Comics: Starting from the Blast Punch

Shinagawa District, Tokyo.

The night is deep, far away from the bustling and noisy streets, there is no warmth.

The blind spots in the city are nothing more than this.

Along the Meguro River, which has gradually prospered with economic development, a warehouse is filled with a wonderful warmth that can awaken people's instinctive impulses deep in their hearts and let their emotions be released involuntarily.

The warehouse is large enough to accommodate hundreds of people. It is more than enough to be used as a venue for underground concerts. In fact, there are quite a lot of people gathered here at this time.

There are suits and ties, as well as radical people with tattoos and T-shirts.

Ordinary people who step into here will feel like they have accidentally broken into another world

"Ohhhh! Blow his head off, 'Giant’！"

"Get that damn little guy back to the stinking ditch where he lives!"

"How could a third-rate underground group win the trump card of Bishamon?"

This scene can only be described as 'chaotic'.

People waved banknotes, their faces were bloodshot, and there was not much rationality in their eyes.

Their emotions were all focused on the square rope ring in the center of the warehouse.

There were three people standing on the ring.

One was the referee, and the other two were the contestants of the 'death duel' tonight.

"Hmm~ So you are the ace here?"

The black-haired young man seemed to have caught some interesting information and snorted.

To be honest, the opponent standing in front of him was somewhat different from the impression of"ordinary people".

He was two meters one, and his physique was not thin, but strong. He was only wearing sports shorts, and his upper body muscles were clearly visible. His leg muscles were also abnormally developed, and his weight was over 180kg.

What made the black-haired young man a little concerned was that the opponent's arms were unexpectedly long, affecting the overall proportions, but since he could be the second only to the [Kengankai]】、【The representative of the third largest fighting group in Purgatory, Bishaten, is fighting, so his strength is unquestionable, and this worrying feature may become a weapon for the opponent. The black-haired young man thought.

In the past year in the fighting world, I have suffered a lot. Unlike the outer fighting world, the rules here are not optimistic enough to worry about accidents in the ring. It is more normal to lose your life accidentally.

But... it is still very interesting, fighting

"If I were you, I wouldn't be laughing so happily."

The giant suddenly spoke.

He had a blank expression on his face, like a Buddha statue shrouded in shadows, with a powerful and oppressive aura.

"Less than one-third of the people I, Lewis Conder, have fought with can leave alive, but it is said that there are also many people who have lost their legs and hands and feel that life is boring, so they commit suicide."

"It seems that you are very confident in your joint skills."

The black-haired young man grinned, showing his bright white teeth.

The pure smile of excitement made the 'Giant Soldier' Levis Conde narrow his eyes, and gradually raised the killing intent:"I have heard of you, Igarashi Yato"

"I joined the underground fighting a year ago. At first, I was just a half-baked layman, but my physical fitness was good. Although I have never lost so far, how much can I improve? A genius like Imai Xiaoyu is not easy to meet."

"I'll let you know that you're just a loach rolling in the mud"

"What about you? A frog in a pond? You only scream in the dead of night?"

Igarashi Yato tilted his head and said some trash talk that made the other person even more angry.

"——Then!"

The referee raised his arms and shouted passionately:

"‘'Black Blood' vs 'Bishaten', the final round of the team showdown, both players please get ready!"

""Hmph!"

The giant suppressed his anger, his face became even colder, he lowered his body slightly, crossed his arms in front of his chest, but the movement of his wrists looked a bit like a boxing stance.

Yato took a standard sideways stance, which is the so-called fighting alert stance.

He glanced at the opponent's lower body intentionally or unintentionally. Although he was not wearing shoes, he could feel the abnormally developed lower limb strength. It was obvious that it was not a trick like stepping on the toes that could easily break the lower body's defense and further destroy its center of gravity.

‘A Legion... huh? Sure enough, it's different from the opponents I've encountered before.

After just a few glances, Yato could tell that his opponent was different.

"——"Begin!"

The referee waved his hand and then quickly opened his legs.

Facts proved that he was right.

The moment Levis Conde finished speaking, he pushed his feet against the ground and crashed into Yato like a car out of control. His desperate and tragic momentum was enough to extinguish the rationality of ordinary people, and his speed was also very fast... No, to be precise, his explosive power was excellent.

The explosive power that can make such a bulky body start as fast as a supercar is definitely not the result of simple training.