"Is Sol Mirek crazy?" Baki's eyes widened, his voice trembling. "He already suppressed Yujiro, so why give up the advantage? Does he even understand what that man represents?"
Oliva shook his head gravely. "No, Sol isn't reckless. He's humiliating Yujiro, forcing him to face defeat using the technique he despises most."
Yujiro's face twisted with fury, the demon on his back writhing hideously. "Brat… you seek death!"
Sol stood with his hands in his pockets, a playful smile on his face. "Stop the theatrics. Show me what you're really capable of, and let's see how entertaining you can make this."
"Arrogant!" Yujiro roared, charging like a cannonball. His right fist tore through the air with a violent roar, aimed straight at Sol's face.
"A boring attack," Sol muttered, leaping lightly and landing atop Yujiro's thick arm. He pushed off with his toes, arcing through the air, his right leg snapping toward Yujiro's temple like a whip.
"Bang!"
Yujiro barely blocked in time, stumbling a few steps before regaining his balance. A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes—this brat had become faster.
He shook his arm, sneering. "Brat, you're faster without Demon Back?"
Sol landed gracefully, hands still in his pockets. His movements were fluid and controlled, a stark contrast to the wild, explosive style he had shown before.
"It's not about speed—it's about precision. Maximum effect with minimal movement," Sol said, smirking.
"Hmph! Flashy nonsense!" Yujiro countered mid-swing, twisting his right leg like a battle-axe toward Sol's shoulder.
"Slap!"
Sol shifted slightly. The strike grazed his pants, carving a deep crack in the arena floor.
"He missed again! Yujiro Hanma's powerful strike missed!" the commentator shouted. "Sol's evasion is ghostly! If before it was raw power, now it is peak technique! This is the pinnacle of a true weapon!"
Doppo Orochi's eye gleamed. "Yujiro is in trouble. Sol isn't just dodging—he's exploiting Observational Force to its extreme."
"Observational Force?" Baki frowned, confused.
"Ting Jin is sensing the opponent's force, speed, and intention through touch, allowing precise judgment," Doppo explained. "Observational Force predicts attacks through subtle muscular cues."
"Only a master like Kaioh Kaku could use this perfectly before. Sol's Observational Force is even more refined—he responds almost instantaneously to Yujiro's adjustments."
In the arena, Yujiro unleashed a barrage of strikes, each tearing through the air, but Sol remained calm, hands in pockets, dodging effortlessly.
"What's the matter? Is this all the strongest creature can do?" Sol teased lightly.
Yujiro's veins bulged, fury burning. He increased the ferocity of his strikes, yet none landed. Sol remained composed, every attack narrowly avoided.
"Although I hate to admit it, Sol has never treated Yujiro as a true opponent," Doppo muttered, voice grim. The excitement had shifted to fear—the gap between them was incomprehensible.
Yujiro now followed Sol's rhythm entirely. The match's end depended on when Sol's curiosity or amusement ran out.
Yujiro's breathing grew heavier, sweat pouring from his face. His attacks slowed in frequency, but each strike became more savage.
"Brat… are you toying with me?" Yujiro growled.
Sol continued to dodge with ease. "I'm just showing you what true martial arts are."
"Stop lecturing! I hope you survive this!" Yujiro's entire body tensed. His veins bulged, Demon Back twisting, and his right arm swelled to exaggerated size once more.
Doppo Orochi's eyes widened. "God Killer Strike! He's going for the decisive blow…"
Years earlier, this move had nearly ended Doppo's life. If not for the divine doctor Kureha, he would have been long gone.
Baki's pupils contracted. "That's Dad's ultimate killing move?"
Oliva's expression darkened. "If Sol takes this head-on, he could die instantly."
A spark of excitement lit Sol's eyes. He removed his hands from his pockets, charging his right arm. Muscles bulged, veins coiling like dragons, all his energy converging into a single strike, precise and powerful as a fully drawn bow.
In the arena, both men's arms reached their peak, the air around them warping. Silence fell. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the collision of these earth-shattering blows.
"That lunatic!" Doppo shouted. "He could use technique to defuse it—why take it head-on?!"
Baki dug his nails into his palms. "Sol… what are you thinking?!"
Retsu Kaioh's face was pale. "Stop him! This strike will take his life!"
Kaioh Kaku held him back. "No. Sol is now using a more advanced Energy Dissipation. Punching from extreme tension, followed by immediate relaxation."
"In modern sports, relaxation during force generation maximizes power. Baseball, boxing—relaxation at the right moment multiplies impact. The best athletes master this. Sol has elevated Energy Dissipation to a realm beyond ordinary understanding."
Kaioh Kaku's voice trembled. "If he misses that instant, the strike fails. By daring to punch head-on like this, Sol has absolute confidence in hitting the perfect moment, unleashing a god-like blow."