Crossover Anime: Starting with Destroying Kengan

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Crossover Anime: Starting with Destroying Kengan Author: SS5

Yato Igarashi: "I owe my current strength entirely to my own hard work. People say I am the strongest fighting genius in history, the strongest creature, and the strongest man on Earth. However, behind these three 'powerful' titles lies my endless dedication. I am a genius who works hard and never backs down in the face of difficulties. You are indeed stronger than me, but I am constantly evolving... Deep Blue, give me some points!"

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(This is a crossover anime world that blends many familiar slice-of-life anime, telling the story of how an incredibly powerful man completely changes the style of youth romance anime. It mainly focuses on Kengan 1 and 2, and does not involve other fighting anime such as Baki and Kenichi: The Mightiest Disciple for the time being...)

Chapter 1

Shinagawa District, Tokyo.

As night deepened, far from the bustling streets, there was no warmth to be felt.

These are the blind spots of the city.

On the banks of the Meguro River, where economic development has gradually brought prosperity, a warehouse is filled with a strange heat that awakens deep-seated instincts and allows emotions to be released involuntarily.

The warehouse is large enough to accommodate hundreds of people.

It's more than enough as a venue for an underground concert, and in fact, quite a lot of people have gathered here at this time.

There were yakuza members dressed in suits and ties, as well as those with tattoos and t-shirts.

For ordinary people, stepping into this place feels like accidentally entering another world.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Smash his head, 'Giant Soldier'!"

"Get that damn little guy back to his stinking ditch!"

“How could a third-rate underground group possibly win the ace of ‘Bishamon’?”

This scene can only be described as 'chaos'.

People waved banknotes, their faces bloodshot, their eyes devoid of any semblance of reason.

Their emotions were entirely focused on the square rope ring in the center of the warehouse.

There are three people standing on the ring.

One is the referee, and the other two are the contestants in tonight's 'death duel'.

"Hmm~ So you're the ace here?"

The black-haired youth seemed to have caught something interesting, letting out a long, drawn-out hum from his nose.

Frankly speaking.

The opponent standing before him deviated somewhat from the human perception of 'ordinary people'.

Standing at 2.1 meters tall, his physique is not thin at all, but rather strong and powerful. Wearing only athletic shorts, his bare upper body shows clearly defined muscles, and his leg muscles are also exceptionally well-developed. His weight is over 100 kg.

What slightly bothered the black-haired youth was that the opponent's arms were unexpectedly long, affecting the overall proportions. However, since he was representing the third largest fighting group in the underworld, Bisaten, after Kengan and Rengoku, his strength was undoubtedly formidable. Moreover, this intriguing feature might become a weapon for the opponent.

The black-haired youth thought to himself.

In the past year in the world of fighting, I have suffered quite a few losses. Unlike the world of fighting in the traditional sense, the rules here are not so optimistic that you can be too worried about ring accidents. On the contrary, losing your life by accident is the most normal thing.

But... it's still quite fun, fighting.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be laughing so happily."

The giant suddenly spoke.

His face was expressionless, like a Buddha statue shrouded in shadow, exuding a powerful yet oppressive aura.

"Of those who have fought with me, Levi Kant, less than a third have survived. However, it is said that quite a few of them have taken their own lives because they lost their legs and hands and found life meaningless."

"It seems you're quite confident in your joint locks."

The black-haired youth grinned.

He revealed his bright white teeth.

That pure, predatory smile made 'Giant Soldier' ​​Levi Kant narrow his eyes, a murderous intent gradually rising within him: "I've heard of you, Igarashi Yato."

"I entered the underground fighting scene a year ago. At first, I was just a half-baked novice, but I had good physical qualities. Although I haven't lost yet, how much can you improve? A genius like Imai Koucho is not someone you can just meet casually."

“I’ll show you that you’re just a mudfish wallowing in the mud.”

"And what about you? A frog in a pond? Only croaking loudly in the dead of night?"

Yato Igarashi tilted his head and uttered some trash talk that only made the other person angrier.

"--So!"

The referee raised his arm and shouted passionately:

"'Black Blood' vs. 'Bisaten', the final round of the team battle, both teams, please prepare yourselves!"

"Humph!"

The giant suppressed his anger, his face growing even colder. He lowered his body slightly, crossing his arms to protect his chest, but the movement of his wrists resembled a boxing stance.

Yato assumed a standard side stance, also known as the fighting alert stance.

I glanced at the opponent's lower body, intentionally or unintentionally. Although he wasn't wearing shoes, I could feel his unusually developed lower body strength. It was clear that he couldn't easily break through the lower body's defense and further disrupt the opponent's center of gravity with simple tricks like stepping on his toes.

'A giant soldier...? He's definitely different from any opponent I've faced before.'

With just a few glances, Yato sensed that his opponent was unusual.

"--start!"

The referee waved his hand and then quickly spread his legs.

Turns out he was right.

The instant Levi Kant finished speaking, he pushed off the ground with both feet and slammed into Yato like a runaway car. His reckless and ferocious momentum was enough to extinguish the rationality of ordinary people, and his speed was also quite fast... no, to be precise, his explosive power was outstanding.

The explosive power that allows such a bulky body to accelerate like a supercar is not something that can be achieved through mere training.

Chapter 2

From the audience's perspective, Yato Igarashi had no chance of winning no matter how you looked at it.

