Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 163 Uninvited Guest

There are no brick walls or high walls in the underground arena.

In the more casual Kengan matches, very few fighters will actively utilize the terrain; at most, they will try to corner their opponents.

But street fighting is different!
This does not mean that street fighting must rely on external forces; for Shiraki Cheng, that would be putting the cart before the horse.

The real key lies in broadening one's mindset, no longer confining oneself to the arena, but integrating into the ever-changing daily life.

{…}
The ink washes surge, yet it presents a different style altogether.

It's not as rustic and profound as Long's, nor as passionate and unrestrained as Zangief's; it's more like Jamie's agility, and as free-spirited as a strong wind.

{Are they imitating my moves? Haha, that's beautiful!}
{Great! Keep up the good work!}
{But then again, my moves... aren't just fighting techniques; they also include elements of 'parkour'.}
The phantom darted about like the wind.

The city where I grew up was an ordinary place, with square houses built of clay bricks and a maze of alleyways.
If you're always climbing walls and scaling eaves in those kinds of places, you'll naturally master some techniques.
{Sounds a bit ridiculous, doesn't it?}
But ultimately, martial arts are something that people created to better fight against 'something,' so there's no need to be so rigid about them.
Be even more efficient! Be even happier!
{…}
Bai Mucheng tiptoed lightly, savoring the flying kick he had just performed, still feeling somewhat unsatisfied.

……

……

"You're really training hard, Cheng."

Having watched the show to his heart's content, Mitsuyo Muishi swayed forward.

His opponent was already unconscious, so if he wanted to know anything, he would have to ask Akyu Fujio.

"Hey~!"

Muishi grabbed Akyu Fujio by the collar, pulled him up from the ground, and slammed him against the wall behind him, while extending his other hand.

Click!

With a sharp crack, Akyu Fujio's index finger was broken, and the excruciating pain instantly jolted him awake from his unconsciousness.

"Whoa!"

Akyu Fujio gasped in pain, and before he could say anything, Muishi pulled him aside and showed him the bandaged monster's miserable state.

His hands and feet were all broken and twisted, his ribs were obviously deformed, and even his jaw was not spared!

"babble--!"

Seeing his companion in such a state, Akyu Fujio broke out in a cold sweat, terrified.

"Alright, that's enough threatening."

Muishi tossed Akyufuji to the ground and casually asked, "You weren't there when the rules were announced that night, so tell me, who sent you?"

"..."

Akyu Fujio covered his broken finger, his face covered in cold sweat.

"It's Katsumasa Hayami, the chairman of Toyo Electric Power!"

His life was at stake, so he dared not hide anything and immediately told the whole story: "He is the man in the Kengan Association who is closest to becoming the next chairman."

"He sent us to test you contestants. We'll be rewarded for intelligence, and even more for defeating you..."

As he spoke, Akyu Fujio secretly observed the expressions of Muishi and Shiraki, wondering how much information he needed to reveal to be spared.

But to his surprise, both Mitsuyoshi Muishi and Shiraki Sei looked rather uninterested.

It's as if they're asking, "Is that all?"

Was the information I provided insufficient?

Do not!
After hearing the first sentence, these two people didn't care about the rest at all!

This shouldn't be the case. The chairman of Toyo Electric Power, Katsumasa Hayami, is a very important figure.

If they want to win the Kengan Street Fighting Tournament, there is a very high probability that they will face him. Aren't these two curious about who Toyo Electric Power's main fighter is?
"..."

As he watched, Akyu Fujio suddenly shivered, feeling a sense of dread.

As an "underground professional" who does dirty work, he simply couldn't imagine that there were people like Mitsuyoshi Muishi and Shiraki Sei.

They don't care about any high-ranking officials or the gains and losses in top-level power struggles.

The only things that can truly pique their interest are breaking bones or fighting!
"..."

Thus, Akyu Fujio knew that he would not escape his fate tonight.

Click!

As a small punishment, Muishi happily broke Aku Fujio's arm and dislocated his elbow joint in the process.

……

……

Satisfied, Mu Shi got up to find Bai Mucheng.

"Haha, I knew there could be some fun moments once the competition starts, this is really great!"

He noticed that Bai Mucheng was on the phone. "Cheng, who are you trying to contact?"

“Yihua—that friend of hope. She works at the Metropolitan Police Department. After all, someone needed to be sent to the hospital, so I contacted her to handle the aftermath.”

Bai Mucheng dialed the phone, muttering, "Even though it's so late, it shouldn't be considered a disturbance, right? Probably..."

Beep—beep…

"Hello? This is the miserable cop who's working himself to death from overwork. Who is this?"

The phone was answered after only two rings.

Iori Kazuka—this rogue cop who had recently gained the favor of the Superintendent General of Police—could not hide the weariness in his voice, and seemed to be in a state of utter distress.

"Oh, it's Brother Shiraki. I remember to send a gift after I died from overwork. By the way, what can I do for you?"

"..."

Shiraki gave a brief account of the cause and effect.

Iori Kazuka yawned. "No problem, I'll get someone to clean up the floor. Anyway, there's been a lot of trouble lately, so having a couple more thugs won't hurt."

"trouble?"

Still in high spirits, Mushi Guangshi suddenly became interested, "Hey! Ahua, what trouble have you been up to lately?"

"Oh, it's Senior Mushi. Are you drinking with Brother Shiraki?"

