68: Younger vs Ogre.

Toguro vs. Yujiro Hanma. Those names appeared on the screen, causing Bulma to narrow her eyes and look particularly serious, especially since these two fighters were quite powerful.

But the one who worried her even more was Yujiro Hanma, a man whose depths had yet to be fully explored. Unlike Toguro, against whom she knew she could hold her own, anyone with the surname 'Hanma' was no ordinary person.

"But it doesn't matter if you're like that ogre or not, as long as this world is fun," Bulma muttered before relaxing her body, not wanting to pay any more attention.

It was useless to worry about Yujiro Hanma's possible hidden power; why not pay attention to the fight that was about to start? Perhaps she could see a little more of the 'Ogre's' abilities and draw inspiration from him.

So, under the watchful eyes of Bulma, the fighters and the audience in general, the two fighters slowly walked towards the arena, each at his own pace. Toguro had his hands in his pockets and a stoic expression on his face, showing no emotion.

But anyone who could sense Ki could feel the thirst for battle rising from his body as he walked towards the arena. Toguro did not show it outwardly, but the energy inside him swirled furiously, demonstrating his enthusiasm.

He was a man who loved to fight, who wanted to push himself to his limits, and so the prospect of facing Yujiro Hanma, someone who had easily prevailed in all of his fights, was very appealing to him.

Toguro could feel it, that vague feeling of death and crushing, as if Yujiro Hanma was someone far superior to him. That made him want to fight even more! It didn't matter if he won or lost; he just wanted to enjoy the upcoming battle.

Perhaps because of this, a bit of that excitement seeped into his face, and a small smile appeared on his face. This was noticed by Yujiro, whose hair swayed wildly as he walked unconventionally.

Yujiro was a free spirit; he didn't even have a house to live in. he wandered around the world all the time, he didn't care what people thought of him, so his walk was somewhat ridiculous to those who saw it, but that only made Toguro pay more attention to him.

This free walking meant only one thing: absolute confidence. Yujiro was very confident in his strength, and this confidence was constantly radiating from his pores; even his enemies couldn't help but feel 'comfortable' with such exaggerated confidence.

"Boy, you're pretty pure, aren't you?" asked Yujiro suddenly, feeling that the young man in front of him was a kindred spirit.

He liked his desire to fight and his excitement, but most of all, he liked the fact that he had reached his level of strength despite his youth. To Yujiro's experienced eyes, Toguro was tall and muscular, but still quite young.

"I wouldn't know how to answer that question," Toguro took his hands out of his pockets before breathing heavily.

"But I want to enjoy this fight!" he shouted, letting some of the excitement out of his body.

Those words made Yujiro Hanma smile, using every muscle in his face to do so, looking like a terrifying monster. His laughter was so loud that it silenced the roar of the audience for a moment.

"Good!" as Yujiro said this, a red aura with a color and consistency similar to blood slowly emerged from his body and slowly rose above his body.

In response to Yujiro's actions, Toguro released his aura, which was like a soft purple smoke rising from his body. His muscles trembled and wriggled like snakes before slowly expanding.

"Begin!" the voice of the announcer said as the gong that signaled the beginning of the match was struck.

At that moment, a loud bang was heard and, as usual, damage was done. Although the fighters did not move, cracks appeared beneath each of them, as if the expensive material that made up the arena was unable to withstand the power that was unleashed by the aura of these two people alone.

Then Toguro charged at Yujiro. His body had grown and filled with muscles that not only increased his height but also his skin. It was somewhat grotesque, but strangely enough, he did not seem to move awkwardly or with reduced speed.

Although his weight had inevitably increased, his footprints left no marks in the sand; in fact, he seemed as light as a swallow. His smoke-like aura shrouded his right arm, enhancing his punch.

A ring of white vapor and a subsequent crack indicated that his punch had broken the speed of sound, but Yujiro simply raised his hand and parried the blow with his palm.

There was no bang, no wind, no further destruction of the arena, nothing. Even the energy in Toguro's arm seemed to lie dormant in his arm, having done nothing useful except decorate his limb.

Toguro's eyes narrowed, and suddenly, his massive body was thrown backwards with a powerful force that seemed to come from nowhere and crashed heavily into the arena floor a few meters away.

"What was that?" was Toguro's question as he quickly stood up, but his body was shaking slightly, and his mind quickly found the answer to what had happened.

He was a person dedicated to extreme strength, so he had a fairly high level of control over the power he used, and he was able to realize that the impact that had knocked him back had the same power as the blow he had tried to give Yujiro Hanma.

After coming to this realization, he looked at Yujiro more carefully, causing Yujiro to nod before slowly walking towards Toguro. Each step he took was like a ritual of energy accumulation, his aura growing larger and larger with each moment, while his voice resounded with confidence and power.

"Although you are an expert in strength and can even control your muscles, you have neglected something," Yujiro said, slowly showing him his open palm before closing it and forming a fist.

"If you don't correct yourself now, you will reach an inevitable limit and probably won't be able to bear it, becoming a slave to your own. You have sought quantity and even managed to raise your control to a high level, but ....

Have you thought about quality, young man? Your control of the Force will be meaningless if someone of better quality appears before you.

