Crossover Anime: Starting with Destroying Kengan

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Ding!

Suddenly, a system notification sounded in my mind.

"You have triggered a hidden quest."

"【The Matador】!"

"Task Description ①: Survive for five minutes against 'Demon Ox' Wu Horio without being defeated (passive combat is not counted) - Random skill level +1."

"Task Description ②: Kill 'Demon Bull' Wu Horio - Skill Lottery Draw *1".

"Task Description ③: Defeat 'Demon Ox' Wu Horio and ensure your own survival - Random skill level +1, skill lottery chance *1, random character simulation card *1."

"Note: Meeting any one of the above conditions will complete the task, and rewards will not be repeated."

……

The text that only I could see appeared in my field of vision.

Yato's heart grew increasingly heavy.

Hidden quests are never available under normal circumstances because they are fraught with danger; one wrong move and you could lose your life. This is the complete opposite of the types of quests that you can do or not do at will.

Encountering a hidden quest means that you have no other choice.

Of course, this is not the system's responsibility.

Hidden quests also have no penalties.

It's probably because if you can't get past this hurdle, no punishment will make a difference.

Therefore, this action by the system is more like a warning.

Don't take any chances.

Furthermore, generous material rewards were offered as motivation to boost morale!

So, to what extent can I actually achieve this?

Such a thought flashed through Yato's mind in an instant.

He lowered his body and stomped down hard, causing the solid concrete to crack slightly.

He seemed to transform into a shadow, skimming the ground as he launched a surprise attack on Wu Hori!

"Did you overcome your fear so quickly?"

Wu Horio thought to himself.

The body posture changes accordingly, the waist drops and the hips open, the body's center of gravity sinks infinitely downward, and the posture is as if to use the physical advantage to fight a positional war.

Just as Yato had thought, it was absolutely certain.

Despite having a clear advantage in all attribute values, they still chose to play it safe and steady.

Yato felt like he was launching a suicidal attack on a bull several times his size.

Wu Horio's two hands are like sharp bull horns.

The moment he entered the opponent's 'attack zone', the bull horn charged forward without hesitation.

That seemingly ordinary whip punch, amplified by its extremely high explosive power, was no less formidable than a real steel blade. Yato leaned forward, his palm barely brushing past the top of his head, the resulting gust of wind seemingly about to rip off a layer of his scalp.

Ignoring everything else, he punched Wu Horio in the armpit.

There is a nerve under the armpit. If it is hit hard, it can cause severe pain or even local paralysis.

Yato's objective was clear: weaken the opponent's fighting strength first.

Otherwise, if things really get to a head-on, intense battle, the only result will be that we get crushed.

Fists like sharp points, arms like spear shafts.

Every usable muscle fiber in the body is twisted together.

It is transmitted, transformed, and amplified through the human skeleton.

The resulting force is what all fighters strive for: 'whole-body power'.

Immediately after, the moment he struck his opponent, Yato's wrist jerked, his arm and even his entire body contracted sharply, and then he pressed forward.

The powder keg has been detonated!

Inch strike + whole force + vital point attack.

If this were one of Yato's previous opponents, this single blow would have been enough to make them recover for half a year before they could fight again.

But Wu Horio is different.

Not only did he not fall, Yato even had the illusion of hitting a rock wall.

At most, it caused the rock face to tremble, scattering a lot of debris and gravel.

There is no other impact.

Its skin is tougher than an elephant's, and it has a lot of fat underneath to absorb the impact. Even if it can't be completely digested, it can withstand the impact with its strong muscles and will never damage its organs.

With that punch, Yato truly understood what physical strength meant.

Wu Horio remained expressionless. Although he had been hit, the pain was nothing compared to the brutal training he had endured in the past.

Using Yato's momentum, he took a step back.

It looked like he had lost his balance and was about to fall.

His right fist retracted and pressed down, forcefully clamping down on Yato's fist.

He stretched out his left leg and hooked it behind Yato's right knee.

If his armpits are a lock, then his feet are hooks.

