Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 164 Ahhhhhh!
"—?!"

Imai Kosuke, who is 171cm tall, looked up at Sibek, who is 230cm tall.

This person's visit is ill-intentioned!
He was wearing tattered sportswear and carrying a dirty woven bag.

Judging from their faces, they were quite old, probably in their fifties.

High brow bones, deep-set eyes, broad nose, and tightly pressed lips.

Despite having a smiling expression, with clearly visible crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, there was not a trace of kindness in him; his facial muscles were bulging in a blocky manner, making him look unusually ferocious and terrifying.

"..."

Imai Kosou was, after all, a fighter from the Kengan Association, so he already knew about what happened in the underground arena that night.

The bald man's name is "Spek," and he is one of the five death row inmates seeking defeat!

"Hmm, the environment is very dry!"

Spek gently placed the woven bag at his feet and looked around with his eyes.

"I'm here to find the strongest person in this dojo."

"Moreover, I had met him before. Although we only made eye contact from a distance, I could remember him after just one glance."

Spek, with his hands on his hips, chuckled softly:
“I’ve never had a proper education, but I’m particularly good at this kind of thing.”

"Although that long-haired man looks very glamorous, his true nature is actually very similar to 'our side'; they are all just as crazy."

"His name is... Mitsuyo Koishi, right?"

"I didn't expect to meet so many experts, so before I go to find Baki Hanma, I'd like to have some appetizers first."

Spek grabbed the woven bag and said with a grin, "I even brought presents for this battle, just like Santa Claus!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuzhou's eyes twitched slightly.

Although it was just a very ordinary challenge, when it came from Spek's mouth, it always had an unusual ferocity and bloodshed.

Xiao Yuzhou has no doubt that if an ordinary person had never been in contact with the "underground," it wouldn't be surprising if they were scared out of their wits right now!
"So……"

Speck looked at the cosmos with a broad smile, "Where's Mushiko?"

Xiao Yuzhou paused for a moment, then said, "Master has gone out on business and won't be here tonight."

"Really? What a pity."

Upon hearing this, Spek didn't hesitate and turned to leave, but suddenly stopped at the door.

Because a fighting spirit was emanating from behind!

He glanced at the small universe behind him, a fierce glint in his eyes, and said with a sly smile, "Hmm? You want to fight me..."

"But you should know that I am much stronger than you, and you can't make me taste defeat."

"..."

Xiao Yuzhou leaned slightly forward, opened his arms, and assumed a fighting stance.

“I can’t just stand by and watch someone come and challenge my dojo! Besides, I’m a participant in that tournament…”

Even when facing a giant man who is 230cm tall, he remains fearless.

In fact, despite being a fighter with a relatively small physique, Imai Kosou paid particular attention to thinking about "how to fight against burly men" and underwent countless special training sessions based on this.

He has prepared countless strategies to counter heavyweight opponents!
Therefore, a battle is possible!

Calm your mind and focus your attention.

Upon seeing this, Spek grinned broadly, his facial muscles becoming even more imposing.

"Whee!"

He nodded repeatedly, returned to the dojo, and raised the woven bag in his hand.

"You're really energetic, but I don't want to fight you, so I'll just give you this gift for now."

Spek turned the woven bag upside down and shook it.

Wow…

A large pile of things was dumped out and landed on the floor of the dojo, making a slightly heavy thud.

The microcosm fixed its gaze.

...It's a hand.

There were four or five severed hands, with blood still remaining on the rough cuts, lying haphazardly on the ground!
"——!!!"

Xiao Yuzhou's eyes widened instantly, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and his body involuntarily took a half step back.

Speck slapped his thigh and laughed loudly, "Hahahaha! This is my spoils from tonight's challenge! There are plenty of martial arts gyms around here, and plenty of people willing to fight!"

"..."

Xiao Yuzhou stood there, stunned.

The scene before him was so sudden that he couldn't react; his mind was a jumbled mess, and he didn't even have time to feel fear.

But looking at that bloody severed hand, only one thing was certain—

This is not a matter of "victory or defeat," but a matter of "life or death"!
Imai Kosei's Kengan debut was at the youngest age in history, 14 years old, in other words, he was undoubtedly a genius.

But when he first faced "real combat"—a battle where defeat meant losing a hand or even death—his inner "awareness" was far from sufficient.

Whose hands are those?
What happened to them?
Is it someone I know...?

A lack of awareness causes the microcosm's movements to stagnate.

In a moment of hesitation and surprise, Spek suddenly leaned back and kicked out, striking Xiao Yuzhou in the abdomen with a dull thud.

Wow!
Xiao Yuzhou flew backward, smashing the wooden shelf behind him, and was thrown forward, landing on the messy ground.

"Hey, what are you spacing out for?!"

Swish!
Spek leaped out, grabbed Xiaoyuzhou's head, and rubbed it face down repeatedly in the wood chips on the ground.

"What? You want to fight me? What does that have to do with whether I want to fight or not!?"

"Come on, enjoy the battle you want, and be so grateful you'll cry tears of joy!"

