I am the boss of Sakaki

A few days later, the thick dark clouds covering the sky above Jinhuang City were torn apart by several cracks, and the sunlight shone through, illuminating the hard ground in Jinhuang City that had been specially treated to withstand the bombardment of elves.

The air was filled with the unique fishy smell of soil that had been repeatedly stirred and washed by rain, mixed with a faint smell of burnt grass and trees.

In the center of the venue, the atmosphere was as tense as a fully drawn bowstring.

The young Fujiki, the son of the gym leader from Hoenn's fighting town, was breathing heavily, sweat running down his young, angular cheeks, gathering into drops at his chin, hitting the hard ground beneath his feet.

The combat suit he was wearing was torn in many places and covered in dust.

He stared at the figure opposite him, who was not very old but stood like a rock - the owner of the Golden City Fighting Gym and the future fighting master - Shiba.

Shiba's muscular upper body was bare, his bronze skin glowed with a cold, hard metallic luster in the dim light, and his well-defined muscles rose and fell slightly with his breathing.

There was no expression on his face, and his eyes were as calm as a deep pool. Only his clenched fists silently revealed the terrifying power that could break monuments and split rocks.

Beside him, the incredibly strong body was like an iron tower, and in those fierce eyes burned a wilder and purer fighting spirit.

In the violent attack just now, Fujishu's Iron Palm Warrior relied on his flexible and thick fat and superb fighting skills to withstand the cross-chop of Shiba's extraordinary strength that was enough to split mountains and rocks.

Fujiki took a risk and used all his strength to launch an attack, but he was only able to push the monster back half a step.

“Hoo…Hoo…” Fujiki wiped the sweat and mud that covered his eyes. His voice was hoarse, but his eyes were surprisingly bright. “Come again! Gym Master Shiba! I can still fight! Please give it your all!!”

The corner of Xiba's mouth twitched upwards almost imperceptibly. It was not a mockery, but more like a kind of pure interest revealed when seeing some rough stone worth polishing.

There is also a mutual admiration for fellow fighters.

He did not answer, but his body sank slightly, his center of gravity pressed even lower, and an invisible, heavy aura like a mountain collapsing suddenly spread out.

The strange force beside him growled, and its four muscular arms tensed at the same time. The joints made slight popping sounds, and the air seemed to become sticky because of its condensed power.

Fujiki's heart was beating like a drum in his chest. The huge pressure almost suffocated him, but the fighter gene in his blood was roaring wildly.

He took a deep breath and suppressed all his anxiety and distracting thoughts, leaving only the most primitive instinct to win and the desire for strength. "Iron Palm Warrior! The last one - exert your strength!"

The Iron Palm Warrior let out a steady growl, and his huge body covered with a thick layer of fat burst out with agility that was inconsistent with his size. A dazzling white light instantly condensed on his huge palm, and the air was compressed and twisted in his palm. With a sharp buzzing sound that could tear everything apart, he slammed towards the chest of the strange man!

This palm condensed all the will and strength of the vine tree and the iron palm warrior, aiming to completely break through the mountain-like momentum!

However, just as the white palm of light that was powerful enough to split stones and break monuments was about to hit the strange force's chest, the strange force suddenly retreated.

Instead, Sheba moved.

No fancy commands, not even superfluous movements.

He just took a step forward very simply and directly, and his right fist was like a cannonball fired from a gun, arriving first!

That punch was so fast that it exceeded the limit of Fujiki's vision.

He only saw a blurry afterimage, as if even the space was compressed and pierced by this punch!

The target was not the Iron Palm Warrior's powerful palm, but an extremely tiny node under the ribs that was slightly exposed due to the full force of the warrior!

boom--! ! !

There was a dull, heart-pounding sound of flesh colliding.

Shiba's fist hit that node with incredible precision!

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

The Iron Palm Warrior's huge palm, which was condensed with dazzling white light and was powerful enough to break monuments and split rocks, the terrifying power condensed on it instantly dissipated like a punctured balloon, and the white light was annihilated!

