"Riku has the striking superiority, but I commend Beom-soo's defense as well."
"No ordinary person could receive such a strong punch."
Beom-soo dashed towards Riku and gave him a spinning back fist. Riku smirked and ducked slightly and in the eyes of the crowd, it looked like he barely evaded the punch. But in actual truth, he already calculated where the spinning back fist will hit him and evaded at the right timing.
Beom-Soo was surprised that Riku was able to evade his spinning back fist leisurely.
"He barely evaded the spinning back fist from Beom-soo. That kind of punch would have knocked him down if he was not able to duck in time."
'These fools. They can never comprehend the thoughts of a fighter.' Thought Brogen in contempt after hearing the crowd's remarks.
Riku inched towards Beom-soo and held his shoulders firmly. He then swung his right knee forward and hit Beom-soo's stomach severely.
"Urggh!" Beom-soo clutched his stomach with his left hand and glared at the smiling Riku.
Beom-soo dashed towards Riku in madness and gave him a flurry of swift punches and kicks, but Riku evaded them with ease and deflected the stronger attacks with his thick arms.
Riku then stepped forward, spun his body backward and threw a devastating back kick at Beom-soo.
Beom-soo who lost his calm because of the knee attack earlier was not able to defend and his stomach was again walloped with a much greater force.
His body was thrown in mid-air after receiving the spinning back kick and dropped off the stage.
"What the hell!? What a strong spinning back kick! It must have broken some of his ribs."
"Nasty strike! That was quite painful."
Sima Yantong was also amazed by the spinning back kick and praised the Kaito Airlines' president for being able to employ such a strong subordinate.
"First match, Asahi Riku from the Kaito Airlines wins!" Sima Yantong announced loudly causing a massive cheering from the crowd.
"What an amazing fight! It happened so fast that I did not even blink just to catch every part of the fight. And I am impressed by both their skills, but Riku is a much better fighter and he also has a professional fighting experience. So his win was not unexpected at all." Old man Sekoujo said after puffing rings of gray smoke.
Asahi Riku raised his right arm and smiled towards the crowd. He then walked down the stage and sat beside the president of Kaito Airlines.
"Good job Riku! You have fought well. Rest for a moment and prepare yourself for your next fight." The middle-aged president of the Kaito Airlines said with a face full of smiles.
"Yes sir, I will not disappoint you!" Asahi Riku answered confidently.
Sima Yantong then announced the next fight "Can I have the fighter from the Taixi Temple to come onto the stage please."
A bald middle-aged man wearing Buddhist clothes went up onto the stage. He then bowed his head slightly towards Sima Yantong with both his fists pressed on each other.
Sima Yantong nodded his head and asked with a smile "How are you today, Abbot White?"
"Amitabha, this old monk is fine. I would have not joined the fight if not for my dear friend's request." Abbot White answered in a calm voice.
"Oh, then I would like to thank your friend for allowing us to see a great master as you fight in this little tournament." Sima Yantong said while maintaining a professional smile.
Abbot White did not answer him and just muttered a few incomprehensible words quietly.
Sima Yantong then glanced at the crowd and called for the next fighter "Can I have the fighter from the Eastern Shipping Company of Iraq to come onto the stage!"
A man in his early thirties stood up from his seat and took off his shirt.
The man was quite tall, standing at exactly six feet tall. His muscles were thick and looked explosive. One look from him and everyone could tell that this guy specialized in boxing.
Abbot White who was only five feet and nine inches tall was clearly at a disadvantage in reach.
In boxing, an advantage in reach was crucial in a match. Someone with a much longer reach was usually able to send more blows than the opponent with a much shorter reach.
Zamir Yasin was a former professional boxer and also a middleweight titleholder. His professional boxing record was thirty-five wins, zero draws and one defeat. He also had twenty-seven knockdowns from all his thirty-six professional matches. He was also known for his strong overhand right.
"Both fighters, are you ready?!"
Both Zamir Yasin and Abbot White nodded their heads in response.
"Second match, Zamir Yasin versus Abbot White. Begin!" Sima Yantong announced loudly.
Zamir Yasin placed his left foot farther in front of his right foot and with both arms guarding his head.
Abbot White did not move in his position and his fists were still pressed against each other. Zamir can hear him whisper some Buddhist mantras and his eyes were half-closed.
Zamir moved towards his opponent and immediately threw a straight punch. Abbot White leisurely evaded the punch by moving his head slightly. He then elbowed the outstretched arms of Zamir causing the latter to hastily take back his arms. Zamir then hopped back several times to avoid a counter-attack from Abbot White.
"This Abbot guy is quite fast and his elbow strike does significant damage."
"Yeah, I didn't know monks could fight this well."
Abbot White then pressed his fists on each other and waited for his opponent to strike.
Zamir Yasin was provoked by Abbot White's nonchalant expression and moved towards him while maintaining his guard.
Abbot White did not move, but his eyes sprung open. A ray of mystery can be seen behind his brown eyes.
All the martial art practitioners inside the grand ballroom felt a strong amount of vicious aura on the stage. They then saw the usually quiet Abbot White releasing large amounts of strong aura.
'This... this is... origin essence!' Brogen thought in shock after he felt the strange energy coming out of Abbot White's body. Although the origin essence that Abbot White released was feint, it still shocked Brogen. He thought that in this advanced world, no one would be able to comprehend the deepest and the truest essence of martial arts.
'Interesting! Someone was actually able to release this much origin essence in this timeline.' Cale thought to himself while speculating the origin of Taixi Temple. He never heard anything about this Temple during his past life and it was quite intriguing how someone with that kind of power did not emerge in their fight with the demi-humans.
'He might have died before those demi-humans came to Earth.' Cale thought as he studied Abbot White carefully.