Chapter 106: If You’re a Man, Step Forward

On the arena, Koizumi Shirou and Wang Gang locked eyes, both emanating a powerful aura. The two stood opposed, tension crackling in the air as a fierce battle was about to erupt.

The spectators watched anxiously, unsure who would emerge victorious. Chen Yanggong’s heart held a flicker of hope as he focused on Wang Gang. He knew that Koizumi Shirou had already reached the late stage of the postnatal warrior rank, just a step away from the innate level—a formidable strength not to be underestimated.

As the referee’s signal sounded, the two dashed toward each other, colliding instantly. The clash of two late-stage postnatal warriors sent ripples through the surrounding air, stirring gentle breezes with their surging energy.

On the platform, fists and feet flew in a brutal dance, each relying solely on their physical prowess. Koizumi Shirou employed the Fuso country’s karate, each strike carrying fierce momentum and raw force. Wang Gang, however, wielded the cultivation manual gifted by Yang Fan, drawing upon its power for defense and offense.

Though lacking intricate techniques, Wang Gang’s military hand-to-hand combat training endowed him with lightning-fast reflexes, further enhanced by the cultivation manual’s aid. Their exchange became a raging tempest.

With every punch Wang Gang threw, a faint azure glow shimmered around his fist, exuding a sharp, cutting edge.

“Bang!”

Their fists collided with thunderous impact, like a low rumble of distant thunder. The force sent Koizumi Shirou staggering back five paces, struggling to regain his balance, while Wang Gang stepped back calmly, his expression composed.

Koizumi Shirou’s eyes darkened with gravity, secretly astonished. Wang Gang’s strength matched a late-stage postnatal warrior, a revelation that caught him off guard. Upon arriving at the international warrior competition, he had heard that among the Yanhuang warriors, none had reached this level. Clearly, his intelligence had been flawed.

“Is that all you’ve got? Looks like your Fuso warriors are truly trash,” Wang Gang taunted, his tone laced with mockery. He sought to provoke Koizumi Shirou, hoping to unsettle him.

Repeatedly called trash, Koizumi Shirou’s fury flared, his eyes burning with rage.

“Baka!” he roared, launching another attack.

This time, the aura he unleashed surged to its peak, leaving no reserve.

“That’s more like it,” Wang Gang grinned, his eyes blazing with combat spirit.

He once again channeled the cultivation manual, the azure glow around him intensifying, his presence terrifyingly formidable. Stomping the platform with force, he left a clear footprint and a crack instantly appeared beneath.

Like a cannonball, he lunged at Koizumi Shirou, his momentum savage.

Sensing Wang Gang’s increased power, Koizumi Shirou’s heart sank, astonishment flashing in his eyes.

“Get down!” Wang Gang’s face twisted into a fierce scowl, eyes flickering with icy resolve. Both his fists shimmered with pale blue light, his aura chilling and overwhelming.

Koizumi Shirou braced himself instantly, ready to defend.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Their fists clashed repeatedly, bodies colliding with brutal force.

The sound of flesh meeting flesh sent shivers through the crowd; some spectators’ blood boiled with excitement.

Under Wang Gang’s relentless assault, Koizumi Shirou was driven steadily backward, forced into defense. Completely on the back foot, his expression grew increasingly disheveled.

The Yanhuang spectators erupted in cheers as Wang Gang dominated his opponent, voices roaring with exhilaration. Hope for victory now burned bright.

Meanwhile, the Fuso warriors exchanged glances, silently shaking their heads, knowing Koizumi Shirou’s defeat was inevitable.

They had hoped the competition’s top prize would fall to Fuso this time, but now it seemed out of reach.

“Bang!”

Seizing the moment, Wang Gang struck Koizumi Shirou’s chest with a powerful punch, the force sending him flying back. Agony exploded in his chest, breath shallow; a mouthful of blood splattered forth, his face ashen.

Pressing his advantage, Wang Gang closed in, fists raining down like a tempest.

Koizumi Shirou was powerless to defend, his body battered repeatedly until he was hurled off the platform. The late-stage postnatal warrior was utterly defeated.

“Ah, he won!” Tian Xinxin screamed with excitement.

She quickly addressed the live broadcast camera, her voice brimming with pride. “Our Yanhuang hero Wang Gang has defeated Fuso’s strongest contender, Koizumi Shirou. He has proven that Yanhuang warriors are the mightiest—let us cheer for Wang Gang!”

“Heh, I wonder how the Fuso warriors feel now? So arrogant before, now they’ve been slapped down,” Tian Xinxin couldn’t resist mocking them further.

She longed to confront the Fuso reporter directly, to ask if his face hurt.

Online viewers erupted in raucous cheers and volleys of comments.

“Hahaha, I told you, Fuso warriors are trash!”

“Where are you, Fuso scum? Too quiet now? Tongue-tied?”

“Bro, we gotta keep it low-key. Screw low-key, Fuso warriors are trash among trash!”

The Fuso fans seethed with frustration at the barrage of insults flooding the screen.

They had no grounds for rebuttal now.

Even their strongest, Koizumi Shirou, had been trounced like a dog—who dared speak up?

They could only curse bitterly, then shut off their screens, unable to watch any longer.

“This time, Yanhuang has finally caught a break,” Old Han chuckled warmly.

He admired Yang Fan for producing such an outstanding disciple, though he regretted not recruiting him personally.

After defeating the young Fuso warriors, Wang Gang’s strength had earned the respect of all present.

His gaze shifted toward a young man seated among the Kimchi country warriors—Kim Jung-hyun.

Startled by Wang Gang’s piercing look, Kim Jung-hyun drew the attention of others, who broke into mocking smiles.

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