Chapter 191: Experts

There were twelve people left in the Martial Arts Arena. Robert's mercenary squad had five members, and he longed for the other seven to start fighting so that two more would be eliminated, allowing the remaining ten to pass the first round of the assessment.

However, after Jiang Hailong's duo, Shawang Suxi's trio, and those two Japanese men had beaten back those who challenged them, they stopped attacking and stood to the side to watch the show. This made Robert very frustrated; he thought, "You guys should be fighting, what is the meaning of standing there?"

After hesitating for a moment, Robert finally led his mercenary squad and walked toward the two Japanese men.

"Yifan, look, those two Japanese men are about to be in trouble," Jiang Hailong said with schadenfreude; he was very happy to see the Japanese men get beaten up.

Meng Yifan shook his head and said, "Hailong, you are wrong; Robert and his team are the ones about to be in trouble."

"How is that possible? Robert's combat power is very fierce; even if I were to face him, I might not be able to win. Can that short Japanese man beat Robert?" Jiang Hailong asked.

"Just wait and see." Meng Yifan said this because he felt True Qi fluctuations on that Japanese martial artist. He was a true Martial Artist, and moreover, at least a First Grade High-Level Martial Artist. Except for Meng Yifan, none of the people present were a match for the Japanese martial artist.

During the fight just now, that Japanese martial artist had been hiding his skills; he had not used True Qi, which made people think his strength was nothing more than that.

The other Japanese man wearing a black hat was also not simple. Meng Yifan did not use Spiritual Power to investigate, but his Divine Soul was powerful, and he vaguely felt that there were two Divine Soul fluctuations on that Japanese man, as if he were possessed by a ghost, but those two Divine Souls were actually living in peace, as if they were in a symbiotic relationship.

This was very strange. Meng Yifan knew the Possession Technique; when two Divine Souls fight for a body, only one can survive.

Yet the two Divine Souls in the Japanese man were not fighting at all; instead, they were jointly controlling this body in a special way. He wondered what kind of bizarre cultivation method this was.

It seems that this expedition to the Ancient Tomb has truly attracted some extraordinary people from Earth.

"Are you two going to leave on your own, or should I beat you out?" Robert said.

"Oyama Masutatsu, beat all five of them out," said the Japanese man wearing the black hat.

The Japanese martial artist 'Oyama Masutatsu' nodded, stepped forward, and faced Robert and his four men directly.

Robert and his four men were all sturdy Westerners. They were all over one meter eighty tall, and Robert was even two meters tall. Standing in front of Oyama Masutatsu, who was only one meter fifty, the huge height difference made Robert and the others look like a group of adults bullying a child.

Facing five tall and strong opponents, Oyama Masutatsu was not afraid at all. Instead, he very politely performed a Karate bow to Robert and the others and said, "Japanese Karate, Oyama Masutatsu, please advise me."

"Tedious Japanese etiquette, let's begin." Robert did not take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack while Oyama Masutatsu was bowing; instead, he waved his hand casually, urging Oyama Masutatsu to start quickly.

"Come on!" Robert hunched his body slightly, clenched his fists, held them in front of his chest to fully protect his head and vital points, jumped with flexible footwork, and stared fiercely at Oyama Masutatsu.

Robert practiced Boxing, and his footwork was particularly flexible. When he jumped to Oyama Masutatsu's side, his right fist suddenly threw a straight punch at Oyama Masutatsu's ribs, while his left fist guarded his face, ready to block the opponent's attack at any time. With both offense and defense prepared, Robert was worthy of being an American boxing champion.

The human ribs are vital points; if hit, it would surely cause broken ribs and internal organ damage. Robert's straight punch was fierce and ruthless, attacking Oyama Masutatsu's vital parts directly.

According to common logic, Oyama Masutatsu had to retreat and dodge, but if he did that, Robert's subsequent combination punches would follow up, not giving Oyama Masutatsu a moment to catch his breath.

Oyama Masutatsu pushed off the ground with his feet and twisted his body slightly. The power originated from his toes, was then enhanced by the twist of his waist, transmitted joint by joint along his shoulder bones, and finally, all his strength was concentrated in his right fist.

