Chapter 321: Berserk!
For a normal human being, the brain maintains a series of safety limiters on the
body, typically allowing for the use of only about thirty percent of one's true
physical potential. If one were to forcibly exceed this limit, the muscles and
tendons would rupture under the strain, leading to total biological collapse.
The Kure Clan, however, was a lineage forged through a thousand years of
"Selective Breeding" to create a body capable of handling that overwhelming
burden. In the heat of battle, they could discard these limiters, releasing
their Latent Explosive Power to attain the strength of a living demon.
This was the Kure Secret Art—[REMOVAL]!
The "Release Rate" of this power was a matter of innate potential. Fusui Kure
sat at 28%. Reiichi Kure reached 50%. The stone-faced Horiuo Kure boasted 80%.
Even the high-schooler Karura Kure had reached a staggering 85% at her young
age.
But Raian Kure [The Devil]...
His Release Rate was 100%.
Combined with his sadistic personality, his inhuman combat instincts, and his
genius-level martial talent, Erio Kure had once evaluated him with a chilling
certainty: "This boy is destined to be etched into the blood-soaked history of
the Kure."
In the Ring.
The impact of Raian's [REMOVAL] was so visceral that it silenced the crowd.
There were no cheers, no whistles. The plaza fell into a heavy, suffocating hush
as the monster stood before them.
Reiichi Kure massaged his temples from the observation deck. "And there he goes.
He's going to level the plaza."
Beside him, Horiuo remained stoic, but his voice carried a hint of concern.
"Patriarch, is it wise to use the [REMOVAL] in a public exhibition match?"
Erio Kure nodded slowly. "For the sake of our Clan's evolution in this new era,
I never intended to keep our secrets hidden during this 'Street Brawl.' But...
this is just a festival bout. That idiot Raian is being self-indulgent again."
The Patriarch's complaint was mostly for show. Since Ren Shiroki had managed to
stand up and offer a technical critique after that last beating, no one in the
Clan questioned the necessity of Raian going all-out.
"IT'S THE [REMOVAL]!!"
The announcer finally found her voice, her tone jumping an octave. "Raian Kure
has officially activated 100% of his latent potential! The Demon is unleashed!"
"Is he finally turning serious?!"
"..."
Raian's eyes, now pools of pitch-black ink with glowing pupils, locked onto Ren.
The pressure he radiated was warping the very oxygen in the ring.
"Tch. Go to hell!"
Raian snarled, his voice a distorted rasp. "I don't give a damn about the match.
I just want to trample you. The thought is making me lose my mind... I can't
hold it back anymore!"
"Here it comes, Brother! Keep those eyes open! I'd hate for you to die before
you see the finish!"
ZIP!
Raian launched forward. He didn't use technical footwork or tactical
positioning. He used raw, unbridled velocity. He covered the distance like an
arrow, closing the gap into Ren's inner-circle in a single heartbeat.
BANG!
A heavy punch fired at Ren's face. Ren didn't have the frames to dodge; he
performed a high-speed neck rotation to shed the kinetic energy.
But the heartbeat before the fist could pass his cheek, Raian's hand snapped
open. He used his massive palm to completely "cover" Ren's face.
SLAP!
He shoved forward with his entire mass, his fingers hooking around the back of
Ren's skull to yank his head toward his own waist.
"So fast!!"
The announcer triggered a minor [REMOVAL] of her own just to track the
movements. "Raian Kure has seized Ren Shiroki's head! What brutal, unrefined
savagery!"
Raian didn't break rhythm. He launched a rising knee aimed straight for the back
of Ren's exposed skull—a neck-breaking blow.
In the heartbeat of impact, Ren's arms wrapped around Raian's right arm. He
drove his feet into the sand and leaped, using the giant's own arm as a fulcrum
to vault his body upward and away.
Zip!
Raian released the grip instantly, spinning to face his rear.
Simultaneously, Ren touched down. They were now face-to-face, less than half a
meter apart. Both men unleashed an attack at the exact same micro-second.
Raian fired a savage low-level scan-kick.
Ren, whose lead foot had just touched the sand, didn't drop his other leg. He
used a [PARKOUR] "Stomp-Stance" mid-air.
CLACK!
Ren's heel slammed down onto Raian's attacking ankle, stopping the high-velocity
kick dead in its tracks.
Ren prepared to apply the pressure to pin Raian's foot to the floor, but the
Devil erupted with raw, physical torque.
"ORAA!"
Raian roared, his leg muscles bulging as he performed a vertical heave, forcibly
bucking Ren's foot off his ankle.
Ren's weight shifted onto his left leg. He used it as a pivot, performing a
high-speed "Double-Tap" adjustment. He didn't drop his right foot; he used the
upward momentum to spin his entire mass into a 360-degree roundhouse.
[RYU'S HURRICANE KICK]!
"DIE!"
The lightning-fast kick tracked toward Raian's jaw, but the Devil had already
Tightened his right fist. He brought it down like a falling sledgehammer.