Its huge body trembled violently, as if it had suffered an invisible heavy blow, and its honest face was instantly distorted by great pain and disbelief.

The backlash from the blow that had gathered all its strength was interrupted abruptly, and the terrifying penetrating power that was so accurate that it could penetrate the weak points of its defense made its huge body fall backwards with a bang as if its bones were pulled out!

Boom!

The Iron Palm Warrior slammed heavily on the ground several meters away, shaking the entire special venue and causing smoke and dust to rise.

It curled up in pain, its thick fat layer having lost its former defensive power. Its heavy breathing was accompanied by painful hisses, its eyes were dull, and it had completely lost the strength to fight again.

The vine tree froze in place, as if ice water had been poured over it from head to toe, and the hot blood in its body instantly cooled down.

He looked at his most trusted partner, whose defense and strength, which he was so proud of, collapsed under the opponent's light but terrifyingly accurate punch. The scene was like a red-hot iron, burning his nerves.

Are you a human?

Is this something a human can do?

This feeling reminded him of the time when his father’s faith in Taoism was almost broken.

Sure enough, there is a difference between humans and monsters.

At first, Sheba was just playing with a child.

Finally, he took serious action.

A huge feeling of powerlessness and dizziness seized him, the edges of his vision began to blacken, his legs became weak uncontrollably, his knees bent, and he fell heavily to his knees on the cold, hard ground.

Sweat mixed with the liquid of humiliation blurred his vision. He bit his lower lip tightly with his teeth and tasted the fishy sweetness of rust.

The fighting skills that he was so proud of seemed so pale and ridiculous in the face of absolute strength and eyesight.

The footsteps approached steadily and stopped in front of the kneeling Fujishu.

Shiba's tall figure blocked the already weak light, casting a heavy shadow that completely enveloped him.

Xiba was very confused. Didn’t you ask me to give it my all?

Why did you kneel down?

"Get up." Xiba's voice was low, like two rocks rubbing against each other. "Your Iron Palm Warrior has a lot of fat, good strength, and solid skills. But your eyes are not sharp enough. Your heart is not ruthless enough.

The way of fighting is not only about strength and skills. If you only see your own way and fail to see the opponent's "weak point", you will always be second-rate. "

Fujishu raised his head abruptly, his face covered with a mixture of sweat, mud, and tears of humiliation, but the light in his eyes did not go out. Instead, in the great sense of frustration, an almost crazy flame burned.

Shiba's words were like a knife, cutting through some long-standing confusion in his mind.

"Master Xiba!" Fujiki's voice was hoarse, but with an unprecedented firmness, "Please...please allow me to follow you!

Please let me see where the real pinnacle of fighting lies! Even if...even if I get knocked down a hundred times!" He struggled to stand up, but his exhausted legs were still shaking.

Shiba looked down at the boy kneeling at his feet and realized for the first time how powerful he was.

Even the son of the gym leader is useless.

He went from being an ordinary apprentice to where he is now, all because of his elder brother.

It turned out that he had become very strong, but it was still far from enough.

He stretched out his large hand, which was covered with calluses and as rough as rock.

Fujishu was stunned for a moment, then he stretched out his hand, which was also covered with sweat and dust, without hesitation, and tightly grasped the hand that symbolized power and road.

Xiba exerted a little force on his arms and pulled the vine up from the ground as easily as if he were lifting a feather. "Want to learn? Then follow me. My path is not easy. I'm going to travel later. Do you want to come with me?"

Fujiki stood up straight. Although his body was still exhausted, his back was straight, and his eyes were filled with enthusiasm and determination for the future. "Of course!"

What is the Quartz Conference? Is it good to have a friend who will become a future fighting master?

Anyway, he can't beat Qianli, so he won't be the champion even if he goes.

.........

On that day, Yuichiro's angry roar was heard from the Golden City Gym.

"Shiba, this bastard ran away again?! Am I the gym leader or are you the gym leader?!!"

"This fighting gym will fall sooner or later!"