Experience, record, physique... the results of comparisons from multiple aspects all indicate that Levi Kant is stronger.

Standing at just over 1.8 meters tall and weighing less than 80 kilograms, Yato's physique is undoubtedly impressive compared to the average person. His streamlined muscles, which cling tightly to his bones like scales, and his perfect body proportions, broad shoulders, and strong waist are enough to make him the envy of any gym in Shinagawa Ward.

But in front of the 'giant soldier', he was like a child who hadn't grown up yet. It felt like a hand as big as a fan could swat at him and cause his spine to dislocate. His head would spin around and around, as comical as a cartoon.

Faced with such a huge difference in physique, Yato naturally wouldn't choose to fight head-on.

He nimbly dodged by sliding his foot to the left.

The movements are refined and concise.

As if he had anticipated this, Levi Kant spread his arms wide, like a gibbon.

His arms were not only longer than those of an average person, but his power was also exceptionally swift and quick, somewhat like cracking a whip. His fingers were sometimes loose and sometimes tight, allowing him to change tactics at any time depending on the situation.

Whether you get swept away or caught.

None of them had a good ending.

Yato immediately hunched his shoulders and squatted down. The large hand barely brushed against his scalp, giving him the illusion that a long sword had passed over his head.

"It combines the unique techniques of karate's hand chop and grappling, making it difficult to deal with, but not a major problem..."

Thinking it over in his mind, he braced himself with his hands on the ground and kicked off with his legs together.

It struck Levi Kant's wide-open ribs.

"Well!"

Levi groaned, feeling his internal organs tremble. He staggered back two steps, clearly badly injured. But he was prepared for this. His left hand darted out like a snake and suddenly grabbed Yato's ankle.

"ended."

Levi Kant grinned maliciously, his teeth seemingly reflecting the color of blood.

He has accumulated a lot of experience in dealing with small and agile opponents.

First, launch a strong attack to force the opponent to dodge, then deliberately expose a weakness during the pursuit to lure them into a trap.

Although it may not work every time, the opponent has to get close to defeat you, which gives you an opportunity. With your innate reflexes and punching speed, you can always seize the opportunity!

I saw Yato being grabbed by the ankle.

The surrounding audience gasped in shock, as if they could already see the gruesome scene of his limbs being removed.

However, Yato, as the person involved, did not fall into despair and panic as they had imagined.

Levi Kant twisted the wrist of the hand that was grabbing Yato's ankle, flipping Yato over so that his face was down, and at the same time suddenly kicked out, trying to severely injure Yato's abdomen and disable his ability to resist.

But Yato braced himself with both hands, raised his upper body to dodge the front kick, and twisted his waist to sweep his unrestrained foot toward the opponent's temple.

Levi Kant sneered. He didn't let his guard down after grabbing his opponent; rather, he only entered his fighting rhythm the moment he made contact with his opponent.

Hailing from Iceland, he is best known for his Grimaldi wrestling and full-contact karate.

Karate goes without saying. Grimaldi is a folk fighting style developed by the Vikings of the North. In some ways, it is very similar to Judo and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. Its arms are longer than average, which means that it has a greater chance of grabbing the opponent and then using its physical advantage to crush the enemy's bones inch by inch through chokes like a wheel!

Yato's 'resistance' was also within Levi's expectations. Although the kick was incredibly fast, he still managed to lean back and avoid it thanks to his terrifying reflexes that didn't match his bulky appearance.

Tear!

"what!"

The pain came unexpectedly.

The field of vision suddenly darkened.

Levi Kant cried out in pain, his grip loosening slightly. Yato seized the opportunity to break free of the hand's hold, sprang to his feet, and charged aggressively towards his opponent.

The powerful side kick, delivered with the force of his entire body, struck Levi Kant in the unsuspecting area of ​​his lower back and liver/kidney region.

Even with thick muscles protecting them, the damage from a heavy kick cannot be ignored.

Levi Kant's ribs broke immediately, and the pain stimulated his brain, causing him to start throwing punches wildly.

He had a gruesome wound on his face that cut off both eyes.

His face was covered in blood, making it impossible to see his original appearance.

He was like a wounded beast, unleashing a power more ferocious than ever before.

But a beast with brute force but no reason can pose no threat to Yato.

Seizing an opening, he moved in close.

Smash the opponent's fingers with your hardest elbow.

Unsurprisingly, Levi Kant suffered fractures in all of his fingers.

After crippling his opponent's most threatening hands, Yato delivered a powerful elbow strike to the heart of his opponent's thick chest when the distance closed to within one meter. Levi immediately coughed up blood, and his chest even caved in.

Before Levi could retreat, Yato grabbed his head with both hands, leaped up, and struck him in the trachea below the throat with his knee. Levi's face flushed red, and he gasped for breath. If his eyes were still visible, they would have rolled back, bulging like fish eyes.

"You're right, it's really over."

Yato released his grip.

boom!

Levi Kant knelt down and fell heavily to the ground.

The referee was stunned, but he quickly recovered and rushed onto the stage to check on Levi Kant's condition.

"...Levi's Conde is unable to rise again. I hereby declare 'Black Hot Blood' representing Igarashi Yato the winner of this match!" The referee checked Levi's Conde's pulse, found that he was still alive, breathed a sigh of relief, and announced loudly.

"How can it be!"

"In the end what happened?"