38 Who won?

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"You may have found a way to counter me, old man, but I'll take you down before you can deal any decisive damage to me..."

Satoru laughed and completely took off his blindfold while Kishibe flashed a bloody grin.

*BOOM!*

The next moment, both of them clashed once more, using their fists, legs, and knees as weapons, unleashing immense deadly force, while trying to take each other down in the process.

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Kishibe has taken massive hits, however, the old seasoned Devil Hunter held his ground, even against the strongest of the current era.

He unleashed a left hook to which the silver haired youth sidestepped and dodged, before he unleashed a crazy right hook followed by a whirlwind kick.

Satoru sidestepped and dodged like right hook, before he tilted himself posteriorly, narrowly dodging the whirlwind kick which seemed to directly follow up after the punch.

The next moment, he unleashed his own whirlwind kick which smashed right into Kishibe's body, however, right as the old man was about to be hurled away, he executed a backhand punch which sent Satoru flying as well.

Kishibe stabilized himself after being hurled through a pillar, however, before he could even react, Satoru arrived before him in an instant, and unleashed a side punch, a right hook and followed up with another whirlwind kick, a terrifying combo was also one of his favorites.

However, just as Satoru's whirlwind kick smashed into his body, Kishibe unleashed a nasty side punch, which knocked the breath of Satoru, as both of them were hurled back once more.

"You're tenacious...old man.." Satoru couldn't help laugh, while he praised the tenacity of the old man before him, after stabilizing himself and wiping the trickle of blood near his lips.

"Taking direct hits just to be able to land a couple of hits. I've never seen anyone fight in such an unbridled manner before..."

Satoru couldnt help but furrow his brows while he spoke. Kishibe, against all odds, had been able to land a couple of hits onto his body, while he seemed to be taking direct hits from him as if it was nothing.

At this point, Satoru couldn't help but admit that Kishibe was really a troublesome opponent to face, even though he was only human. His terrifying battle instincts and ability to adapt to any style of combat was shocking in the very least.

"Tsk. They don't call me mad dog for no reason.." Kishibe forced himself to his feet, feeling his bones creak.

The strongest devil hunter of the current era, Gojo Satoru was strong, immensely strong and experienced even in close combat. To Kishibe, Satoru's punches felt like a metal dumbbell getting smashed into his body at high speed. And even with all of his strength, he had only managed to cause some shallow wounds on the youths body, which was a testament to his durability and endurance.

*BOOM!*

Without any wait, they bolted forward and clashed once more, as more and more shockwaves erupted.

Exchanging move after move after move, they accelerated at immense speeds. Satoru seemed to have improved drastically, dodging Kishibe's moves with relative ease, while his attacks got even more powerful. Meanwhile, Kishibe seemed to be on his last dregs. His strategy of taking hits and answering in kind was taking a toll on his body.

The most surprising things was that, Satoru seemed to have adapted to his current fighting style, as he unleashed unpredictable attacks which left no room for no counter.

Before Kishibe could even realize, a fist smashed into his face, followed by another to his ribs, then a kick, and another and another. Satoru was moving so fast, even Kishibe with all of his experience couldn't track his movements. He unleashed combo after combo, as Kishibe crossed his arms before his face to protect himself.

The next moment, a massive force smashed into his body, and hurled him a few meters away.

"The fight has been enlightening.." Satoru stretched his back. He had emerged victorious in the head on clash. Maybe it was because Kishibe was well past his prime, and his remaining life force was vastly diminished.

Satoru didn't feel any joy after wining the fight, mostly due to the fact that he didn't know what would've happened if he had fought the mad dog in his prime. However, even they had been allowed to used techniques, then it would've been a whole different story.

"Wait...one last attack..." Kishibe's voice sounded out, as he walked out of rubble with a bloodied smile.

"A last attack with any technique allowed..." He spoke and picked up his short blade from the ground, and stretched his back with a groan.

Satoru couldn't help but frown. Kishibe didn't seem injured or affected by his attacks. He knew how much power he had unleashed in that last round; it wasn't a power a defenseless human could tank with his physical body no matter how trained it was.

"That last round was extremely dangerous for me.." Kishibe seriously spoke and wiped the blood on his nose and lips, while gazing at Satoru who had a frown on his face.

"Are you sure you want us to use techniques? You might die instantly old man.." Satoru shook his head and readied himself.

Everyone had his or her secrets and he wasn't going to pry into Kishibe's, not that he cared though.

*BOOM!*

Without warning, Kishibe's body exploded forth with even greater than speed than before, as he slashed his blade towards Satoru's neck in a split second.

However, the silver haired youth disappeared when the blade was a few inches from his neck. Appearing behind Kishibe in the blink of an eye, an ephemeral blue and red light seemed to flash behind him, as Kishibe's body was instantly pulled forward by an attractive force, before Satoru smashed his fist forward coated in a the red light.

Before the fist could smash into Kishibe's body, the ephemeral blue light that was pulling his body seemed to fuse together with the red light on Satoru's fist, as purplish light exploded on contact, along with flashes of lightning.

Kishibe hadn't even been able to react to the change of events, as the destructive force from the purplish light crashed into his chest almost instantaneously, along with the force from Satoru's fist, creating the occurrence of superimposition of forces.

*BOOM!**SLASH!*

Kishibe's chest was immediately destroyed from the attack, as the entire floor of the building came crushing down.

'What the-" The next moment, Satoru whose figure was visible stood alone with a frown on his face. The next second, blood dripped down his neck, before a long slash opened up right in his neck.

He couldn't help but be shocked at the turn of events. His neck had actually been stealthily slashed by Kishibe and he had not even noticed it coming.

He had underestimated his opponent and had not even bothered using his infinity and was no paying dearly for it. Blood spurted out of his nose and mouth, before a wide grin materialized in his face.