Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 162 Weight Simulation
Streets and alleys.

"Hmm, you shouldn't die, right? Relax, I'll call an ambulance for you in a bit."

"But since you attacked me, I won't be paying for your medical expenses. Thank you for your understanding."

Mitsuyoshi stretched vigorously, his face still flushed.

"Phew! That feels much better. I guess I need to do this every now and then. But I can't let Xiaoyu see this, or I'll lose my authority as Master."

"..."

Mu Shi was in a great mood. He turned around and looked behind him, intending to find Bai Mucheng to have a second round of drinks.

But unexpectedly, the battle on Shiramu Cheng's side was not over yet.

"what?"

Mu Shi sobered up considerably and was immediately puzzled.

"Is Ah Cheng's alcohol tolerance that bad? Why isn't the fight over yet?"

He craned his neck to look, carefully examining the face of the man in the melon-shaped hat by the light of the alleyway.

That person looked familiar; he seemed quite famous.

The assassin—Agnostic Front.

Real name: Aku Fujio.

They are the standard "underground professionals" who can handle all the dirty work behind the scenes.

As long as I'm paid, I'll accept and complete any kind of work.

Nicknames such as "vicious madman" and "cold-blooded violent device" are all used to describe Akyu Fujio.

So in conclusion...

Yeah, it's a piece of junk!
Mu Shi crossed his arms, leaned his shoulders against the wall, and silently made a judgment in his mind.

A low-level thug who only knows how to deal with gangsters, Ah Cheng should be able to take care of him easily, right?
But strangely, the "battle situation" did not unfold as Mushi had predicted, but instead took a very "special" turn.

"..."

Swish!
Akyu Fujio swung his stun baton, which Shiraki shoved aside. He then threw a straight punch, forcing Shiraki to jump back and dodge.

Mitsuyo Muishi saw it very clearly.

Shiramu Cheng walked at an extremely fast pace, his expression completely focused, clearly indicating that he was serious.

This isn't just a casual chat after dinner; we're fighting this battle seriously!

This level of competition has gone beyond the scope of a "regular match"...

Rather than saying that Shiraki was fighting Akyuu Fujio, it would be more accurate to say that he was fighting to the death against a "powerful enemy"!
"What happened to Ah Cheng...?"

“—Huh!?”

As Mitsuyo Muishi watched, he suddenly had a feeling that something was amiss, and immediately widened his eyes.

"..."

Hearing the noise behind him, Shiraki turned his head slightly, his forehead covered in sweat, and looked at Mushi Mitsuyo, panting heavily.

"Really? You can probably sense it too..."

Shiraki pointed at Akyu Fujio and laughed, "As you can see, I think he's very strong."

Mitsuyo Muishi pursed his lips, unable to shake off the question mark in his mind.

What Shiraki Shō said was most likely not that "Aku Fujio" was very strong, but rather that he "thought" that Aku Fujio was very strong!

This description is strange, but it is indeed the only possibility that Mushi could see!

Ode!
【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!
Shiraki stomped the ground and charged forward, quickly closing in on Akyu Fujio and throwing a straight punch.

Akyu Fujio was caught off guard and before he could figure out what was going on, he saw Shiraki Sho retract his fist, as if his attack had missed.

Didn't...didn't hit it...?
No, it was the "opponent" who dodged!
Mitsuyo Koishi's speculation left him with no room to doubt what was happening before him.

In A-Cheng's eyes, his opponent was not "ordinary Akyu Fujio", but a much stronger "super Akyu Fujio"!
"..."

Mitsuyo Koishi was a highly talented fighter with extensive combat experience.

He observed A-Cheng's gait, posture, torso movements, and so on...

By combining all these observations, it can be concluded that Shiraki is now facing a dangerous enemy who has the appearance of Akyuu Fujio but is much stronger!
Swish!
Akufujio punches horizontally.

Bai Mucheng dodged the punch, retreating to the side, sweating profusely with great satisfaction. "What if I were to take that punch head-on and get killed? What would I do then?"

"Then go die!"

Enraged, Akyu Fujio swung his stun gun and repeatedly struck Shiraki, but Shiraki dodged it each time.

"..."

Mushi stared blankly at the scene, then suddenly recalled a "game" he had played when he was a child.

When you're bored, you throw crumpled pieces of paper into a wastepaper basket while silently thinking things like, "If this doesn't go in, I'll die."

