Reborn in Japan as a Chef God
Chapter 483 - 482: Knockdown

Chapter 483: Chapter 482: Knockdown

"Come at me, attack me——"

Dojima Yin beckoned, standing tall like an iron tower.

Xia Yu did not respond, his gaze sharpening as he glanced at Dojima Yin’s lower body. Just seconds before, his opponent had spread his legs wide, his right hand clenched into a fist, while his left hand rested on his hip, not assuming any fighting stance. He appeared loose and relaxed, but Xia Yu wasn’t going to be careless because of that.

Oh?

Seeing that Xia Yu didn’t rush into an attack, headlong with fervor, Dojima Yin was slightly surprised.

"Come on——

Dojima Yin continued to beckon, "Attack!"

"No matter what method you use, if you take me down, you win!"

"And if you win, I’ll provide you with a batch of guns and bullets... um, and a military jeep! Some things money can’t buy, but I have my ways!" he said with a laugh.

Upon hearing this, Xia Yu’s heartbeat quickened.

Guns!

Even if he didn’t bring other equipment, he couldn’t do without guns. Having a gun in hand while hunting in the primeval forest would certainly increase his sense of security.

Moved by the offer, Xia Yu kept his cool, not rushing into an attack. Instead, he circled around Dojima Yin slowly, walking in circles.

Dojima Yin remained unmoving.

"Why are they..."

Tiqie Eriina began, puzzled, but her pupils suddenly narrowed.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, as Xia Yu moved to Dojima Yin’s side, his body slightly bent, and in an instant, he was like a tightly drawn bowstring. With a snap, his bones emitted a cracking sound. Eriina’s vision blurred for a moment and when she was able to see Xia Yu again, the boy was already in close combat with his opponent!

Dojima Yin was also taken aback.

"So fast!"

A fist rapidly grew in his peripheral vision. Dojima Yin ducked, narrowly avoiding a formidable punch to the face, but what followed was the whoosh of air cutting. Xia Yu’s sweeping kick, with a long leg wrapped in gusts of wind, was a mid-air side kick.

Boom!

A proper whip kick collided with Dojima Yin’s raised arms, and the dull sound of flesh on flesh made Eriina shudder from the surprise.

Tap tap tap...

Dojima Yin stepped back three paces. Xia Yu landed from mid-air but retreated four steps before stabilizing on the fourth step. The piercing pain traveling from his shinbone to his brain told him that he had just felt like he was kicking a steel plate. In one word, painful!

His eyebrows furrowed tightly.

With the blocking posture discarded, Dojima Yin inhaled sharply from the pain. Looking closely at his forearm, the shirt sleeve from elbow to wrist had burst during the strike, now hanging in tattered strips. Thus, his reddened forearm was exposed to the air, and it took a good half a minute for the numbness in his arm to slowly fade away.

"You, kid, are pretty good!"

Dojima Yin was truly astounded, sizing up Xia Yu, who appeared to be unharmed. "What kind of fighting martial arts have you trained in?"

Xia Yu was rather at a loss for words regarding Dojima Yin’s iron-like defense.

"I say, President Dojima, it seems to me you’re not practicing karate, but rather the Iron Shirt or Golden Bell Cover!"

He made the serious comment.

"Hey!"

Dojima Yin let out a proud and hearty laugh, then swiftly ripped off his shirt, the buttons bursting and flying far away. His robust, bronze upper body was laid bare. The man was already tall and imposing. When serious, his eyes emanated an even fiercer aura.

"Come on, the promise still stands—if you knock me down, you win!" he gestured with a crook of his finger.

Xia Yu’s gaze deepened as he scrutinized Dojima Yin’s lower body, his mind becoming more agile.

"Sweep the legs? No, this opening is deliberately left by him."

"It seems I’ll have to grapple, then!"

