296: Chapter 293 Azure Dragon: Huh? It's my turn already?

"I can't imagine it; I actually thought about fighting Master Li back then. It was simply absurd."

Chen Youcai swallowed hard, his heart and liver trembling with fear.

Comparing them carefully, he was equivalent to one-fifth of Nakata Saburo, or maybe even one-tenth.

Master Li took out Nakata Saburo in seconds with a single shoulder bump and an elbow strike. That means... Master Li wouldn't even have to touch me, and I'd fall apart?"

"Mr. Fujino, you seemed to be shouting quite loudly just now. You were the one who pushed Nakata Saburo to issue the challenge. Now it is time for you to step onto the stage and prove that our Kyokushin-ryū is number one in the world.

I assume, Mr. Fujino, that you wouldn't want our Kyokushin-ryū to be humiliated?"

At that moment, in the Kyokushin Karate black belt area, a slender black belt expert looked at the balding middle-aged man beside him with a fake smile, while the latter's face had turned green.

Fujino-kun was currently panicking, panicking immensely.

His eyes darted imperceptibly to both sides, only to find that the group of bastards around him were all staring at him with wolf-like gazes.

"Bastards! A bunch of damned bastards! They want me to go to my death! To sacrifice myself for Kyokushin-ryū!"

Fujino-kun felt incredibly angry and terrified in his heart.

But at this moment, he had no choice but to do it. If he didn't prove Kyokushin-ryū's worth and wash away the humiliation,

What awaited him would be endless ostracization, and he might even be targeted by these former companions until a forced death sentence was carried out.

However, perhaps because he had waited too long, and at this time no one else dared to go up and challenge,

Meanwhile, on the other side in the backstage observation room, Merk frowned as he looked at the screen showing the empty arena where no one had responded for a long time.

"Mr. Merk, no one is stepping up now. To obtain more data, we need more frequent movements from this Mr. Li, preferably against powerful opponents. I want to test his limit data."

The research team leader said with a helpless expression.

Merk was also frowning as he watched Li Changsheng, who had been waiting for about ten minutes on the screen.

"Fine, wait a moment, I'll arrange it immediately!"

As he spoke, he walked straight out of the room, shouting into his headset as he went: "Now! Immediately! Rank four, Azure Dragon, I need him to go up and challenge Li as soon as possible!"

"Mr. Merk? But we must follow the rules. Violating the regulations rashly will cause unnecessary suspicion and panic among the lambs."

"Shit, then use a reasonable method to get him on stage. I need every single person in the top ten to step up and challenge Li!"

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Fujino-kun sighed softly; he ultimately couldn't withstand the fierce gazes of that pack of wolves.

Kyokushin-ryū wasn't actually this extreme, but these people were all his fellow countrymen and came from the same dojo—the one founded by Masutatsu Oyama himself.

They were a bunch of fanatics who fanatically worshipped Masutatsu Oyama, their minds constantly filled with the deluded belief that Kyokushin-ryū was number one in the world.

They believed that Masutatsu Oyama was the number one fighter in the world.

They were even willing to give their lives to defend the glory Masutatsu Oyama had earned.

Very similar to the Japanese Faction of a certain era, Fujino-kun stood up with a weary heart, feeling that he might be the only sane person here.

The surroundings were full of highly mentally ill patients.

However, just then, Bang!

The screen on the wall suddenly popped up with a VS screen showing two avatars colliding.

On the screen, it wasn't Fujino and Li, but Azure Dragon, the Yokozuna, against Li!

Eh?

In an instant, everyone in the lounge turned their gazes toward Azure Dragon, who was dozing at the very back.

Azure Dragon's body was fat and strong. When he wasn't exercising, he was either eating or sleeping; he needed a lot of rest, but once he moved, he was a monster.

Seeing the screen, a Yokozuna competitor next to him, who was clearly a size smaller than Azure Dragon, hurriedly nudged the snoring Azure Dragon with his elbow.

"Hmm? What is it? Yoshimura-kun?"

Azure Dragon looked at his companion dazed.

"Look... look... over there..." His companion, Yoshimura-kun, kept gesturing with his head.

Azure Dragon looked over belatedly and nodded, "Oh, did I press the challenge button? Am I sleep-walking?"

"Alright, Yoshimura-kun, give me a hand. I might have been half-asleep and accidentally pressed it. Whatever, I'll just go up and have some fun."

Azure Dragon's mind was still a muddle, but he didn't care much.

But soon he slapped his head, "Wait, Yoshimura-kun, wasn't my tablet placed over there?"

Right, how could he have pressed it by mistake?

But he scratched his head; thinking was too taxing, and he was too lazy to bother. It was just a challenge; he'd just go up and finish the fight.

With the support of his companion Yoshimura-kun, Azure Dragon's massive frame finally stood up unsteadily. However, as he stood and gradually recovered from his groggy state, his steps became increasingly steady.

He waved his hand, signaling his companion not to support him. He actually walked more steadily and nimbly than some ordinary people, though every step he took made a dull thud on the ground.

Strangely, even though his movements were large, the frequency of his body fat shaking was very small.

This wasn't fat; it was clearly 100% pure muscle encased in a thin layer of fat.

Azure Dragon's tested body fat percentage hadn't increased after retiring as a consecutive Great Yokozuna champion; instead, as he settled into leisure, his body fat percentage had actually decreased.

But his weight had increased rather than decreased.

This meant that this Azure Dragon was gradually transforming from a fat dragon into a true Azure Dragon.

Watching the behemoth that was Azure Dragon—the rank four giant—approach the cool killing machine on stage step by step, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Fujino couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. Although he didn't know why the usually lazy Azure Dragon had gone crazy enough to challenge this tough nut, at least he was saved.

Little did they know that Azure Dragon was simply sleep-dazed and had been manipulated behind the scenes.

Because he was sleeping, he had even missed watching Li Changsheng's previous battle.

"Hmm? Why does something feel off?"

Just as he walked out of the tunnel, Azure Dragon looked up suspiciously and scanned the surrounding audience.

"Why does today feel a bit wrong? What exactly is the problem? Right, the cheering!"

Suddenly, Azure Dragon figured it out.

In the past, every time he appeared, it would cause incredibly enthusiastic cheering. Whether it was sumo or combat sports, large-sized contestants were indeed very popular, and the audience loved seeing powerful heavyweights.

Although lightweights were fast, their brawls might go on for a long time without a result, often lasting through all rounds of a match.

The difference between lightweights and heavyweights was like the difference between a niche art film and a commercial blockbuster with special effects.

The former was highbrow and had a small audience, while the latter was for the masses, with no dull moments and non-stop excitement.

Azure Dragon found it strange because he hadn't considered that an even bigger star on stage had already stolen his thunder not long ago.

The audience's tastes had been spoiled. Azure Dragon? Sorry, the last giant like you, Odoba, is probably already being autopsied.