Super Fighting Tokyo

Which chapter is more difficult? (Chapter 129)

On the arena stage, the sound of "liquid" exploding could be heard.

puff!

Blood gushed from the inside of Shiraki's right forearm, splattering onto Aguya's chest and face, making his steely expression even more ferocious.

"I'm bleeding!"

"Such heavy bleeding! Did they cut a vital organ?!"

"..."

The audience erupted in gasps of surprise.

But true professionals—such as the Tiger Wakatsuki Samurai—can see the truth.

"No, that's not a killer move that can 'determine the outcome'."

Wakatsuki narrowed his eyes and explained to the person next to him, "The principle behind that move is to use the rotation of the fist to make the knuckles bulge and pull on the opponent's skin, thereby achieving the effect of 'cutting'."

Wu Fengshui added, "Since it was only the bony protrusion that cut the surface of the skin, although there was a lot of bleeding, the actual extent of the injury should not be that serious."

"..."

Hearing their explanation, Tenma Nozomi breathed a slight sigh of relief. "Speaking of which, Aguya's moves are rather annoying, and his personality is quite terrible too."

“But it is indeed effective,” Wakatsuki Samurai said, arms crossed, “and he hasn’t even used his full power yet…”

……

……

"--hiss!"

Shiraki's right forearm was cut, and he exhaled a breath of hot air as his mouth twitched, but his left hand, which was tightly gripping Aguya's wrist, did not let go.

"Not painful enough, Brother Aguya, much gentler than Brother Hanayama's 'grip strike'..."

Instead of retreating, Shiramu Cheng advanced, his right hand, which had just slammed into Aguya's face, reached forward again, grabbed the back of the other's head, pressed down on his head, and at the same time raised his knee to slam upwards.

boom!
Aguya's left wrist was still restrained, and his right arm was crossed in front of his chest, making his movements extremely awkward. He was hit hard by the knee strike.

In an instant, blood gushed from Aguya's nose, even staining one of his eyes red.

……

"Mixed Martial Arts? Before that, there was also boxing and karate. That Shiraki Cheng has quite a rich learning background..."

Wakatsuki raised an eyebrow. "But that's right. If you want to break through Akoya's arrest technique, you can break through his defense from the front, strike him with your whole body, and finish the battle quickly. That's a very effective option."

……

Wow!
Shiraki gripped Aguya's wrist and the back of his head tightly, twisted his body to make him lose his balance, raised his knee, aimed at the opponent's face, and then delivered a powerful slam.

boom……

But this sound was noticeably less solid than before.

Everyone looked closely and saw that Bai Mucheng's movements froze. It turned out that Agugu had turned his right wrist and inserted three fingers into the wound on the inside of Bai Mucheng's right forearm!

Guji!

Aguya squeezed more blood from the wound with his fingers, the action was exactly like "digging out flesh"!
"hiss--?!"

The excruciating pain forced Shiramu to release his grip, forcefully kick Aguya's knees, and use the momentum to retreat several steps before regaining his balance.

His right arm hung down, and bright red blood splattered in a line.

Such a gruesome scene was so painful to look at that that Bai Mucheng couldn't help but grimace in pain.

Tianma frowned deeply, "As expected, both his personality and playing style are terrible!"

Bai Mucheng paused, his expression gradually calming down. He clenched his right fist again, but it was still trembling slightly. "Sure enough, it still hurts a lot..."

"Humph!"

Aguya snorted out the blood from his nose, wiped the bloodstains off his uniform with his right hand, and raised the large shield again with his left arm.

His gloomy eyes were fixed on Bai Mucheng. "This is the test of justice. What are your thoughts?"

"It hurts so much!"

Bai Mucheng rotated his wrist, stood sideways, with his right arm across his chest and his left arm placed slightly below his body. He moved his feet in a small, rhythmic hop, causing his body to sway lightly.

Unlike Ryu's solid stance, Shiraki's posture at this moment was clearly more inclined towards mixed martial arts.

……

"Hmm? Does he still want to break through his defenses head-on?"

Upon seeing this, the samurai Wakatsuki couldn't help but be taken aback. "That will hurt a lot..."

Xiao Yuzhou asked, puzzled, "Does it hurt?"

Wakatsuki nodded. "Akoya will continue to create wounds and then continue to target and attack those wounds."

This seasoned fighter had already seen through the situation: "Aguya is doing this not to win, but to 'torture' him."

