Chapter 936: Chapter 741: King_3 The performance of "The 1812 Great Overture" has reached its peak—
The horn of counterattack sounds here!
—Endless bombardment begins!
The rumbling sound never ceases, Akasaki Makoto hunched over, maintaining a defensive stance with stiffness, incredulous, incomprehensible, and unable to think clearly.
How can such a violent consecutive strike exist in this world.
Not confined to explosively unleashing several times the power in a single punch, but striving for relentless attacks, letting overwhelming impacts like a torrential downpour engulf the enemy.
After abandoning the initially flawed ’Heavenly Collapse,’ this is an applied method developed by Huai Shi himself based on the drummer’s foundation!
Based on the Overload State, it fuses the rhythm changes of the Performance Method, compressing every motion and step’s beat interval to the limit, finally unleashing a flood in the count of over two hundred beats per second!
Will such an attack... really have an end?
Behind the defense of his arms, Akasaki Makoto growls angrily, stubbornly holding onto defense.
How can a Sublimator’s body maintain such terrifying operational frequency without cost? This is simply impossible!
No matter how terrifying the technique, it’s limited by people; the human body has limits. No matter how violent the attack is, it will end eventually...
There will always be gaps!
Gaps!
Through the narrow crevice between his arms, Akasaki Makoto’s pupils turned bloodshot, keeping his eyes fixed on the storm approaching him, waiting for the moment Huai Shi reveals a flaw.
Waiting for the crucial chance of victory to arrive—
At that moment, behind his arms’ defense, Akasaki Makoto grinned fiercely.
It’s now!!!
At that instant, Huai Shi’s right arm punch paused slightly on his defense, less than 0.1 second of brief gap.
The distance between victory and defeat is right here!
From the hunch and defense, Akasaki Makoto roared, charged forward, burning steel fist blasted out, hurricane whistling, spreading from bottom to top—an uppercut!
But right in front of him, Huai Shi instead of retreating moved forward, shortening the distance actively, closing in!
Even that flushed face appeared momentarily ethereal, like flickering images on an old television.
No, it’s not Huai Shi’s problem.
It’s himself!
It’s his own... eyes?
A sudden buzz in his brain, followed by the belated spread of impact, heavy pain spreading from the jaw. Then, the second wave! Third wave!
In the rapidly forming darkness, he strained his eyes, only seeing the afterimage of Huai Shi’s left arm swing.
Such a beautiful jab...
This was his last thought before losing consciousness.
With the dull sound of hitting the ground, Huai Shi’s action stiffened in mid-air, panting heavily, sweat rapidly emerging from pores and evaporating quickly, like lingering mist.
Maintaining a chain ’bombardment’ for a full forty-one seconds, he had never before come so close to his limit. If it weren’t for Akasaki Makoto’s inability to tolerate the humiliation from being suppressed by a rookie for so long and his eagerness to counterattack, he might have knocked himself out.
Now, once stopped, his limbs began twitching rapidly, muscles moaning, oozing blood, nearly immobile.
Just now, their victory and defeat differed only by an instant...
And when Huai Shi lowered his head, a broken horn fell from his forehead, trailing threads of blood.
This is the consequence of being grazed by that punch...
Akasaki Makoto’s biggest mistake was not rashly counterattacking, but choosing the uppercut to defeat the enemy. Overly trusting Huai Shi had reached the limit and forgetting his speed...
At that moment, as Akasaki Makoto attacked, Huai Shi launched a counterattack, targeting his jaw as well.
Jab!
In a snap, thrice consecutively!
At the same distance, the speed of the jab is far superior to all other techniques...
The impact on the jaw instantly spread to the brain, no one’s brain can withstand three drum-level jabs in such a short time...
—K.O!
"The result is decided."
In the dead silence, Lawrence dropped the beer can, applauding for this spectacular boxing match: "Brilliant, simply brilliant!"
Speaking, he lowered his head, looking at the person on the ground with a strange smile.
"Akasaki, no regrets losing, right?"
On the ground, Akasaki twitched once, then again, soon the previously vacant pupils fluttered, waking from the concussion.
After some time, he finally reacted to everything that had just happened.
As he raised his head, looking at Huai Shi, his expression became complex.