Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 161 [The Eccentric]

A brick that the man in the melon-shaped hat had picked up casually was held in his hand and slapped horizontally toward Bai Mucheng's face.

Swish!
Bai Mucheng, intoxicated, lightly bumped his right wrist upwards, striking the elbow of the man in the melon-shaped hat and dislocating his movement.

The brick slipped from his hand and fell, but was caught steadily by the white wooden support.

"Oh my, how thoughtful!"

Bai Mucheng weighed the brick in his hand and laughed, "You could have just thrown it at me, but you still gave me a heads-up. How kind of you."

"Ah!"

The man in the melon-shaped hat snorted coldly, then suddenly aimed at Bai Mucheng's head and swung a powerful punch.

Bai Mucheng turned slightly, raised the brick in his hand, and met the fist of the man in the melon-shaped hat.

boom!
With a single punch, the brick shattered into pieces, falling softly through Bai Mucheng's fingers.

"Wow!"

Bai Mucheng looked down and saw that the unfinished skewers were covered in brick dust. He couldn't help but feel regretful. "What a powerful punch! What was that all about?"

"..."

Such a composed attitude did not surprise the man in the melon-shaped hat; he had clearly anticipated it.

"Just as the intelligence indicated, he's a skilled fighter."

"That's fine too. If I could just get killed so easily, I'd be too embarrassed to take such a high reward..."

The man in the melon-shaped hat shook the dust off his hands and looked at the drunken Shiraki Sei and Koishi Mitsuyo.

He gestured towards the shop's exit, his expression icy, and said:
“What we’re going to do isn’t as simple as knocking you out with bricks. To prevent anyone from calling the Metropolitan Police Department to cause trouble, let’s go outside and have a chat.”

"Or perhaps you want to start fighting right here in the store?"

"..."

Bai Mucheng looked at Mushi, who waved his hands repeatedly and said drunkenly, "Don't fight in the store, I don't want to get blacklisted by another place."

……

……

Mitsuyo Koishi has a good alcohol tolerance, but he drank quite a lot tonight and is currently very drunk, making it difficult for him to even walk normally.

Bai Mucheng then put his arm around Mu Shi's shoulder and helped him stand up.

The two paid the bill, and then, swaying slightly, followed the man in the melon-shaped hat out of the store, where they found another person waiting by the door.

He was a tall, thin man wearing a strange mask and covered in bandages.

Mu Shi tried to open his blurry eyes and looked the other person up and down.

"Huh? The bandaged weirdo!"

No wonder the man in the melon-shaped hat said "we".

The two attackers were clearly prepared, sandwiching Shiraki Cheng and Mushi between them, with the man in the melon-shaped hat leading the way.

Shiraki Shōka and Muishi didn't seem to mind, continuing their conversation while enjoying the pleasant night breeze.

"Ah Cheng's martial arts school is really beautiful, more than twice the size of my dojo, I'm so envious!"

"Haha, that's a three-story venue plus an outdoor area!"

"By the way, where did these two come from?"

"I don't know, the melon-shaped hat and bandages make it look like they're doing body art."

"vomit!"

"You've had too much to drink! Sorry, it's not that your body art was disgusting, it was actually quite beautiful..."

The two drunkards were laughing and joking, a stark contrast to the two people in front and behind them, and they didn't seem to feel surrounded at all.

……

……

Before long, the four of them turned into a dimly lit alley.

"This place is good. Few people pass by, and I won't be interrupted by outsiders."

The man in the melon-shaped hat who was leading the way stopped and turned to look at Shiraki Sei and Mushi. His eyes grew increasingly gloomy, clearly indicating that he had been holding back all the way.

Those two drunks are incredibly annoying!

He opened his satchel, took out two brass knuckles, and put them on his hands.

His muscular physique, combined with the weapons in his hands, made him appear even more menacing.

“You were ‘present’ that night, so I don’t need to repeat the rules of the ‘Kengan Zetsu Mei Street Championship’, right?”

"—Street-based, unregulated combat."

The man in the melon-shaped hat cracked his knuckles and said coldly, "Thanks to those rules, even those of us who do the 'dirty work' can unleash our full potential."

"I'll be frank: someone has paid a hefty sum to eliminate you and force you to withdraw from this competition."

The man in the melon-shaped hat reached behind his back and pulled out a high-voltage stun gun.

Meanwhile, the bandaged monster on the other side pulled out two double-edged daggers, gripped them in reverse, and assumed a fighting stance.

The man in the melon-shaped hat twisted his neck, making a cracking sound.

“We are experts and will ‘do whatever it takes’ to complete the job, so we chose to carry out the attack while drunk and to use weapons. Don’t blame us for being despicable.”

