Crossover Anime: Starting with Destroying Kengan

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"The 'giant soldier's' face was scratched!"

"Damn it! My money!"

Many people noticed the wound on Levi Kant's face that looked like it had been caused by a sharp weapon. It was because of this inexplicable injury that the situation suddenly reversed. Otherwise, according to the usual course of events, once caught by the 'giant soldier,' no matter how much he struggled, it would be futile, and he would only end up crippled or dead.

However, in this very duel, Igarashi unexpectedly injured Levi Kant's eyes.

That's right, the attack itself wasn't a big deal; Levi Kant could withstand several more lacerations of that magnitude.

The eyes are the most severely affected.

Without a field of vision, even a fighter would be at a loss for a moment.

Yato Igarashi was also decisive. After getting up, he didn't give Levi Condé any time to adjust. He used a clean and efficient combination of moves to take him down.

The total match time was less than a minute.

To be precise, it was eighteen seconds.

This is deathmatch.

A moment's carelessness can lead to defeat.

They might not even be able to save their lives.

Although Yato believed he had shown mercy, Levi Condé still couldn't avoid losing his sight, which meant he would most likely have to 'retire'.

"Please wait for Mr. Igarashi."

Just as Yato was about to leave, he was suddenly stopped by the referee and his men.

“I have already let him go, which is enough to give face to your ‘Bisha Ten’.”

The referee and the men behind him exchanged a glance and said with a smile, "It has nothing to do with this. The weak don't deserve sympathy. We just admire Mr. Igarashi's abilities and hope you can come to our side. We can discuss the treatment and everything else. Staying in a group like 'Black Hot-Blooded' would be a waste of your abilities."

"In fact, my contract with 'Black Blood' just ended, but I plan to take a break for a while. Give me a call, and if the offer is right, I wouldn't mind becoming your new star."

Yato shrugged.

For him, as long as there's no grudge, it doesn't matter where he fights.

But if you want to live comfortably in a metropolis like Tokyo, it's always a good idea to prioritize places with good benefits.

Upon hearing this, the referee's eyes lit up, and his smile widened.

He quickly exchanged contact information with Yato.

If we could bring this expert into 'Bisaten', not only would they be more competitive in regular matches, but they'd also be a formidable force in the Kengan Championship, right?

Chapter 3

Stepping out of the warehouse, the cold wind hit his face, and Yato felt his mind clear up, the heat in his bones gradually subsiding.

He glanced down at the thick stack of 'Fukuzawa Yukichi' manuscripts in his hand, which smelled of ink, stuffed them into his backpack, then casually took out a pair of black-rimmed glasses, put them on, and let his bangs fall down.

In an instant, his entire demeanor changed drastically.

A t-shirt, a jacket, leather pants, and a shoulder bag—he looks no different from any other fashionable young man on the street.

"...It's only ten o'clock? It's earlier than expected. Shall we find a bar for a drink?"

Yato took out his phone and glanced at it, muttering to himself.

If Levi Kant heard this, he would probably be furious.

After thinking it over, I changed my route and continued deeper into Warehouse Street.

I plan to cross this area and take a taxi to a nearby street.

It was very quiet around, there weren't even any streetlights, and we could only rely on the moonlight to barely find our way.

Suddenly, Yato stopped.

"Come out."

This is certainly not a case of adolescent delusions.

As evidence, accompanied by rustling footsteps, three figures emerged from their hiding place.

Yato turned his head to look.

They met a pair of bright eyes that were both familiar and unfamiliar.

"Long time no see, I didn't expect to see you here."

The girl who took the initiative to greet me was a young woman around twenty years old. She had shoulder-length hair as black as night, and her fair, jade-like face was adorned with a warm yet elegant smile. Her clothes and attire perfectly matched her temperament, making her look glamorous and perfectly embodying the image of an upper-class lady in people's minds.

Beside her were two bodyguards in black suits, both over 1.8 meters tall, with well-developed muscles that were impossible to hide. They looked like bodyguards who made you feel very safe, but Yato wouldn't comment on their actual skill level for the time being.

"It's you, Haruno."

Yato immediately recognized the other person.

Noticing the surprise on his face, Yukinoshita Haruno smiled playfully and said, "We haven't been in touch or seen each other for over a year. Aren't you especially happy to see me now?"

"No, although I was surprised by your appearance, it seems you've got something wrong."

Yato composed himself, adjusted his glasses with his left hand, and said, "When I said 'Come out,' I wasn't calling you."

"Eh?"

Yang was stunned.

But the next moment, her bodyguards seemed to sense something, their expressions tightened, and they each assumed a defensive stance.

"I'm sorry, Miss, I think we should leave here first."

Soon, Yang Nai understood the meaning of this warning.

But it was too late.

More footsteps could be heard.

They are found in all directions.

Moonlight streamed down, and shadows writhed.

The low snickers and the clanging of metal mingled together.

Around the container, a number of people appeared, like a pack of wolves being hunted.

