The Man Who Fought Dinosaurs

'I will not dodge him...'

'I will not escape either.'

'And I will attack him with this.'

The mans fist raised.

'The symbol of the Chinese tradition of martial arts.'

'A crushing fist!'

'I will hit him straight and knock him down with all my power!'

2 opponents faced each other inside an empty martial arts arena.

Kaiou Retsu and Pickle.

The man that fought dinosaurs and the bearer of 4000 years of Chinese martial arts.

Kaiou stood in a horse stance with his guard up and pickle in a pose similar to how professional runners start their race.

At this point they had both been fighting for a while and Kaiou had sustained an injury on his shoulder which constantly leaked blood.

*WHOOOSH*

Pickle sprung from his position, exploding with all his power! This was the move Pickle used when facing the Triceratops, or any of the apex predators during the age of the dinosaurs!

Dust whiffed, and Kaiou could barely react.

He stuck his fist out and...

*BOOOM*

Kaiou blitzed into the wall and his eyes turned white. He slowly slipped off the cracked wall and fell onto the ground unconscious.

Pickle had won. The ancient attack vs the modern defence.

The ancient attack won...

However Pickle was not without injury. His nose was bleeding and a bruise formed on one side of his face.

Pickle at this point started crying...

He slowly walked towards the downed Kaiou tears constantly dripping. It was at this point that Mitsunari Tokugawa, who was spectating the fight rushed up trying to stop Pickle.

"Listen asshole this is the human world you ca-"

Pickle slapped the old man off his feet, sending him into a nearby wall before fading into unconsciousness.

Nothing would stop Pickle from his meal.

He raised his mouth and...

*FWISH*

A strong torrent of wind blew onto the naked body of Pickle.

A young man about 6ft in height, with explosive, dense and compact muscles came into view. He had long black hair and purple/reddish eyes and was wearing joggers with no shirt.

Pickle raised his head. He sensed a strong opponent that could interfere with his meal. An opponent that made him feel like a certain red haired man he met when he awoke.

The two others that were spectating with Mitsunari were Albert Payne who is an old man that takes care of Pickle and Gerry Strydum who is a general in the US and once a companion of Yujiro.

These two had no idea that Shiro Hanma was here. But Albert was about to inject Pickle with a sedative to stop him from eating Kaiou whole.

"You two get back..." Shiro didn't want these 2 old men getting injured or interfering with his battle. He had looked forwards to this moment for a long time.

He had heard lots of stories about dinosaurs in his previous life. But now he would personally taste the strength of them...

'I guess I do enjoy battle...'

Pickle stood up and his tears stopped. His meal was interrupted, but now he could have two.

Shiro readied his stance. This time he would not underestimate his opponent. Because If he lost then...

Pickle instantly rushed Shiro intending to grab his head!

Shiro barely dodged and Pickle's sharp nails clawed his cheek.

*splat*

Blood leaked and Shiro touched his cheek, before...

Laughing.

Gerry and Albert were confused. He was laughing but he was the one who was hurt.

"When was the last time that I got hurt so easily!?" Shiro was excited. Finally! An opponent that could push him to his limits. A truly worthy opponent.

Shiro readied his stance once again and a black aura encompassed him.

'Heavenly Demon Style: Demonic Judgement'

His eyes glowed, and he sped towards Pickle.

*FWISH*

A torrent of air whirled in the surroundings and Pickle stood still.

Pickle raised his hand to defend against Shiro oncoming punch. But Shiro never intended to punch. Instead he faked the punch and brought up his foot to deliver a roundhouse kick to Pickle's head.

*BOOM*

Pickle flew sideways. Although he had fast reaction and had fought a man of extreme skill. He definitely wasn't experienced in fighting humans.

He flipped mid-air, before regaining his balance and landing on all fours.

He was going to do the same attack again. But before he could his limbs failed him and he dropped onto the ground for a split second.

His eyes widened in surprise... His brain had been affected by Shiro's kick.

Shiro at this point had successfully managed to fully integrate his previous move 'pierce' into his normal fighting style. Every attack would affect the insides and outsides of wherever he attacked.

This is an extremely dangerous style of attacking, and Pickle noticed it.

He readied his limbs at the standing Shiro. And they both rushed at each other with extreme speeds.

*BOOOM*

They collided. However extreme amounts of damage were inflicted upon Shiro's hand, and Pickle remained undamaged.

When he went to punch. Pickle had opened his large mouth, showing extremely sharp teeth, and bit down furiously on his hand.