"..."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng and Mushi exchanged a glance and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Ah Cheng, was he just being delusional?"

"Don't talk about him like that. Anyway, like I said, he's a kind and considerate guy!"

The two chatted for a while, and then the conversation drifted off to other topics.

"You haven't had enough to drink yet? Shall we move on to the next round?"

"Great, fantastic!" "..."

The man in the melon-shaped hat grew increasingly gloomy, his brows furrowed.

He had never seen a client like this before. Was he really drunk?
Seeing that the other party did not understand, Bai Mucheng first helped Mu Shi to stand firm, and then leisurely stepped forward, "Have you heard a story?"

The man in the melon-shaped hat: "...Huh?"

"The second year of Yuanhe... no, that's not right!"

Bai Mucheng rubbed his temples and recalled, "I forgot how many years ago it was, but it was when the Shenxin Hall had just been completed."

"At that time, [Martial God] Doppo Goji went to a bar and drank a lot of alcohol to celebrate the completion of his dojo, but was suddenly attacked by [the strongest creature on earth] Yujiro Hanma."

"The two scars on his face are from that time."

"However, Doppo never once said that Yujiro Hanma's actions were a despicable sneak attack. On the contrary, he felt that it was his own fault for not responding to Yujiro due to carelessness."

"That's what I thought—"

Bai Mucheng looked at the man in the melon-shaped hat and sighed leisurely:
"You call yourself an 'expert,' but you're being a bit too polite."

“The daily life of a martial artist is a competition in itself. Even if you lose, there is no excuse, so you don’t need to explain.”

"To be honest, even if you had just thrown a brick at me, I wouldn't think that was despicable."

"And in this situation, it's even more gentle and considerate."

"..."

The man in the melon-shaped hat grew increasingly angry as he listened, and pressed the switch on the stun gun, which made a "buzz" sound.

The bandaged monster is also ready for battle.

Seeing this, Shiramu Cheng slightly turned to the side and asked Mushi Mitsuyo behind him, "One for each of us, how about that?"

"There shouldn't be any problems..."

Mushi rubbed his face, swaying as he stood sideways, facing the bandaged monster. His eyelids seemed heavy and he was in poor condition.

2V2!

……

……

Mitsuyo Koishi, under the influence of alcohol, didn't care about what was happening behind him and focused intently on the bandaged man.

He was drunk and lost in his memories.

Come to think of it, I seem to have fought in a similar "street fight" before. It was probably right after the elimination tournament at the Six Senses Gym ended, and some dangerous guys were trying to invade the fighting world.

Ah, those are truly nostalgic memories...

Mu Shi's reminiscences of the past, coupled with his drunken state, revealed numerous flaws in his character.

The bandaged man seized the opportunity, strode forward, and slashed down with his dagger in reverse grip.

Swish!
A sharp, cold glint flashed.

Mitsuyo Shige turned around and passed the bandaged monster, successfully dodging the attack by "grazing" the tip of the dagger. He even took the opportunity to smooth the end of his ponytail to prevent it from being cut off.

"?!"

She dodged it? That was a fast reaction!
He doesn't look drunk at all!
The bandaged man was startled and immediately focused his attention on his opponent.

However, the next second, he suddenly realized that he couldn't exert any force on his right wrist.

Looking down, one could see that his entire right wrist had been twisted and broken, with the internal bones severely misaligned and even the skin wrinkled up!
"—!!"

Instantly, a sharp pain surged into his mind, causing the bandaged man's eyes to twitch and cold sweat to break out.

Seeing this, Mitsuyoshi Koishi was filled with remorse.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I was really too drunk."

He became happier and happier as he talked, and suddenly stuck out his tongue. His usual healthy and easygoing demeanor turned into a twisted and creepy smile. He even blushed and gasped for breath.

"If you had played normally, your wrist would have been bent even more crookedly..."

"Hey, give me a chance to make up for it! Let's fold it one more time!!"

"Is this okay? Thanks!"

Bang!

*Crack!*

Knock...

Chirp!
……

……

Mushi Mitsuyoshi, the man—

He was born in Tottori Prefecture as the youngest of five siblings.

At the age of two, just as his sense of self began to emerge, Muishi realized that he was an absolute alien compared to his siblings.

To Mushi, all the “living things” in this world are just collections of “bones”.

……

……

"Eee-ah-ah!"

The bandaged monster's wails echoed in the empty, dark alley.

When Mitsuyoshi finally stopped, satisfied, the bandaged monster was twisted and broken, with countless broken limbs and ribs, and trembled as he collapsed in a corner of the dark alley.

……

Mitsuyo Koishi, nicknamed "The Eccentric".

Hobby: Breaking bones.

(End of this chapter)