The previous testing exchange made Xia Yu realize that Dojima Yin’s rough skin and thick flesh made it very difficult to take him down with brute force. What’s more, Xia Yu knew that his own strength and physical conditioning were inferior to Dojima Yin’s; a head-on clash of fists and feet would surely put him at a disadvantage.

Therefore, he changed his strategy——

Using strength!

Xia Yu continued to circle around him, not in the least bit of a hurry.

"Just now..."

Eriina at the sideline was already so nervous that she couldn’t speak. The lightning-fast clash they had just witnessed refreshed her impression of Xia Yu once again. Was the boy who just now moved as agile as a monkey and seemed filled with strength really just a chef?

"Truly lacking in actual combat experience!"

Eriina heard Zhu Qing’s light chuckle and couldn’t help but turn to her in astonishment.

"Looking at what?"

Zhu Qing said playfully, "That kid’s offense just now had too many flaws for me to even start explaining. And it’s fortunate that Dojima had no intention of attacking. Otherwise, the moment he leaped for that flying kick, abandoning his lower guard and leaving no room to defend, that kind of offense would require being prepared for the possibility of being knocked out with a single blow, especially when facing an opponent with superior physical condition."

She saw Eriina glaring at her and chuckled softly, "Do you think his flying kick just now was very cool?"

Uh.

Eriina immediately turned her head away from Zhu Qing, feeling the panic of having her thoughts exposed.

"Look—"

Roland Chapele suddenly said with emotion.

There was a change in the standoff at the dojo. Xia Yu was walking faster and faster when boom, his trailing foot suddenly stomped hard. It was as if a heavy object of several hundred kilograms had hit the ground, the sound was dull with a slight trembling sensation; Eriina watched with wide eyes.

Crackling.

A snakelike hand weaved past. The sound was definitely of bones cracking, yet it resembled firecrackers. It was truly frightening.

Even Dojima Yin was startled.

What kind of technique is this... Are all the bones in the body popping?

Terrifying.

The thought barely formed in his mind when the snakelike hand was already in front of him. Dojima Yin’s eyes flashed with brilliance, and he easily caught Xia Yu’s wrist, but a moment later his heart skipped a beat, "Damn, it’s a feint!"

The other hand had found his suit trouser belt, just above his buttocks. Dojima Yin shuddered, snap, grabbed Xia Yu’s wrist intending to throw him off, but when he exerted force, he found himself hanging in the air, his body coming apart in an instant... Dojima Yin’s eyes bulged.

Boom.

It was like an earthquake.

Eriina covered her face with her hands, not daring to look. When the noise stopped, she finally dared to peek through her fingers and stared in shock.

A tall and burly man was thrown on his back, legs in the air.

Xia Yu lay on the floor beside him, gasping for breath.

"Pain, pain, pain!"

He rolled over and crawled up. Dojima Yin, rubbing his waist, winced, "You really don’t hold back, do you, kid!"

"How else to win?"

He rolled his eyes.

"...Using the opponent’s strength against them in throwing technique? Have you been practicing Aikido?" Dojima Yin slowly stood up, twisting his waist.

"Why would it be Aikido?"

"Aikido emphasizes striking after the opponent, using hits and grabs, and the combination of hardness and softness."

"Was I striking after just now?"

Dojima Yin suddenly choked on his words.

"Clap, clap, clap..."

A round of applause followed. Zhu Qing applauded and praised, "My little nephew, with your current skills, if you were to make your way in the worldly society, armed with a firearm, if you suffered a loss, it would be your own fault!"

Tiqie Eriina didn’t understand, she just felt that Xia Yu was amazing for being able to throw down the big guy Dojima Yin; her eyes showed a hint of indescribable admiration when she looked at him.

Roland Chapele, Tiqie Zongwei, and the couple Leonora all exchanged glances.

They knew even better the strength that Dojima Yin had as a Gourmet Hunter.

Even though it was purely defense, the fact that Dojima Yin had taken the fight seriously and still got thrown was enough to explain many things.