What Shiraki Cheng is imagining now is this kind of rigorous "real combat simulation"!
If the power of that punch could easily break a person's bones, what should be done?
What if the person who swung that stick was a weapon expert skilled in short sticks?

in case……

If the Akyu Fujio before me is a ruthless master of combat, how am I supposed to fight him?
"..." Mitsuyo Muishi was certain that, at this moment, for Shiraki Shō, the "Aku Fujio" had changed.

The way he wielded the stun gun was as swift as Kiyoaki Akoya's.

His powerful punch was only slightly less forceful than that of Kaoru Hanayama.
His physical coordination is comparable to Katsumi Yuji, and his physical abilities are almost equivalent to Momiji Hikaru.
Their strategies and tactics are as cunning as a ravenous cat!
Under these simulated conditions, the entire battle felt like a high-intensity "burden," and even Mitsuyo Koishi, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but feel a bit nervous.

How exactly should we fight this?
"brake!"

Akyu Fujio threw a series of punches and swung his baton, forcing Shiraki into a corner. After the baton missed its target, he landed a hook punch on Shiraki's forearm.

"Wow!"

Bai Mucheng's expression immediately turned to one of extreme pain. He was thrown to the side and fell to the ground as if he had been swung away.

"...?!"

Aku Fujio looked confused.

Bai Mucheng clutched his left forearm, trembling as he stood up. His expression looked quite terrible, but upon closer inspection, there was no blood at all, and he was actually perfectly fine.

"Oh my god, is this an assumption that the left arm is severed?!"

Mitsuyo Mushi craned his neck, intrigued, feeling like he was watching a friend play a game. "So, Cheng, what are you going to do? Use [Extreme Strike]?"

"At this level, it's not necessary."

Bai Mucheng's left arm hung down, his right hand clenched into a fist, and he exhaled a breath of hot air. "I have an idea, so... no problem."

Upon hearing this, Akyu Fujio revealed a sly smile and made another subtle movement with his hands.

The weapons he concealed on his waist included not only the stun baton he had initially revealed, but also a police stun gun!

As an expert, he would carefully investigate the target before each mission.

So, he knew.

[Fighting Spirit] Shiraki Cheng —

He is undoubtedly a strong fighter, but a closer analysis reveals that most of Shiraki's matches often feature a defensive counter-attacking rhythm.

Steadiness? Arrogance? Playing style? For the sake of improvement? Or personal quirk?

Whatever the reason, this is a golden opportunity for Akyu Fujio, after all, this is not a fighting arena.

The game is over once you find an opportunity to fire the stun gun while Shiraki is defending!

"bring it on!"

Akyu Fujio rushed forward, heading straight for Shiraki no Tsuyoshi.

Swish!
The stun gun was swung out.

Just as Akyuu Fujio had expected, Shiraki dodged, displaying a clear probing style.

This is the moment you have been waiting for!
Akyu Fujio's eyes darted around, searching for Shiraki Sho's location, ready to fire his stun gun at any moment.

But to his surprise, even after circling around, he still couldn't find Bai Mucheng, as if he had vanished into thin air.

"...!??"

Aku Fujio couldn't understand.

Where is it?!?

Where did it go?
The next second—

Swish!
A strange noise suddenly came from the upper side.

Akyu Fujio turned around and looked up, only to see Shiraki Jun stepping on the wall of the dark alley and leaping up in a few steps, lightly crouching on top of the wall.

"Hey!"

Bai Mucheng kicked out with a powerful kick, leaping forward.

It's on the wall?!

This was an attack angle that "did not exist" in the ring, so Akyu Fujio had no idea about it.

Even in Shiraki's imagination, the "Super Aku Fujio," who was amplified countless times, was still a beat slower than expected.

Swish!
Shiraki delivered a flying kick, striking Akyuu Fujio squarely in the face, sending him flying and crashing heavily into the wall on the other side.

Boom!

Akyu Fujio crashed into the wall, smashing several bricks with his head, and swayed as he slid down to the ground.

"Aha!"

Bai Mucheng jumped up and down, excitedly beckoning with his hand, "Hurry up, again, make it even better!"

"..."

No one responded.

Akyu Fujio's eyes rolled back, his face was already covered in blood, and he was unconscious.

"Too weak, still not good enough..."

Shiraki Cheng reluctantly stopped jumping around, and Asashi Mitsuyoshi shrugged, "Anyway, I tried to blend into the street environment, and it felt pretty good!"

(End of this chapter)