I wouldn't be surprised if one day you lose to a skinny fighter who is much smaller than you." Yujiro's words could be simple for anyone, but they were like a knife in Toguro's heart.

Even his will to fight faltered for a moment. Was his path wrong? Maybe it was, but it had brought him to this point, and he had worked so hard to get here, but now he felt like someone who had invested in his friend's business without knowing that it was a pyramid scheme and that his money would not come back to him.

But at that moment, a fist wrapped in bloody energy struck his cheek hard, but strangely, his body did not move, yet the force of the blow coursed through every inch of his body before dissipating into the ground.

As if it were a deliberate display of Yujiro Hanma's power control, the impact scattered on the ground caused cracks in the sand, but this had been seen before; this was something special.

The cracks in the ground were not jagged, but rather the sand floor looked as if it had been cut by an industrial cutter, and best of all, they drew a simple but symbolic pattern: a happy face.

"I did not say these words to make you doubt yourself and sink into self-pity, but to make you look for a way out, you can do that, young man." Yujiro's words seemed to dispel the haze in Toguro's mind.

Although his body burned with pain, he managed to retreat a few meters, although Yujiro did not follow him. Toguro then looked towards the audience, where a young pink-haired woman was cheering him on, and although he couldn't hear her due to the distance, he felt he understood her meaning.

"Fight!" Toguro then closed his eyes, and the smoke-like aura that had been extinguished rose above him again, but this time with a much more solid consistency.

The dense muscles twisted again, but instead of expanding madly as before, they shrank. Under the sound of crunching bones, his height decreased, but the quality of his aura seemed to improve, the smoke became deeper, and even the purple color gradually changed to black.

"What a surprise! After a few tips from fighter Yujiro Hanma, Toguro's appearance and presence have changed! From Kami-Sama! Now he looks like an 18-year-old!" the presenter shouted, excited by the sight before him.

"Young people discover new things every day," said Muten Roshi with some nostalgia in his voice. how could he not recognize Toguro's achievement, correcting a wrong path is sometimes more painful and difficult than continuing on it!

He knew this very well, for the same thing had happened to him, and now he saw the same thing in this fight. Whis, for his part, looked at Yujiro Hanma with interest, for the man had a strange confidence that made even him pay attention to him.

Then his eyes turned to Toguro, who looked like a teenager now, although he was still 2 meters tall. The Angel nodded; it was for interesting people like this that he had decided to come to Earth.

For now, the black aura rising from Toguro was like smoke from a forest fire. Even though this color could be associated with threatening things, his aura was only filled with the desire to fight.

"This time, Toguro's speed was much higher, leaving only a trail of black aura behind him.

Yujiro lunged at him as well, and the two collided hard, but the arena was undamaged, all the force of their blows being extremely controlled and only applied to their opponent's body.

As such, their exchange was strangely quiet and not at all destructive, but their figures were constantly flashing across the arena and even into the air. Their exchange was not limited to fists and kicks, both used their bodies as deadly weapons.

Although it was obvious that Toguro was the weaker and more inexperienced of the two fighters, he had an unbridled smile on his face, enjoying the fight to the fullest. He didn't care about the blood pouring from his mouth, the horrible bruises on his skin, or the discomfort of his broken bones and shattered organs.

He saw a new path to follow! A different path, but with the same key point, the control of force, of power. His blood burned hotter and hotter, even though his face was swollen and he could barely see.

He could feel the Ki! His nose was broken, and he could hardly breathe properly. He was breathing through his skin! It was as if a set of boundaries he hadn't known he had before had been broken at that moment.

It didn't matter if the pain was overwhelming; his euphoria from the fight kept him fighting. Broken bones? They would grow back and mend later! How could he stop this battle? Even when he could no longer keep up with Yujiro Hanma, who was completely crushing him, that smile never left his face.

She said he had to fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! This somewhat fragile will was constantly being tested, hammered in this battle, becoming something that had even seemed to affect reality.

Even Yujiro Hanma was surprised to see this. He had only wanted to guide this young man, but what made him so determined, his guidance was not on such a level! Then Yujiro looked towards the audience and saw the pink-haired girl still shouting, and he, who was stronger than Toguro, heard her words.

"Fight!"

Yujiro couldn't help but shake his head at the thought of how powerful love could be as a driving force; for him, love wasn't some strange power similar to the one the fighter Lan-Fan used, but something more... something that helped to overcome limits.

But Yujiro's brief distraction allowed Toguro to attack, and for the first time in the entire fight, his blow connected directly with his opponent's chest. There was no sound as before, but Yujiro Hanma's body was pushed back, leaving faint footprints on the ground.

"Wow, that punch was really..." Yujiro stopped when he saw that Toguro was still standing, but with his eyes rolled back and his black aura still radiating from his body.

"Fighter Toguro is unconscious! Fighter Yujiro Hanma has won this match!

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AN: I'm still angry with what happened with the cover of my Avatar fanfic... but there are good notices! At least for me c:

Someone who comment a lot that fanfic, his nickname is TheAnPlayer2, made some images about a new character for a new original novel that I wanna write... no no! This isn't spam, I just wanna show you the art, only that c: All creddits to my brother TheAnPlayer2, he deserves more! He made a cover and some draws, I will put it in the next paragraph comments section.

(Images here)