Hand-to-Hand Combat
Riyao and Jura both threw a punch at the same time.
Their fists met.
After a muffled thud, a gust of wind arose, blowing the flowers and plants this way and that, with petals and leaves flying wildly in the air.
The ground shattered, and cracks spread outwards from beneath their feet, densely covering the entire street.
Chapati shouted excitedly, flicking his wig back.
"Jura and Riyao have finally begun their battle! It was rumored long ago that both of them were nominated for the Ten Wizard Saints, but Jura ultimately won the Ten Wizard Saints."
Yajima nodded and took a sip of tea.
"It's true, I was the one who nominated Riyao."
"That battle was quite exciting, and I also heard that Riyao almost became a court healing mage."
Chapati continued digging, pulling out an old newspaper from somewhere and reading aloud from the photos on it.
Toma, standing nearby, broke out in a cold sweat; his forehead was covered in beads of sweat that trickled down his Pumpkin- shaped head.
"I've never heard of that before, Pumpkin."
The three chatted casually.
The battle between Riyao and Jura has not stopped.
The two did not use magic; it was a pure physical contest.
Fist against fist, knee against knee, every move relies purely on the power of muscles and bones.
The air buzzed from the force of the punches, and each impact produced a muffled thud.
Riyao swept his nose, his thumb brushing across the tip, and assumed Tai Chi stance.
"I'll fight! Let me show you the results of my three months of training. In these three months, besides eating sunflower seeds, I've also practiced physical skills."
Jura into his sleeves, shrugged, and pulled his hands out of his kimono, which opened to reveal his muscular physique.
His pectoral and abdominal muscles bulged out, with muscle fibers clearly visible under his skin. Combined with his bald head, he exuded a sense of intimidation.
"Is that so? I also have considerable knowledge of physical techniques."
The two faced off for a while, and the air seemed to freeze.
Just as the audience was getting anxious, some people started rubbing their fingers together, and others started biting their nails.
They finally moved.
Jura the lead and arrived in front of Riyao in just two steps.
Despite its enormous size, it moved with astonishing speed, shattering the stone slabs beneath its feet and sending fragments flying backward.
A swift chop came down, the hand taut, striking from above, accompanied by a whooshing sound.
Riyao raised his right hand, twisted his wrist, and deflected Jura's hand chop, which grazed past his shoulder.
Place your left palm on his lower abdomen, pressing it against his abdominal muscles, and suddenly exert force.
Jura was knocked back several steps, leaving two white marks on the ground with his feet, and the soles of his shoes were worn away.
He steadied himself and took a deep breath.
He stomped forward with his right leg, his foot sinking into the ground and leaving a deep footprint.
He spun around, his body completing a full circle in the air, and kicked out with his left leg, toes pointed, the force of the rotation aimed straight at Riyao's head.
Riyao could clearly feel the wind pressure generated by that kick.
The wind pressure pressed against my face, blowing my bangs backward and making the skin on my cheeks look slightly sunken.
He grabbed his calves with both hands, his ten fingers gripping the thick, hard calf muscles.
Jumping backward, Jura stumbled, unable to stand on one leg, her body leaning forward.
Riyao's kick landed squarely on the back of Jura's right thigh, his toe striking precisely behind the joint.
Jura fell forward, bracing himself with his hands, and slammed his palms onto the ground with a loud crack.
With a burst of power from his left leg, his muscles bulged, and he pulled his leg away from Riyao's grasp, his calf sliding out of his palm.
He chopped his right leg down from above, with his heel aimed at Riyao's head, and all of his weight was on that one kick.
Riyao only had time to cross his arms to block.
Arms crossed in an X shape, blocking the view above the head.
Bang!
The impact of the heel slamming into the arm travels from the arm to the shoulder, then to the spine, and finally to the sole of the foot.
The ground beneath Riyao's feet shattered, and his feet sank two or three centimeters into it.
He slightly lowered his left shoulder, dissipating most of the force.
His shoulder slumped down, the force sliding down his side to the ground, creating a ring of cracks.
Jura quickly regained his footing and unleashed several powerful punches.
