Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 108 was the right choice.
Walking alone in this foolish land, that person—

10th Dan in Karate!
A practical karate master, founder of the Guji-ryu karate style, and the first head of the Shinshin-kai, he has many nicknames such as "Martial God," "Man-Eating Python," and "Tiger Demon."

He once single-handedly killed a wild Siberian tiger with his bare hands, relying on his superb karate skills!
He can be called a "grandmaster of his generation"!
Simply compiling the words and deeds of this grandmaster would be enough to publish a book, and there would certainly be people who would buy it and read it to appreciate his noble character.

“‘Stopping war’ is ‘martial arts’; a martial artist is one who stops conflict.”

Now, the Grandmaster is lecturing to Bai Mucheng, displaying remarkable demeanor.

Then--

Snapped!
The grandmaster raised his leg and kicked upwards with all his might, striking the slovenly man in the groin.

With a muffled "thud," blood gushed from the slovenly man's groin, staining his crotch crimson.

"—Huh?! Ahhh!"

The disheveled man let out a wail, clutched his groin, and collapsed to the ground in pain, his body trembling uncontrollably, the sharp knife in his hand falling to the side.

This sudden kick truly opened Bai Mucheng's eyes.

As expected of a legendary karate master, even a simple kick is honed through countless hours of practice, and the precision and speed of the movements are a feast for the eyes!
"Haha, as expected, Brother Shiraki understands me."

Yuji Doppo slowly retracted his leg, a smile appearing on his thick face. He glanced around, looking at the others who looked surprised, such as Pegasus Nozomi and Li Youba further away.

"Speaking of 'what is martial arts'."

"People always mention that martial arts can cultivate excellent character—a byproduct that has a certain positive significance in social sports."

"But in reality, the greatest significance of practicing martial arts and becoming a martial artist lies in this—"

Yuji Dubu suddenly reached out and clenched his fist.

Thick wrists, large palms, hard fingers, and skin covered with calluses and scars.

Amid the grotesque man's wails, Doppo clenched his fist and scanned his surroundings with his sharp eyes, looking towards the ordinary people further away.

There were happy families on a trip, children who were almost stabbed, and teenagers trembling with fear.

"The purpose of martial arts is to make us stronger in a fight."

"It sounds a bit superficial? But it's enough."

"So that I can be in pubs, on the street, by the pool, anywhere I'll go..."

"When innocent children face the threat of illegal harm;"

"A person who is completely in a weak position is unilaterally harmed by violence;"

"And there's war..."

Yudi Dubu suddenly noticed Wu Fengshui and took a few more glances at her unique eyes with black background and white pupils.

"When your family is in danger... or when you're on a date with your lovely girlfriend, only to be interrupted by criminals..."

"Nothing is more effective than having a strong fist."

"..."

As they spoke, the disheveled man who had been lying on the ground struggled to his feet, driven by adrenaline, and bared his teeth in a ferocious grin.

He could no longer wield the knife, but there was a bottle of industrial sulfuric acid on his left, which could teach the others a lesson!
Just as the slovenly man reached into his pocket—

boom!
Yu Di Du Bu kicked out with his front foot, striking the slovenly man in the lower abdomen and even causing a noticeable deformation to his back.

"Pfft!"

The disheveled man coughed up blood, and unconsciously squeezed the sulfuric acid bottle in his pocket, bursting it.

The chemical liquid stuck to his thighs and palms, burning his skin until it emitted white smoke. The disheveled man screamed in agony, truly reaping what he sowed.

Before the opponent could fall, Yuji Doppo suddenly followed up with another kick, a sweeping upper leg that sent the disheveled man's neck twisted with a "bang".

The disheveled man flew sideways, crashing into tempered glass not far away and being completely buried by the shards.

"Of course, my legs are just as hard as my fists!"

Yuji Doppo, hands on his hips, let out a long breath and looked at Shiramu Cheng in front of him, "It's been a long time since I've been a teacher, young man, what are your thoughts on the class?"

Bai Mucheng, hands on his hips, clicked his tongue and hesitated for a moment before sharply commenting, "The mighty Martial God, Yu Di Du Bu—if he were to convey such a viewpoint to the outside world, the impact on teenagers would be immeasurable..."

"Haha, I knew it?"

Yu Di Du Bu raised his eyebrows and laughed, his eyes curving upwards into crescent moons.

"..."

While the two were talking, the tattooed "bald cultist" had already started walking on the broken glass.

Although the broken tempered glass wasn't sharp, it still cut his soles, but he was completely unaware, leaving bloody footprints on the ground.