Iori Kazuka, who was looking for someone to complain to, simply opened a video call and, with the two bosses sporting dark circles under their eyes, began to explain to the two on the other end.

"You know this person, right?"

Yi Hua held up a wanted poster of a bald man with a sinister grin. He looked to be around fifty years old and had an inexplicable air of strangeness and ferocity about him. Shiraki Cheng and Mushi recognized him, of course.

He was one of the five death row inmates who appeared at the underground arena that night, having come to Tokyo due to their shared historical context—

Sbek!
"This death row inmate named Spek was recently arrested by the Metropolitan Police Department for assaulting a police officer."

"However, the so-called 'arrest' was actually because he was too lazy to find a place to stay, so he simply lived in the detention room and made it his home."

"He's also missing tonight, which is a blatant slap in the face to the Metropolitan Police Department, but the department can't do anything about it."

"That guy is a monster..."

Yi Hua pulled out two photos and showed them to Mu Shi and Bai Mu Cheng.

The first picture shows a broken, thickened cement wall with messy, jagged edges, as if it had been shattered by a violent blunt object.
The second picture shows a wrecked police car, with not a single part intact. The metal sheets and engine were all smashed to pieces!

Although they are "inanimate objects," both the cement wall and the police car exude a "bloody" feeling, which is chilling!

"In both cases, the instigator was Spek—he used 'hands-on beatings'."

Yi Hua sighed.

"When the 'Kengan Zemei Street Championship' was announced, Tenma Nozomi was also there, so I heard her mention it."

"Things are fine with the Kengan Association, the problem lies with those restless death row inmates."

"They're all a bunch of madmen, even insane, who've never been defeated. Who knows what they'd do to seek defeat?"

"You two don't seem to mind, but remember to tell your family to be careful!"

"..."

Shiraki Sei and Muishi nodded in agreement and, as instructed by Ichika, left the area before the Metropolitan Police Department arrived.

The phone hangs up.

Shiraki stroked his chin, taking a walk and thinking.

As Iori Kazuka said, although the Kengan Association’s fighting would not involve family members, those five death row inmates, upon closer examination, were extremely dangerous and unstable factors.

According to Shiraki Cheng's memories, this was especially true of Spek!

Uncontrollable violence, pure power, and a mad thirst for defeat—all of these factors cause Spek to become increasingly dangerous!
"..."

"Yusa is staying at the Wu clan's place tonight. Usually, Maruk and Garuda are with her too. Garuda seems to also have her great-grandfather with her. Anyway, there shouldn't be any problems."

Bai Mucheng looked at Mushi beside him, "What about you? Is there any problem with your family's dojo?"

Mu Shi waved his hands repeatedly, "It's okay. I usually live there alone. Xiao Yuzhou sometimes stays overnight. No outsiders will get involved."

"Ha ha……"

Bai Mucheng chuckled and teased, "Aren't you worried about your disciple?"

“I’ve already said it, Imai chose this path himself, I’m not his guardian.”

Koishi grinned confidently, "Besides, although I'm a 'super genius,' Imai is also a 'genius' second only to me, so don't underestimate him!"

……

……

Around the same time, on the other side.

Mushi Dojo.

Late at night, the lights were still on in the dojo, where two people were practicing together.

Kouichi Imai, a disciple of Mitsuyoshi, is also known as "Maruk," a member of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts School.

The two had made an agreement long ago that, in order to test their progress, they would occasionally train together and have a few friendly matches.

This is the last game tonight.

Swish-!
boom!
Maruk takes a step and throws a punch.

Xiao Yuzhou dodged to the side and then slipped behind Maruk, spreading his arms to execute a rear naked choke, but Maruk anticipated his move.

Swish!
Maruk turned his head, stared intently at Xiaoyu, and tilted his head back to deliver a headbutt.

boom!
Xiaoyuzhou was hit squarely, but he also tilted his head back and kicked Maruk in the chest.

The two of them took several steps back before regaining their balance.

"Huh...huh..."

Xiao Yuzhou took a few breaths, his eyes shining, "You've made such great progress, Maruk!"

Maruk's eyes regained their childlike innocence, and he scratched his head sheepishly, "Thank you for sparring with Maruk!"

"Oh, not at all, I'm the one who should thank you."

Xiaoyuzhou took a towel and tossed one to Maruk.

Maruk wiped the sweat from his body, put his clothes back on, and got up to say goodbye, planning to go back to the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall to take a shower.

"..."

After Maruk left, only Imai Kosou remained in the dojo.

With nothing to do, he planned to tidy up the training equipment, take a shower, and then lay down on a makeshift bed on the floor to sleep and rest.

But at this moment——

Ding Dong!

The doorbell of the dojo was rung.

"Hmm? Did Maruk leave something behind?"

Xiaoyuzhou went to the entrance and opened the dojo door, but the person who came was not Maruk.

He was a tall, burly bald man wearing a worn-out black tracksuit and sporting a strange smile.

...It's so tall!
He is at least 220... no, around 230cm tall, with an exaggerated physique. Even his sportswear can't hide his bulging, exaggerated muscles!
"Um, sorry to bother you~"

The man squeezed into the dojo building, his smile somewhat eerie, carrying a tattered woven bag as he looked around.

“I thought people would be home at night, so I came here now.”

"Hmm... Are you the only one in this dojo?"

"..."

Death row inmate, Spek, has arrived!
(End of this chapter)