“He sees Shiraki as a criminal, and simply wants to inflict pain on him!” Takeshi Wakatsuki looked at his cosmos, “The pain of having flesh ripped from a wound—just think of the feeling of having a tooth pulled, even without anesthesia…”

……

Swish!
Aguya steps forward and attacks, sweeping diagonally with his right foot.

Shiraki Cheng dodged to the right, but Aguya's superhuman reflexes found an opening. Aguya hooked back with four fingers of his left hand and inserted them into the wound on Shiraki Cheng's right forearm, then opened them with force.

puff!

The wound was torn open again, causing more blood to gush out, and excruciating pain shot through my mind.

Shiramu Cheng gritted his teeth, turned around, and kicked out a high-level spinning sweeping kick.

boom!
Aguya successfully blocked with his right arm, then threw a left punch. The fist rotated the moment it touched the skin, creating another gash on Shiraki's calf.

puff!
After Bai Mucheng's sweeping kick landed, another arc-shaped "blood line" appeared on the arena.

"Aha!"

Shiraki's movements continued without pause. He lashed out with his left elbow, striking Aguya directly in the face and breaking his nose.

Aguya took the hit head-on, grabbed Shiramu Cheng's upper arm, and swiftly swung out his other fist, slicing through Shiramu Cheng's chest.

Swish!
The instant his fist reached the limit of his arm span, Aguya turned and raised two fingers, stabbing back at Shiraki's chest wound.

Whoa!

Two fingers dug into the flesh, the fingertips sinking under the skin, drawing out thick, sticky blood.

The next instant, Aguya's left hand changed its movement again, spreading its five fingers and slapping Shiraki's chest, pressing him down to the ground.

boom!
With a muffled thud, Shiramu Cheng fell heavily to the ground, his pupils trembling violently from the shock. His chest was even caved in by Aguya's large hand, making it difficult for him to breathe.

These consecutive offensive and defensive battles were extremely fast and bloody, with blood even splattering off the stage, drawing cheers from the audience.

"Awesome!"

"it is good!"

"Kill him, Aguya!"

"..."

Aguya pressed down on Shiraki's chest with one hand, forcefully preventing his lungs from expanding and making it impossible for him to breathe. At the same time, he clenched his right fist and pulled it to its limit, tensing his arm muscles.

Seeing Shiraki's face, which showed no fear whatsoever, Aguya could no longer suppress his anger.

This is a test of justice, and he will not allow any criminal to be unafraid!
"Since you can ignore the pain, then I'll make sure you can never fight again..."

"I'll smash your temple with this punch!"

Swish!
Aguya's right fist slammed down, but Shiraki suddenly tilted his head, dodging the fatal blow. He then swung his right elbow horizontally, smashing it into Aguya's face.

boom!
Aguya was struck hard in the cheek, blood spurting from his mouth and nose. He staggered back several steps to the side before finally regaining his balance.

"……spit!"

He spat out half a broken tooth and glared angrily at Bai Mucheng.

Bai Mucheng stood up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled leisurely, and even lightly jumped a few times, his movements completely unaffected by the pain.

"Brother Aguya, don't joke around. My mind is perfectly fine, I can't ignore the pain."

"But pain is part of the battle, right?"

Bai Mucheng shook the blood off his arms and legs, patted his chest, wiped a bloody handprint on his shorts, and grinned faintly.

Although he looked terrible, upon closer inspection, Bai Mucheng was in excellent condition and was not affected in the slightest!
"Do you think you can win a fight with me with just these mosquito bite-like 'scratches'?"

"Brother Aguya, this isn't the crime scene where you're carrying out your vigilante justice, and I'm not a criminal..."

"..."

Hearing Shiraki's words, Aguya snorted coldly, "This is no longer a 'competition,' it's a just execution!"

"No, that's not what I meant."

Shiramu Cheng shook his head repeatedly and rearranged his stance. "I'm saying, do you really think that 'beating up a criminal' is harder than 'beating up a fighter'?"

Aguya was taken aback. "What?"

Bai Mucheng's body sank slightly, and the surrounding aura slowly gathered.

That's a "mixed martial arts stance" that incorporates military combat techniques, originating from a fighter named "Luke"!
Luke prefers to call himself "coach" rather than "master".

"..."

Bai Mucheng's stance became more stable, cheerful yet extremely imposing, his eyes fixed forward.

"Brother Aguya, you've got it wrong from the very beginning—"

"Think about it carefully, and you'll understand. A fighter who focuses solely on learning how to fight is definitely much stronger than someone who is just a criminal..."

　The pacing has been adjusted; it won't be a week-long marathon, so please read with confidence! I'll try my best to add more chapters! *kiss*
　　
　
(End of this chapter)