This guy, nicknamed "Madman," is undoubtedly "abnormal."

Pain is also 'fate'.

“There are many heretics here, they must all be killed…”

The bald cultist's eyes darted around, and he was about to walk towards the distant crowd when he was suddenly blocked by Yuji Doppo. Looking back, his retreat was also blocked by Shiraki.

The two men, one in front and one behind, trapped the bald cultist in the middle, unable to move forward or backward.

"That's it, I understand."

The bald cultist, with his fingers pressed together, bent down, pulling his arms back to their limit, almost making his whole body into the shape of an "M," ready to unleash his sharp, piercing strike.

It was a terrifying weapon that could pierce tempered glass with a single blow, and could easily pierce a person's neck!
He remained expressionless and said woodenly, "You two are heretics too, aren't you..."

Swish!
The bald cultist suddenly turned around and thrust his two piercing hands at Bai Mucheng behind him.

However, Shiraki Cheng moved even faster, pulling back his right fist and slamming it down, striking the bald cultist's shoulder.

[Collarbone augmentation]!
click!
With a single blow, a crisp sound of bones shattering rang out. The bald cultist's collarbone broke, and one arm drooped limply.

He continued to thrust with his right hand, but Bai Mucheng delivered a knee strike, deflecting his attack.

Swish!
Bai Mucheng forcefully swung his hand horizontally, striking the bald cultist's cheek repeatedly like a slap.

Zangief's machine gunner's knife!
boom!boom!boom! !

After the three blows, one side of the bald cultist's jaw was completely shattered, his mouth gaping wide open, saliva and blood dripping from it.

The bald cultist was hit and spun around like a top, turning around and facing backward.

He swiftly and boldly marched forward, alone on the foolish ground.

Swish!
He opened his left hand forward and grabbed the bald cultist's neck, pulling hard with all five fingers.

click!
The skin on the neck of the bald cultist was torn apart by Yudi Dubu, with blood and bits of flesh splattering everywhere, causing severe damage.

Thyroid cartilage resection!

Yu Di took another half step forward, almost touching the bald cultist, and slammed his right palm down, hitting the bald cultist in the groin.

Clap!

With a crisp crack, the pubic bone shattered!

“Ahem—!”

The bald cultist froze, a sharp pain shooting through his mind, which surprisingly caused the fanatic to display a "normal" expression of agony.

Yu Di Du Bu stretched out his left hand and stabbed the bald cultist in the chest. All five fingers were "sunken" in, gripping the two ribs with astonishing finger strength, and then pulled backward with force.

Smash!

A large amount of blood spurted out.

In Yuji Dubu's hands, there were two pale, broken bones!

—Open rib fracture!
...Plop!
Having murdered fifty-six people and killed three prison guards during his escape, the vicious and fanatical "madman" Ginji Nagashima collapsed to the ground, trembling, his blood pooling around him.

……

……

About ten minutes later, officers from the Metropolitan Police Department arrived and investigated the scene.

After a brief examination, the doctor removed his stethoscope and said, "The suspect, 'Mimura Yuki,' and the escaped convict, 'Nagashima Ginji'—these two are absolutely beyond saving."

Upon hearing the analysis, the young police officer rubbed his temples in exasperation. "How about this, send him to the hospital to go through the motions, and make a token effort."

"..."

After the ambulance drove away, the young police officer went to the other side—where Shiraki Sei and Goji Doppo were—to take statements from the two men.

Bai Mucheng raised an eyebrow and said, "We didn't want to use those tactics, although we didn't do anything wrong..."

Yuji Doppo also earnestly added, "In unarmed martial arts, there are techniques that 'should not be used against weak opponents'."

"When you judge that your opponent is unable to fight back, you should stop short of attacking – meaning to stop when you've made your move."

Doppo patiently explained to the police officer, "Those are techniques that 'should not be fully used,' they are sealed away."

Bai Mucheng looked helpless. "If we could solve the problem without using it, that would be perfect."

"..."

The young officer's lips twitched, and he tentatively asked, "So, about this incident..."

Shiraki Sei and Goji Doppo each put their hands on their hips, heads bowed in deep thought, then looked into the distance—at the tourists who were orderly evacuating.

Some people are bewildered and at a loss, some are still in shock, some are frightened by the bloody scene, and may have nightmares for days on end...

But in any case, no one will have any "painful" memories.

"In short, just like what Brother Shiraki said."

Yu Di Du Bu raised his thumb and spoke in unison with Bai Mu Cheng, frank and open.

"—We used it correctly."

(End of this chapter)