They stared intently at Yato, but some also cast cruel glances at Hinano's beautiful face and figure.

"Are you 'Black Blood' finally planning to switch to the Yakuza?"

Despite being surrounded by a group of dangerous individuals with ill intentions, Yato remained calm and instead greeted them as if they were old acquaintances.

“'You guys'? When did our relationship become so distant, Igarashi?”

A gloomy voice came from the container.

Yato looked over upon hearing this.

He was a burly man who appeared refined, but whose eyes were like those of a wild beast.

It was clear that he held a very high position among the group; the moment he appeared, the whispers around him ceased.

“Dragon Ball Justice, my contract with you is based on the number of times I play. Today is the last time, so I'm no longer considered a member of ‘Black Hot-Blooded’. Any objections?”

Yato looked at the man, his tone calm and composed.

"I don't care about any of that." The man called 'Dragon Ball Righteousness' grinned, like a beast devouring its prey. "It's not easy to find excellent fighters these days. Others may not know, but as your 'mentor' and manager, no one understands your potential better than me. The purpose of me creating 'Black Hot Blood' is to devour 'Bishamon'."

“But your departure is a great loss to me, and... I seem to have heard that people from 'Bishamon' have been looking for you.”

"So what? You specially gathered a bunch of half-baked combatant candidates, it can't be to say goodbye to me, can it?"

Yato let out a sneer.

"Give you two choices."

Dragon Ball Ryoma took out a dagger and threw it at Yato's feet.

"One option is to stay and work for me, and I will give you satisfactory pay. The other option is to leave your hands and feet as souvenirs for us. After all, we have been together for more than half a year and have a deep bond with each other. We don't want to miss you too much after you leave."

Yang Nai, standing to the side, looked at Ryuzo with a chilling gaze.

But she hasn't made any rash moves yet.

Regardless of the absolute disadvantage in numbers, the surname 'Dragon Ball' also reminded her of many things.

For example, the most notorious large-scale violent gang in Tokyo, the Dragon Ball Gang.

“It seems that even if I say ‘I will never join Bishamon,’ you won’t let me off the hook. I know you’re that kind of man.” Yato sighed softly, as if he felt regretful. “You think you’re very smart, but in reality you’re just a brute with crude methods. The Dragon Ball team leader’s decision to send you out for training has had absolutely no effect.”

"what are you saying?"

Dragon Ball's smile remained unchanged, though veins bulged on his forehead.

"Perfect timing... that big guy just fell down too quickly, I haven't had enough yet."

Yato put down the backpack on his shoulder, and a smile that seemed inhumanly joy spread across his face beneath his bangs.

The members of 'Black Hot-Blooded' felt that this person's temperament had suddenly changed, from an easy-to-bully guy to... an extremely unfamiliar person.

The oppressive atmosphere sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

"Although my strength isn't that great, there are enough of these people to be my punching bags."

Yato swept his bangs aside, took off his glasses and put them in his breast pocket, tugged at his collar, and casually tossed his shoulder bag into Haruno's arms.

The latter caught it somewhat clumsily.

"Find a place to wait for me. It won't take long, ten minutes will be enough."

Yato clenched his fist, making a crisp sound.

Yang Nai's expression changed slightly, and he slowly retreated with his two bodyguards.

Dragon Ball's squinted as he looked at Hinano.

Suddenly, Yato interrupted in a lukewarm tone: "Forget it, without me to deal with your competitors, you shouldn't keep making trouble for yourself."

"Tsk...!"

Having his thoughts exposed, Dragon Ball felt extremely annoyed.

"What I hate most is someone like you who can't understand the difference in social status and just shows off your petty cleverness."

"That's why I didn't sign a longer-term agreement with you in the first place. I knew from the beginning that we weren't compatible. If it were your sister, I might have stayed a few more days."

Yato raised his head, his tone full of disdain.

This statement completely ignited the anger of the Dragon Ball's leader.

"I want to see if your leg bones are harder, or if the knife and the baseball bat are harder... Get him!"

Yato raised an eyebrow and looked at the thugs approaching him.

He had actually noticed it a long time ago.

These people were all carrying weapons.

It must be admitted that Dragon Ball's Ryoma has a deep understanding of himself.

Most combat matches are unarmed. Even he has only participated in a few unrestricted death matches against combatants who use weapons.

However, since he is best at kicking, he does not have an absolute advantage in distance even if the opponent uses a sharpened blade.

Dragon Ball Ryoma knew this, so he ordered his henchmen to carry metal baseball bats and daggers.

Metal baseball bats can easily break bones.

A dagger, on the other hand, can exert psychological pressure on a person, even more so than weapons like broadswords or spears.

Holding a dagger makes one feel like a hedgehog, giving others a sense of helplessness or fear of being cut after an attack.

After all, the dagger was very light.

Even ordinary people can swing it quickly.

This indirectly increases the hit rate.

"call……"