Crossover Anime: Starting with Destroying Kengan

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Yato slowly walked to the center of the arena and asked with great interest.

"What he can give, I can give too."

Xia Ji glanced at the burly man on the pile of clutter out of the corner of his eye, and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth.

I appreciate your kindness, but it's a shame not to give these things a try since you've prepared them.

Yato glanced around at the weapon racks and said casually.

"……Yeah?"

Xia Ji's facial muscles twitched involuntarily, but he forced himself to suppress it and took a deep breath, saying:

"Then the first test is weaponry."

"You can choose any weapon here. The requirement is to defeat my ten disciples with your weapons within one minute, and you cannot let any part of your body other than your weapon touch your opponent, or let your opponent's weapon touch you. Even if you just tear the corner of your clothes, you will fail."

"Oh haha~"

The man on the pile of junk grinned and made a strange noise.

"As expected, you never disappoint in this area, Xia Ji."

Although it was rare for Xia Ji to be addressed by his full name so seriously, he was not happy at all.

"What? Do you have any objections?"

"Me? What demands can I make of an insect's struggle? Even I wouldn't be that demanding."

Ten Ghost Snakes and Two Tigers sneered.

Xia Ji's face turned ashen. He knew, of course, that the other person was mocking his unseemly eating habits, but so what? He had deliberately raised the difficulty level!

Otherwise, if they actually pass the test, not only will they lose face, but the other party will also use this as a reason to report to the leader, threatening their position.

"Yato Igarashi, you..."

"Only this?"

Xia Ji, who was about to ask, "Are you going to admit defeat?" was suddenly silenced by Yato's calm retort.

"You...what did you say?"

"I'm asking, do you have any other requests?"

Yato twisted his neck and grinned.

His smile, in Xia Ji's eyes at this moment, seemed to perfectly overlap with that bastard, Ten Ghosts and Two Tigers.

"Demands? What else do you want? Do you think you can defeat my disciple under these restrictions? There's a limit to how much you can look down on people...!"

"No, no, no, what I actually wanted to ask was..."

Yato casually took off his straw hat and tossed it behind him. The hat spun around and landed on Narukami Torahiro's head, causing the latter to be slightly taken aback. He then picked up the hat and started playing with it, seemingly delighted.

"Can I kill them?"

The black-haired youth's eyes suddenly snapped open as he uttered the second half of his sentence, unleashing a terrifying pressure like that of a dragon. Though fleeting, it caused Tokita Nitora to freeze in his tracks, their smiles growing even more playful. Xia Ji's reaction could only be described as utterly pathetic; he stumbled backward, nearly falling flat on his backside.

"...!"

Xia Ji looked pale and stared at Ye Dou with a hint of fear in his eyes.

"What's wrong? If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes."

Yato pressed for an answer.

“…Phew.” Xia Ji clutched his chest, panting, finally catching his breath a little. He then gritted his teeth and said, “Add one more restriction: you can’t kill any of those people. That’s it! If there are no problems, let’s begin.”

Yato smiled with satisfaction upon hearing this.

Because at that very moment, he successfully triggered the mission.

Hidden Quest: [Threshold]

"Mission Description: You are about to enter the world's largest mysterious organization, but some people seem to have ulterior motives towards you. You need to pass the examination by a genius examiner to prove your worth."

"Task Rewards: Crystals*3 / Item (Skill) Draw*4 / Random Character Summoning Card".

……

Summoning Card?

Yato glanced at it briefly and thought it was just another simulation card.

Upon closer inspection, I realized the font was incorrect.

"Could it be that it can permanently summon people from other worlds to this world?"

My mind was instantly filled with countless guesses and fantasies.

Unfortunately, now is not the time to ponder.

Xia Ji's ten disciples were already in place.

They were all tall and strong, but they maintained their physiques very well and did not have excessive muscle.

Wearing thicker clothes, you wouldn't stand out much on the street.

But in Yato's eyes, these people were much stronger than the opponents he had encountered in previous underground fighting matches.

The total of the attributes is between 8 and 9.

It may not seem very high, but Xia Ji himself is a weapon expert, so the disciples he trains or the assessments he creates are naturally inseparable from weapons, assassination, poison, and the like.

If weapons are taken into account, in a one-on-one fight, a fighter of the Giant Soldier level would probably be killed cleanly in less than ten moves.

There is a high wall between weapons and bare hands.

Ignoring attribute differences, slaughtering opponents is as natural as eating and drinking.

However, their strength will be greatly reduced once they lose their weapons.

"Can't be hit with other parts of the body, can't be touched, and definitely can't be killed...?"

Yato pondered for a moment.

His gaze swept quickly across the weapon rack.

A decision was made in just a few seconds.

"Oh? That's rare. There are still martial artists using such outdated techniques these days. It seems I need to find some time to correct this kid's views as well."

"Ten Ghosts and Two Tigers whispered."

"That is……"

A look of surprise flashed in Narukami Torahiro's eyes.

call--

A heavy yet sharp sound of something cutting through the air.

As it is wielded, a sense of grandeur and magnificence arises spontaneously, making people dare not approach.

