293: Chapter 290: Saburo Nakata Arrives

It was completely unlike the confusion of the audience; here, it was crystal clear that no one could throw a fight, and making money was a very easy matter, at least on the surface.

Therefore, some of those with a background in Boxing, upon seeing the scene of Odoba dying in the ring, rationally gave up.

Are you kidding? If someone with a physique like Odoba really went into Boxing, I doubt there would be any room left for Tyson.

It would probably only be when Odoba grew old that a boxer capable of truly overturning his dominance would appear.

On the contrary, some martial arts practitioners took an interest, especially those in Muay Thai, Karate, and the like.

"Nakata Saburo! What do you think?"

At this moment, in the Kyokushin Karate area, several black belt experts were staring at the screen with their arms crossed, their expressions solemn.

"This is an excellent opportunity. I believe the reason this Li was able to win is because of his speed! We are not inferior to him in this regard. Odoba was just a stupid big guy; I think Nakata-kun can defeat him!"

The several black belt experts turned their gazes toward the middle-aged man sitting at the very end. His eyes were tightly closed, and his head was slightly lowered as if he were meditating.

His physique looked very robust, similar to that of Masutatsu Oyama of Kyokushin Karate, yet he wasn't as bulky as Masutatsu Oyama. His build was more balanced and lean, indicating that his agility was not weak.

To make fighting more convenient, he had shaved his head, and his face and hands were smeared with Vaseline suitable for combat, making them look shiny and greasy.

"This is a Martial Artist from the Xia Kingdom. I once had the honor of witnessing a true expert when I went to the Xia Kingdom, and he has strength comparable to that person. At the time, the opponent subdued me in a single move."

Nakata Saburo exhaled lightly, his eyes slowly opening, revealing a fierce glint.

"That was back then, Nakata-kun. Didn't you say so yourself? You went to the Xia Kingdom when you were twenty, and at that time, your combat skills hadn't truly reached the realm of the extraordinary.

But now, you are a true Great Master, comparable to Masutatsu Oyama. Haven't you always regretted not being able to compete on the same stage as Great Masters like Masutatsu Oyama and Bruce Lee?

Furthermore, this detestable Xia person crippled Yamamoto Gojuro. This is a humiliation. Please, Nakata-kun, avenge us! Avenge Yamamoto Gojuro!"

As they spoke, the group of Karate black belt experts bowed to Nakata-kun.

"Hmph! True, I do want to face this person, but not for revenge. Yamamoto Gojuro is just a piece of trash.

In combat, the loser has no qualifications for anything; only the strong possess everything. If you lose, you can only blame yourself for being shameful."

Nakata-kun spoke with disdain, his tone filled with contempt and mockery for Yamamoto Gojuro.

He believed that weaklings in combat who lacked self-awareness deserved to die. A warrior cannot ignore their own failure; the defeated can only atone through seppuku!

"I have bitterly trained for decades, and today I have finally waited for a true opponent. I will challenge him properly. Li! He is a respectable opponent.

If I kill him, I will request the company to hold a grand funeral for him, and I will attend the funeral personally. The strong are worthy of respect!"

As he spoke, Nakata Saburo slowly stood up, his arms still crossed. He wasn't wearing the white Karate gi, but rather a Japanese Faction kimono, with a black upper garment and gray hakama, looking like a ronin from the Edo period.

This showed that he was a very old-fashioned person at heart.

With that, he pressed the challenge button and immediately strolled toward the passageway.

Seeing a Japanese Faction contestant stand up and walk away, the group of Xia Kingdom Martial Artists were all stunned.

"Isn't this Yamada Saburo, ranked fifth? He's challenging Master Li?"

"Yamada Saburo is still very formidable. If his Kyokushin Karate weren't limited by his age, he would have reached the highest rank long ago. Compared to him, the previous Yamamoto Gojuro was just a clown seeking attention."

"This person seems to rarely make a move, but every time he does, he defends the ring nine times in a row in one go. Every time he fights, he strikes without hesitation, giving no one a chance. He ignores the opponent's probing and feints, going straight for the kill. He is extremely ruthless, aiming to kill in one move every time."

"Is this Japanese Faction guy very strong?" Listening to the discussion around him, Zhang Zhao couldn't help but look at Master Chen to the side.

"Strong! Of course he's strong. Once this person stands on the ring, it often makes challengers hesitate, because every opponent who has fought him has died.

Fighting him is a matter of life or death. He only challenges nine times each time before choosing to withdraw, knowing his stamina is insufficient.

But once he chooses to fight, it is inevitably a life-or-death style. We also call him the 'Desperate Saburo'."

Chen Youcai shook his head and sighed, his tone filled with a hint of apprehension.

Zhang Zhao nodded thoughtfully, but even so, he still had extreme confidence in Li Changsheng.

"How many moves do you think Master Li needs to defeat him?" Chen Youcai asked.

"Within three moves, or perhaps even one move to decide the winner!" Hearing this, Zhang Zhao spoke without hesitation.

"You're that confident in Master Li? This Nakata Saburo's strength is not weak, and Master Li just had a great battle with a beast like Odoba, this..." Chen Youcai couldn't understand why Zhang Zhao was so confident.

"Since they are both experts, have you ever seen experts dawdle when fighting each other?"

Zhang Zhao shook his head and sneered, pointing at Nakata Saburo's back. "Kyokushin Karate originated from Tang Shou, and after many years of evolution in the Japanese Faction, it gradually integrated their local concepts, combining it with Kendo, Judo, and so on.

But I don't need to see how he fights; just by looking at the steadiness of his footwork, I can tell he is not someone who follows the rigid, conventional routines of Karate."

"His gait has a hint of the small Southern Fist styles from our country's southeast, like small footwork, short steps, and dragging steps. Generally, the center of gravity is low, with the whole sole of the foot on the ground, sinking the hips, and stomping the feet.

He fits all of this. These are the characteristics of Southern Fist: the hand techniques must be flexible, the footwork must be rooted. When the hands are fast, the horse stance emerges; if the horse stance isn't chaotic, it has its own rhythm. Just on this point alone, this person is much stronger than Yamamoto Gojuro."

"Then why do you say Master Li can solve this person in one move?" Hearing this, Chen Youcai was stunned. You've been boasting about how strong the opponent is, so where does this inexplicable confidence come from?

Zhang Zhao didn't respond, but instead smiled and said, "How about we make a bet?"

"A bet? Bet on what?" Chen Youcai was confused.

"I bet that Master Li wins in one move, a clean and swift victory! If he doesn't solve Nakata Saburo in one clean move, then I lose," Zhang Zhao said calmly.

"And what's the stake?"

"If it's money, that's a bit too vulgar. We are Martial Artists; if I lose, I will teach you my insights on martial arts. If you lose, you must teach me your insights on martial arts."

"This... I don't have any insights. Compared to you in kung fu, Master Zhang, you are much more skilled than me. What insights could I possibly teach you?"

Chen Youcai shook his head with a bitter smile.