Riyao was a bit slow to react and took those punches head-on.
The fists struck his chest, his abdomen, and his shoulder, each punch pushing him back a step.
He was blasted into the wall, his back smashing through it, bricks exploding from behind.
The house collapsed, and the entire wall crumbled down, burying him in the rubble.
Bricks and dust piled up into a small mountain, and smoke and dust billowed out from the cracks.
On the commentary stand, Chapati spoke loudly and gestured animatedly.
"It seems that in terms of physical skills, Riyao is no match for Jura! Jura truly lives up to his reputation as the fifth seat of the Ten Wizard Saints."
Boom!
The ruins were blasted open, and bricks exploded in all directions, flying far away.
Riyao came out, covered in dust, his hair and clothes dusty. He patted his hair, and the dust fell down.
"As expected, after just three months of intensive training, I still can't beat you in pure physical combat."
Jura touched his bald head and rubbed his palms together twice on his head.
"Not bad at all. Your physical skills are quite similar to Bacchus's."
Riyao ripped off his tattered shirt, grabbed the collar with one hand and pulled it down, the fabric tearing as the shirt was ripped in two, revealing his well-built muscles.
The golden emblem gleamed on his chest.
"Hehe, I'm going to start abandoning all martial ethics now."
Golden patterns appeared on his body.
If you look closely, you'll find that these golden lines are actually blood vessels and meridians, with golden light flowing within them.
Jura raised an eyebrow, her eyebrows twitching upwards.
"Is this the Hundred Battles Spell Formula?"
"The Hundred Battles Spell Formula has been phased out. In the past, when strength was insufficient, one could only rely on techniques for assistance. Now, it has completely broken free from techniques and resides within the meridians; let's call it 'Hundred Battles' for now."
As soon as Riyao finished speaking, he rushed over.
His feet touched the ground, the ground exploded, and his whole body turned into a golden afterimage.
Jura raised his hand to block.
Arms crossed, arm muscles tense, ready to take the punch head-on.
Boom!
With a single punch, Jura sent flying. The fist slammed into Jura's arm, and the impact traveled through his arm and throughout his body, sending Jura flying.
He steadied himself in mid-air, flipped over once, adjusted his posture, and landed on the ground. His feet touched the ground, and he couldn't help but move backward, leaving two long tracks on the ground.
After he stopped, the Riyao shone again.
A golden figure descended from the sky, fist raised above its head, and slammed down.
A yellowish-brown magic circle appeared on Jura, rotating in her palm.
[Rock Spire]
Seven solid rock pillars rose from the ground, each as thick as a thigh, with sharp tips that pierced through the earth and blocked Riyao's path.
With a single kick, Riyao shattered it, the rock pillar exploded in the middle, cracks spreading upwards and downwards from the break, and the entire rock pillar crumbled into countless pebbles.
The stones flew towards Jura at great speed, leaving a dense trail of flying stones in the air.
Jura his hands together, his palms snapping shut.
[Rock Iron Wall]
A mud wall rises up, the thick mud wall rising from the ground, its surface rough.
The stones were embedded in the earthen wall, leaving small pits on the surface.
Riyao grinned, rushed to the earthen wall, stomped on the ground, and created a deep pit with his foot.
Engage your core muscles, tighten your abdominal muscles, and transfer the force from your waist to your shoulders, then to your arms, and finally to your right fist.
"That punch will be really cool!"
Boom!
Centered on the fist, the earthen wall crumbled inch by inch.
The fist slammed into the wall, cracks bursting out from the fist and spreading outwards. The earthen wall shattered into countless pieces, falling down in large chunks and hitting the ground with a dull thud.
Dust billowed up, obscuring the two figures.
Jura smacked his lips.
That kind of strength would leave someone covered in bruises.
This visually stunning scene ignited the audience's passion, causing them to jump up from their seats, waving their fists and shouting deafeningly.
Mirajane grunted twice, crossed her arms, raised her chin slightly, and curled her lips into a wide smile.
"My husband!"
Makarov grunted twice and put his hands on his hips.
"I picked up this kid!"
Mavis grunted twice, his ahoge standing on end.
"My junior!"