed.
*Bang, bang, bang!*
The three sounds almost merged into one. Kuliman's face bore three indented finger marks, and blood gushed out.
The entire move, from initiation to completion, took only 0.01 seconds.
"Yinzhi Sanliang" (Imprint Fingers: Three Strikes).
Kuliman's mouth opened wide, but no sound came out. His eyes widened, eyeballs bulging, with blood vessels spreading across the whites of his eyes. Suddenly, his eyes rolled up, his body went limp, and he lost consciousness.
"It's time to say goodnight, imitating uncle."
Irumi released Kuliman's right wrist that he had been holding onto with his left hand. Kuliman's body collapsed to the ground, motionless. And the duration of this battle was merely two minutes and thirty-six seconds.
"The... the match is over!"
The referee ran over, looking at the unconscious Kuliman lying on the ground, blood continuously flowing. He quickly declared Irumi the winner. Irumi, just like in previous matches, silently turned and walked towards the exit beneath the arena.
"It... it's over!!!"
The enthusiastic voice of the commentator once again resounded, reigniting the atmosphere in the 90th-floor arena.
"The winner of the match on the 90th floor is..."
"Irumi Zoldyck!!!"
"With a time of two minutes and thirty-six seconds, after a series of intense battles..."
"With a dramatic single strike that ended the fight in an instant!"
Spotlights illuminated Irumi as he slowly walked towards the player exit, and the audience in the 90th-floor arena erupted into wild cheers. This battle had ignited their passions. Even the spectators who had bet on the losing side couldn't help but stand up and cheer, considering their money well spent on this thrilling fight.
"Hehehe..."
Tsubone and Gotoh sat in the spectator stands, and Tsubone, looking at Irumi effortlessly securing victory, couldn't help but shed tears.
"Young Master Irumi is still a genius."
"Ugh, why can't I stop my tear ducts."
Tsubone wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her face filled with a deeply moved smile.
"That player named Kuliman really had bad luck." Gotoh still wore a cold expression, showing no surprise at Irumi's victory. "If he hadn't encountered Young Master Irumi. With his skill, he could have easily made it to the 150th floor. With his versatile fighting style and his martial arts prowess based on hand-to-hand combat. Perhaps even those guys on the 200th floor, without using Nen, wouldn't necessarily be able to instantly kill him…"
"It's just unfortunate luck for him to meet Young Master Irumi on the 90th floor."
Gotoh's glasses flashed with a glimmer of light as he commented on Kuliman, Irumi's opponent.
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