He managed to shake him off, but the razor sharp teeth had already done the damage. A mangled hand with twisted fingers from the shaking and slash marks all over it, some showing the bone.

An intense pain hit Shiro all at once.

"F*CK!"

This was a very bad injury. But not too extreme for Shiro currently. He had a very advanced healing and this injury would probably heal within a week... Hopefully.

But Pickle stood still unmoving. What he had tasted did not taste like blood... But it was so tasty that he wanted more! He licked his lips and turned towards the injured Shiro, creating the same posture as before.

The spectators had also noticed the oddity of the Shiro's blood... It's colour.

'It seems that it will end here.' Shiro firmed his will and prepped his strongest attack.

His eyes glowed intensely and the black aura filled the arena furiously!

"What?" Kaiou had just woken up from unconsciousness. He checked himself and found no other injury besides the one from his shoulder.

And he saw the old man Mitsunari unconscious and picked him up before realising that an ominous aura filled the arena.

He looked onwards and saw...

The image of a demon drowned in the void.

"Shiro..."

The two figures sprung forwards at each other with explosive power!

'Heavenly Demon Style Secret Technique: Void'

Shiro's eyes closed and he turned into a state of calmness. He could feel everything, the vibrations in the air, the incoming Pickle. Even the now awake Kaiou and the spectators who were absolutely shocked.

Every movement of Shiro's turned relaxed and as Pickle's punch approached he dodged it simply. He then brought his knee up connecting it the Pickle's chin, sending him up into the air. He lightly jumped off the ground and preformed another move.

'Heavenly Demon Style: Shadowless Barrage'

An innumerable amount of punches slammed Pickle's body. All of this took less than 2 seconds.

*BOOOOOOOOM*

Pickle's body crashed through the arena walls and into the outside. Copious amounts of blood left in his trail.

Shiro opened his eyes, and felt extreme fatigue while he fell to the ground.

*puff*

He was breathing heavily and looked towards the sky. He had gained a lot during this battle and had managed to complete his technique he had been trying to develop since last year. A technique that put him in the ultimate state. A state that could improve every single attribute he had. (Gotta love anime logic...)

"SHIRO! You did it!" Mitsunari who had woken up and Kaiou had rushed towards the laying Shiro.

Albert was worried about his 'national treasure' and the injuries it sustained and Gerry went with him to ensure his safety.

Although Mitsunari and Kaiou weren't too familiar with Shiro, they knew Baki very well and had met Shiro a few times.

"Thank you Shiro. And it was a great battle." Kaiou looked at Shiro in a new respect. He had defeated the ancient way of fighting.

Although Kaiou's will had lessened. He had expected to be eaten by Pickle. This was the fact he agreed to when commencing the battle...

"Hah, your welcome big guy. Now pick me up... I can't move." Shiro was seriously exhausted, and his body constantly hurt.

"Hahaha, lets go!"

----

Shiro was currently recovering in a small apartment. His hand was still mangled and he was watching TV.

'God this is so boring...'

*CRASH*

Shiro's door had been kicked down by a red haired figure...

"Baki?"

For a second there Shiro had thought it was someone else...

"Yo Shiro. Took a real beating huh?" Baki finally saw his brother all beat up. He had to make use of this moment.

Shiro smiled and replied, "Baki... Just wait till you fight him. I'll be there helping you recover."

Both brothers looked at each other before chuckling and Baki sat down next to Shiro.

"So... How was it?" Baki seriously wanted to know how strong Pickle was. He had been extremely eager to fight him as he would be doing it soon.

Shiro looked at Baki seriously before replying, "Baki... Next time you do your shadow boxing. Make an image of me. If you fight me then you will know how strong he is."

Although this sounded arrogant. It was true.

Baki looked at Shiro... He had tried it before. But it was weird.

'Well, I'll just try again...'

Looking at Baki who was now contemplating, Shiro spoke, "Baki fight seriously when facing Pickle. I know you don't usually start serious, but it will be difficult if you don't."

Baki nodded his head in understanding and walked to the exit. He looked once again at his brother with a smile and said, "Wish me luck. Shiro." And walked away.

'Good luck idiot.'

'Wait. He broke my door...' His smile was replaced by a look of annoyance.

Shiro glanced at the destroyed door and he stared at it for a while.

'Watch out for your door Baki. It's my next target.'

Shiro laid back down onto his couch and continued to watch TV.