"Hah!" Oyama Masutatsu let out a loud shout, and his right fist blasted out like a cannonball.

Oyama Masutatsu, who was only one meter fifty, did not dodge Robert's powerful attack, which came from a height of two meters. Instead, he went head-to-head and returned a straight punch.

"Boom!" The two fists collided. Oyama Masutatsu stood in a horse stance and did not move an inch, while the tall Robert retreated three steps and kept shaking his right hand. Clearly, in the head-to-head collision just now, Robert's right hand had been injured.

"Damn! That little Japanese guy is quite strong," Jiang Hailong said in surprise.

Meng Yifan did not speak. He knew that Oyama Masutatsu had not used any True Qi at all; his physical strength alone was enough to rival a two-meter-tall boxing champion. It was truly incredible.

Earth had long since entered the End of Dharma Era; how did Oyama Masutatsu cultivate to possess such formidable strength?

"Attack together, take down the little Japanese guy," Robert shouted. The five of them swarmed forward, surrounding and attacking Oyama Masutatsu together.

Facing the siege of the five men, Oyama Masutatsu was calm and composed, not panicking at all. His hands threw punches continuously, blocking all the attacks from Robert and his four men.

Both sides went back and forth, fighting quite lively.

"Oyama Masutatsu, stop playing around, hurry up and beat them all out," the Onmyoji 'Abe Seimei' said with some impatience.

Hearing this, Robert and the others felt they had suffered a great humiliation. The five of them had already tried their best, yet that Japanese man said Oyama Masutatsu was just playing with them. This was truly intolerable.

"You four deal with Oyama Masutatsu, I will go solve that guy wearing the hat," Robert said, then took a step back, preparing to strike Abe Seimei.

But before Robert could retreat, Oyama Masutatsu's body flickered and he appeared in front of Robert. With True Qi surging, he threw a very ordinary straight punch at Robert's chest.

Robert reacted quickly and hurriedly threw his left fist, colliding with Oyama Masutatsu's fist once again.

"Crack!" As the two fists collided, Robert's fist was broken. Oyama Masutatsu's fist continued forward with unstoppable force, slamming fiercely into Robert's chest.

"Bang!" Robert's massive two-meter-tall body was sent flying more than ten meters by the punch, finally crashing into the wall outside the Martial Arts Arena.

"Boom!" The sturdy blue brick wall was knocked down directly by Robert's body, leaving the scene filled with flying dust and in a mess.

"Pfft!" Robert lay on the ground, vomiting blood continuously, looking at Oyama Masutatsu in disbelief. He could not understand why Oyama Masutatsu's power had suddenly increased two or three times.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" Oyama Masutatsu threw four more punches as fast as lightning. None of the other four members of Robert's squad could block a single punch from Oyama Masutatsu, and all were sent flying.

"How is this possible?" Jiang Hailong was dumbfounded. Robert, whose strength was similar to his own, had been sent flying by a single punch from Oyama Masutatsu. If it were Jiang Hailong, he wouldn't be able to block a punch from Oyama Masutatsu either. How could this little Japanese guy be so powerful?

The two Muay Thai experts beside Shawang Suxi also felt immense pressure; even if the two of them attacked together, they would not be able to beat Oyama Masutatsu.

"Mr. Guishou, there are only seven people left on the field. Can the first round of the assessment be considered over?" Abe Seimei smiled and asked.

"Of course, congratulations to you seven for passing the first round of the assessment." Guishou was very satisfied with the people present. The stronger they were, the more likely they would be able to help Guishou complete the task of exploring the Ancient Tomb.

"Then let's start the second round of the assessment. My time is very precious, and I don't want to waste it on meaningless things," Abe Seimei said.

Guishou smiled and said, "Everyone, follow me. The second round of the assessment is very simple; you only need to listen to a recording."

"Listen to a recording?" Meng Yifan and the others were all curious. What kind of recording could be used as an assessment task?

Guishou led Abe Seimei and the other six into a sealed room, had them all sit on the sofa, and then Guishou said, "In a moment, a recording will be played in this room. If you can persist for three minutes without losing yourself, you will pass the assessment."

After Guishou finished speaking, he exited the room. A moment later, a wailing, sobbing sound emerged from the room's speakers.