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Irumi abruptly bent his waist, dodging a sweeping side kick, and thrust his right hand—fingers together like a blade—toward Foksi's left eye.
"Shh!"
At the last moment, Foksi tilted his head, narrowly avoiding the strike, though the hand blade grazed his cheek, leaving a long, thin trail of blood.
"Dodged well."
A faint smile curled Irumi's lips as he continued to attack with precise hand strikes, occasionally drawing fresh lines of red across Foksi's body.
Each successful hit was followed by a swift retreat, using Zetsu Geki (limb manipulation) to confuse his opponent. This pattern repeated relentlessly.
"Damn brat, what in the world is that infuriating movement technique?!"
Every time Foksi threw a punch or launched a kick, Irumi's body would leave behind numerous afterimages, making it impossible for Foksi to distinguish between the real target and the illusions.
"Hohoho, Young Master Irumi truly is a genius."
Zibanya watched from the stands as Irumi seamlessly integrated Zetsu Geki into his offensive rhythm, her face glowing with pride.
"He has perfectly blended Zetsu Geki with the tempo of his attacks."
"To achieve this level of mastery requires both incredible combat intuition and natural talent," added Wu Tong, his expression cold and detached. Even he had never attempted to merge Zetsu Geki with attack patterns so flawlessly.
"It seems I'll need to further refine my assassination techniques when I return."
Wu Tong thought silently. Although his natural talent might not match Irumi's, he refused to fall behind in skill.
"Wow~!"
"Young Master Irumi is completely overwhelming Foksi with his unpredictable movements!"
"Using guerrilla tactics, he's inflicting continuous damage!"
The announcer's voice boomed passionately, narrating the scene unfolding on the battlefield.
"Good job, Irumi! Keep it up!"
Cheers erupted from the audience. In their eyes, Foksi appeared utterly helpless against Irumi's relentless assault.
On the stage, Irumi used Zetsu Geki to create confusion, striking Foksi's abdomen during one of his counterattacks before retreating once more.
With each calculated move, it seemed only a matter of time before Foksi would succumb to exhaustion.
"Tch, tch, tch, tch…"
Foksi stood rooted in place, his tongue clicking repeatedly in frustration.
"Ladies and gentlemen, take a look at this!"
"Foksi appears to be growing increasingly irritated as his attacks prove ineffective. His impatience is palpable!"
"Has Young Master Irumi's strategy succeeded!?"
The announcer's voice rose triumphantly, accompanied by a close-up of Foksi's scowling face displayed on the screen.
Viewers could clearly see Foksi gritting his teeth, his lips moving as if muttering curses under his breath.
"Hohoho, facing a technique like Irumi's for the first time—anyone would find it troublesome."
Zibanya smiled warmly as she observed Foksi's frustrated expression on the monitor.
"No, quite the opposite."
Wu Tong, seated beside her, interjected coolly.
"I believe he's already devised a way to counter Zetsu Geki."
As if to confirm Wu Tong's words, something unexpected happened next.
Irumi activated Zetsu Geki, creating countless afterimages that surrounded Foksi within a three-meter radius, forming a perfect circle around him.
Irumi circled cautiously, his brow furrowed as he studied Foksi. He didn't believe for a second that the man was genuinely losing composure.
"Let's test him."
Blending in among the myriad of illusory clones, Irumi positioned himself behind Foksi. His right hand formed a blade-like shape, its fingertips gleaming sharply.
"Dark Step."
In an instant, Irumi closed the distance using Anpo—a silent, lightning-fast movement technique fundamental to the Zoldyck family's assassination arsenal.
"Tch, tch, tch…"
Irumi drew closer, hearing Foksi's incessant clicking sounds clearly. With precision, he aimed his hand blade at Foksi's carotid artery.
Bam!
The sound of a fist colliding with flesh echoed through the arena.
Just as Irumi's attack was about to land, his body jolted suddenly—a massive fist wrapped in energy struck his left cheek, sending him flying backward.
"Shhh…"
His body slid across the stage, producing faint frictional sounds.
"Woah~ He landed a hit!!!"
The moment Irumi was struck, the announcer's voice soared with excitement.
"Cough…"
Irumi rose slowly, crouching defensively while wiping away the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
"So that's how it is… That clicking noise wasn't out of frustration."
"It was a method to measure my breathing rhythm and timing of attacks."
"Though I created numerous afterimages with varied strides and speeds, obscuring my movements…"
"Zetsu Geki can't alter the rhythm of my attacks or my breathing. That's how he found the opening."
Irumi's gaze hardened as he stared at Foksi, who remained motionless. Indeed, anyone capable of achieving three consecutive victories on Floor 200 possessed extraordinary tactical intelligence.
"Hurry up and use your next move."
Foksi smirked tauntingly, dark energy surging around him as his aura intensified.
"The trick you just used—it won't work anymore."
Without waiting another moment, Foksi charged forward, launching a powerful side kick. Irumi raised his arm to block, protecting his head.
Bam!
The forceful kick connected with Irumi's raised left arm, kicking up a small cloud of dust from his pants leg.
Bam! Bam! Bam…
What followed was a flurry of rapid exchanges—punches and kicks flying too fast for the average person to follow.
Once again, Irumi found himself at a disadvantage. Due to his smaller build, direct confrontations always favored his opponent.
"Woah~ Another intense exchange!"
"And this time, Foksi has taken the initiative!"
The announcer's enthusiastic commentary reached Irumi's ears, causing his eyes to narrow slightly. He needed to turn the tide of battle.
"Snake Walk!"
Irumi's eyes sharpened as he brought his hands together, forming razor-sharp blades with his nails. He targeted Foksi's incoming sweep with swift, slicing motions.
Bam!
A heavy kick slammed into the side of Irumi's head, causing his cheek to quiver violently. Saliva involuntarily sprayed from his mouth.
"What's going on?"
Confusion flickered in Irumi's mind, but before he could react further, Foksi unleashed another punch.
Bam!
A lunge punch drove into Irumi's abdomen.
"Cough…"
Blood mist sprayed from Irumi's mouth as his body folded over, flying toward the edge of the stage.
Just as he was about to fall off the platform, Irumi slammed his right hand into the ground, halting his momentum.
"What's wrong, brat? Are your tricks finally done?"
Foksi rushed forward, delivering another side kick as he spoke. Given Irumi's shorter stature, side kicks were his go-to attack.
"Snake Walk!"
Irumi once again employed the Zoldyck family's assassination technique, rapidly swinging his hands. His sharp nails formed deadly blades, poised to meet Foksi's incoming kick.
"What!?"
Irumi's eyes widened in shock as his own hands inexplicably froze mid-motion.