BANG!
The fist slammed into the sole of Ren's foot. The agonizing pain shot through
Ren's leg, forcing him to stumble back several paces to reset his balance.
"A technical Hurricane Kick... pulverized by a hammer-fist!" the announcer
shrieked. "Raian Kure is meeting technical mastery with absolute, unrefined
violence!"
"And look! LOOK!!"
"Up until this moment... Raian Kure has not used a single Kure Clan technique!
He is fighting Ren Shiroki with nothing but his Raw Biology!!"
As Ren retreated, Raian was on him instantly.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A storm of unrefined punches and kicks rained down on Ren. He blocked and
parried where he could, but the sheer volume and velocity were overwhelming. He
was being methodically pushed back.
THUD! THUD!
Fists slammed into Ren's forearms. The sound of the impacts was like stones
being crushed.
Slowly, Ren stopped his attempts to counter. He sank into a total defensive
shell, his eyes narrowing as he waited for a singular frame of error.
BOOM!
Frustrated by Ren's guard, Raian unleashed a full-power heavy straight. The
wind-up was a fraction too long, leaving a micro-opening in his offensive
rhythm.
—Now!!
Ren stepped in. He twisted his core and fired a rising Shoryuken uppercut.
BANG!
The fist connected, but the sensation through Ren's knuckles was wrong.
Raian had snapped his right arm up, catching the rising uppercut flush on his
forearm. Faint wisps of heat rose from the impact point.
"Nice punch! Too bad I've still got plenty of 'Receiving' energy left in the
tank—!"
Zip!
Raian's left hand snapped out, seizing Ren's right wrist. He yanked the youth
violently toward him, his right fist firing at Ren's face.
POW!
Ren's features blurred from the trauma. Blood sprayed from his nose as his head
snapped back.
Raian didn't release his grip. He yanked Ren back in for another round.
Zip!
Ren was dragged back into the kill-zone. Seeing another heavy punch coming, he
dropped into a deep crouch, using high-speed footwork to weave through the
storm.
Offense vs. Defense. The two were locked in a high-speed stalemate. Raian let
out a savage, guttural roar, his intensity continuing to climb.
"A 'Combat Physique' isn't just about big muscles! And it certainly isn't that
boring 'Super-Physique' crap that doctor brags about!"
"It's Torque! It's absolute, total suppression!"
Raian began to red-line. His strikes grew heavier, faster, and more chaotic. He
circled Ren, firing a series of massive horizontal scan-kicks.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Every impact on Ren's guard carried the weight of a truck. Ren was forced to
move, but Raian's heavy steps kept him pinned. The Demon was systematically
deleting Ren's balance.
Raian was a [DEVIL] among the Kure. He existed only to destroy.
The spectacle of his raw violence was so intense that the spectators found
themselves struggling to breathe. This wasn't a match anymore; it was an apex
predator toying with its prey.
"GYA-HA!"
Finally, Ren's footing failed. He was knocked to the sand, his vitals exposed.
"Hah... hah...!"
A wave of pure, dark euphoria flooded Raian's system. He stared down at the
prone Ren Shiroki, his pupils quivering.
"I can't hold it back anymore, Brother. Ready for the finish?"
What can't he hold back?
The finishing blow.
Hearing the threat, Ren Shiroki—lying on his side—offered a glazed, distant
look. His lips moved, whispering a single word: "Approved."
Raian's eyes went wide with joy. He aimed for Ren's midsection, coiling his
massive right leg for a final, bone-shattering soccer kick.
BOOM!!!
Ren was launched across the ring like a human cannonball. He slid across the
sand for nearly eight meters before his back slammed into the perimeter fencing.
Crash-rattle!
The crowd leaned in, many certain the match was over.
But through the settling dust, a raspy murmur drifted from the wall.
"Raian-kun... those hands are truly... ridiculous."
"But... I've finally parsed them."
The observers watched in shock as Ren Shiroki raised his right arm. He had used
it to shield his vitals from the soccer kick. Faint wisps of steam were rising
from his bruised forearm.
Zip!
Ren slapped the ground with one hand and vaulted to his feet. He wiped a few
drops of cold sweat from his brow, a predatory grin of his own returning to his
face.
"Thanks to you... it's been a while since I've seen a set of 'Strikes' this
comprehensive. It was a hell of a treat."
"Your 'Fists' and your 'Feet'... I've officially recorded them into my biology!"
"..."
The statement left even Raian stunned.
Everyone present knew that Raian had been using zero "Technique." He had relied
entirely on raw, physical dominance.
Ren Shiroki scanned the crowd, noting their confusion. He looked back at Raian,
his eyes locked into the [ENGINE] state.
"I wasn't looking at your 'Kure Arts,' Brother. I was looking at You."
His vibrating pupils seemed to pierce through Raian's demonic aura.
"The striking itself... it's beautiful. It's the ultimate foundation."
"Let's start the Real fight now, shall we?"
(End of Chapter)
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