Yato held a solid wooden stick about two meters long in his hand, casually twirling it without striking any particular pose. But his seemingly relaxed movements sent a chill down the spines of the ten disciples.

Many ancient martial arts styles in various countries developed from weapons, but now many martial artists have abandoned weapons and chosen to further evolve their techniques into pure fist and foot skills. They originally thought that the young man in front of them was also this type of martial artist, otherwise it would be impossible to explain his profound martial arts attainments at such a young age.

But they seem to be wrong.

Besides his martial arts skills, this person also seems to have considerable expertise in weaponry.

That effortless ease was palpable even with your eyes closed.

Yato's gaze swept across the room, as if he could see into people's hearts.

"My senior brother once said something like this... The more chaotic the place, the more survival skills you need."

"So I also hope that you have enough ways to protect yourselves."

"Even though it's just a wooden stick without a spearhead, it still hurts a lot when you hit it."

The ten disciples exchanged glances.

They moved in perfect unison, surrounding Yato.

If they don't take action now, they're afraid they won't have the courage.

Seeing this, Yato adjusted his stance slightly, placing the staff horizontally in front of his chest, with his right hand in front and his left hand behind, one gripping with a reverse grip and the other with a forward grip, like two locks firmly securing the back half of the staff.

"—!"

Suddenly, a loud shout drew Yato's attention. A man behind him threw a throwing knife from his sleeve, and a man wielding an Emei dagger suddenly appeared from the opposite corner, his speed almost matching the speed of the throwing knife.

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Yato flicked his wrist, the movement barely perceptible, but the tip of his staff seemed to come alive, lunging like a snake to bite and deflect the oncoming throwing knife.

The steps shift, the waist and stance move as one.

The force is applied to the six joints (shoulder, elbow, wrist, waist, knee and ankle).

One second it seemed to be pointing straight ahead, but the next second it changed direction, the end of the stick became the tip, and it thrust out like lightning, hitting the heart of the person holding the Emei dagger.

The man felt a surge of force strike him through the stick, as if it were not a stick but a person's limbs. The short, sharp force had an extremely terrifying, bouncy power, like an explosion the moment a car hit him.

He was instantly thrown into the air, spraying blood everywhere. Before he could even land, he was buried in a pile of debris, looking like he was on the verge of death, clearly unable to fight any longer.

The other nine people's expressions changed slightly upon seeing this.

He didn't rush to make a move, lowered his center of gravity, and slightly raised his toes, like a frightened bird.

But it's not entirely true that they were frightened.

"Delaying time?"

Yato's mind raced with thoughts.

The requirement of the assessment is to defeat everyone within one minute, so the one who should be most anxious is not them, but yourself.

But he had anticipated this development. 17

Otherwise, they wouldn't have used a stick.

The Yato-kai has no fewer than five types of weapons, all of which are weapon techniques covered by Jeet Kune Do, but the one he is using now is not a Jeet Kune Do staff technique.

With each step forward, the tip of the stick trembled incessantly, leaving a small afterimage, like a rapidly spinning turbine blade. Anyone who dared to touch it with their limbs would be caught in it, their flesh and blood flying everywhere.

The remaining nine disciples had no choice but to disperse.

According to the rules, the opponent cannot touch them with any part of their body other than their weapon, and they win as long as their weapon touches the opponent.

Therefore, Xia Ji selected disciples who were all skilled in short weapons, such as hidden weapons, Emei daggers, short swords, and daggers...

Because small means light, concealed, and flexible, coupled with the advantage of numbers, it's perfectly normal to strike the opponent unexpectedly.

However, to their surprise, the opponent actually used such a long weapon, and was quite skilled at it.

Attack range is severely suppressed.

The advantage of sheer numbers in terms of scope also vanished.

Anyone who practices weaponry has likely heard the saying, "A spear pierces a line, a staff sweeps across a wide area."

The area was only so big, and no matter how agile they were, they couldn't keep up with Yato's speed. Once he caught up with the stick, he would flick it and strike, first using the tip of the stick to knock down the weapon and pry open an opening, then the tip of the stick would bounce back and, combined with the body of the stick, strike the opponent's chest like a dragon raising its head, sending him flying several times.

Even if others manage to get around from a blind spot, Yato will force them back with the end of his stick or shift his footing, always putting himself in a situation where he is 'enemies in front and behind' and 'invincible to the left and right'.

The stick never made any large-scale movements like sweeping; it always moved within a small area, which is quite different from the stick techniques that people usually imagine, which involve sweeping and wielding.

The solid wooden stick, more than two meters long, is like Yato's arm, sometimes extending and sometimes retracting, without any sense of excessive force.

It's like a giant wielding a knife.

"...The secret staff techniques passed down in ancient boxing methods."

Narukami Torahatsu muttered under his breath.

She practiced swordsmanship and knew very little about other ancient weapon techniques. However, since Yato was skilled in some ancient Chinese martial arts, she also learned about them in more detail.

It would be easier to say otherwise, but as Wing Chun, the predecessor of Jeet Kune Do, is an ancient secret weapon technique that forms one of the core elements of night fighting tactics, Narukami Torahiro could not possibly mistake it.