To onlookers, it looked like someone was about to fall, but was pulled back in time.

But in reality, Yato didn't want to be the 'good guy'.

Because most of the opponent's weight was on him, his balance was affected, especially since the opponent took advantage of the moment when the momentum of his forward charge had not completely dissipated after his attack.

So much so that this clamping and hooking perfectly replicated the miraculous effect of the pulling and traction techniques of soft techniques, leaving him unable to advance or retreat, like a bird caught in a net, at the mercy of a shrewd hunter.

In this position, Yato can't even use the most basic kicking techniques, let alone the Tempest Kick.

Wu Horio didn't give him time to think.

The next second, a left hook.

He aimed for Yato's face.

Yato can only use his left hand.

However, their muscle strength is not on the same level.

boom!

Yato was sent flying.

Fortunately, he had a stable lower body and adjusted his balance in the air. After landing, he only stumbled back two steps, his back barely touching the surface of a load-bearing column.

If it were anyone else, they would definitely crash into this load-bearing pillar and be completely disoriented.

A hint of surprise also appeared in Wu Horio's eyes.

But I wasn't surprised by Yato's lower body skills, but rather...

"What was that just now?"

He thought about it carefully.

That punch undoubtedly hit its mark.

However, the damage was much less than expected.

The problem lies in the other party's response.

Wu Horio's gaze fell on Yato's right arm, which was showing signs of muscle spasms.

To be precise, it's the forearm.

"Actively use your forearm to meet the attack, while simultaneously using your left hand to parry and absorb the impact... Is this some kind of Chinese martial art?"

Although it was a question, his tone was full of certainty.

This is confidence in one's own eyesight.

It is also based on rational, experiential judgment.

"call."

Yato took a deep breath.

They didn't have time to pay attention to the other party's questions.

In battle, whether you're chatting idly or daydreaming, it's suicidal, but it's also a sign of the strength of the warrior.

However, Wu Hori was right about one thing...

Yato strained his right arm to make sure it wouldn't interfere with the fight, then slowly moved his feet, adopting a stance that seemed overly conservative to onlookers.

With arms crossed in front of him and palms outstretched, he gives the impression of a scout observing from the front lines.

They would retreat as soon as they sensed danger, using their positions to keep the enemy at bay.

As the saying goes, hands are like two doors!

Chapter 31

"Oh?"

Wu Horio's expressionless face finally showed a slight change.

My body started working without any warning!

His agility attribute is the same as Yato's.

Although agility means more than just running speed, his short-distance sprint speed is still considered 'terrifying' by most people!

Like a charging bull, its momentum was terrifying, sending stones flying everywhere it stepped on the ground.

It makes it impossible for anyone to feel any desire to resist.

Yato stood there, waiting for him.

Wu Horio arrived in front of Yato and threw a punch.

Simple and brutal.

Yato raised his arms to parry, his whole body seemingly turning into a spring, contracting and rebounding to dissipate most of the impact and allowing his fist to land on the supporting pillar behind him.

boom!

Wu Horio smashed the outer layer of the load-bearing column, sending debris flying. It hit Yato on the back of his neck and stung a little, but he completely ignored it.

Right foot low forward kick.

A sharp wind of footwork is blowing!

The target was Wu Hori's most vulnerable part as a man.

Upon noticing this, Wu Hori slapped down with his right hand without hesitation.

He had to suppress Yato's raised foot sword.

But at that moment, Yato suddenly twisted his waist, spun around in mid-air, and without any hesitation, slammed his elbow into Gohori's right arm joint.

No matter how resilient the opponent is, it doesn't change the fact that the human body is a weak point!

Wu Horio's right fist was still pressed against the supporting pillar and he didn't have time to retract it. The inside of his elbow joint was facing Yato, and his other hand was also drawn away, leaving him almost defenseless.

Yato's elbow struck his opponent's arm with perfect accuracy.

Although no creaking sound was heard, Wu Horio was clearly in pain, his arm hanging limply and twitching unnaturally.

Anger flashed in Wu Horio's eyes.

The hand changed from pressing to grasping.