Swish! Swish! Swish...

Speck rubbed against the surface again and again, as if using Xiaoyuzhou's face as a brush to scrub bloody streaks across the messy floor.

This scene was extremely bloody and brutal, and even though no one was watching, Spek was having a great time.

"Hahahahaha!"

When the ground was covered in blood, Spek finally stopped and stood up with a sense of relief.

"Anyway, I've said my greetings. I hope your master won't bore me."

With a smile, Speck strode toward the dojo entrance, intending to go back to the Metropolitan Police Department to take a nap and visit another day.

But when he stood in the porch—facing the wooden dojo gate—his expression suddenly froze, as if he had suddenly realized something.

"Hee hee hee!"

The laughter had barely left their lips when a loud "whoosh" was heard.

boom!
Two large feet flew in from outside the door, smashing the wooden door and slamming it into Spek's face, sending him flying back into the dojo.

Wow…

Spek's massive body flew backward, crashing into a 150kg sandbag, and he and his frame fell to the ground, lying supine on the dojo floor.

"Bad guy!"

Maruk returned, his roar echoing throughout the Twilight Stone Dojo.

He had indeed left 50 yen there, an amount that could be used for anything, so he turned back to look for it and stumbled upon the bad guy who had just bullied his friend.

Both of his older brothers, Shiraki and Baku, had taught Maruk—

Kick first, before you get killed!
"..."

Spek lay on his back on the ground, motionless.

Maruk quickly ran to Xiaoyuzhou's side and gently helped him up. He saw that half of Xiaoyuzhou's face was covered in blood and gore from the sawdust.
"Hey……"

Maruk broke out in a cold sweat and was momentarily at a loss for what to do.

Xiao Yuzhou paused, slowly opening his blood-soaked eyes. Blood and tears streamed down his face. He tried to say something, but a sharp pain shot through his abdomen, and he couldn't stop retching. ...Thud!

He grabbed Maruk's arm and forcefully pulled it outward, signaling Maruk to turn around quickly.

Maruk then noticed that Spek had stood up at some point, casually wiped the dust off his face, and was still smiling, completely unharmed.

"Haha, that was a really powerful flying kick."

Spek sized up Maruk. "Hmm? I think I saw you that night too. You've killed a lot of people, haven't you? You smell so good with blood."

"..."

Maruk gently placed his cosmos on the ground, stood up, moved to the side, and set up his striking stance.

"Maruk has killed people, but he won't kill again..."

"but!"

Maruk abruptly changed the subject, clenching his fists and staring intently at Spek. "Maruk will fight you with murder in mind! You must kneel down and apologize to Cosmos!"

"..."

"……Yeah?"

Spek grinned, then suddenly remembered something, "Ah, right, speaking of which—"

Boom!
Spek kicked out with his heel, striking Maruk in the face.

Maruk was still listening to Spek when he was kicked backward, causing him to bleed profusely from his nose.

Although he managed to stand, his body was still trembling uncontrollably.

"As expected, it's not very interesting!"

Spek laughed uncontrollably, then suddenly thrust out his palm, pressed it against Maruk's face, and flipped him to the ground. He then twisted his waist and swung the soccer ball to the side.

boom!
Maruk was kicked in the side, sending him flying as his body slid down the floor and rolled to Xiaoyuzhou's side.

He curled up in pain, coughing up blood uncontrollably from his mouth and nose.

"What's wrong? Didn't you come to fight me with the intention of killing me?"

"In the end, it's just the wild talk of a child..."

"If you still wanted to kill someone, maybe we could have had some fun? But now it's not interesting at all."

"Hee hee hee!"

Spek stomped on the floor, smashed it, bent down, grabbed the shards, and hurled them with all his might toward Maruk and Cosmos.

Clap!

A piece of floorboards struck Maruk, piercing his skin slightly, making the scene even more gruesome.

"Aha!"

Suddenly, Spek dodged, not towards the two who had fallen, but to the spot where he had just fallen, and grabbed the hanging frame of the sandbag.

He dragged a 150kg sandbag on a frame, aimed at Maruk and Xiaoyuzhou, and hurled the sandbag and frame at them with a thud.

Boom!

The sandbag slammed into Maruk, producing a chilling thud.

Spek then searched everywhere, smashing everything he could find in the dojo—shelves, dumbbells, iron frames, even tables and chairs—at Maruk and Kosei.

boom!
Wow!

Clap!

Crackling sound...

Fierce! Violent! Brutal! Even terrifying!
Only after the surroundings were completely cleared out, leaving only a high, dilapidated ruin where Maruk and Cosmo were buried alive, did Spek finally give up.

"……Well!"

Spek raised his eyebrows, admiring his work, and then stepped forward.

Swish!
He took off his pants and urinated with a sense of relief.

Wow…

The amount of urine produced is far greater than that of an average person, enough to fill a urinal.

His metabolic function is obviously extremely strong, supporting his terrifying body that can maintain five minutes of breathing without moving.

"call--!"

Spek urinated for a while, then shook himself.

Then, he took out the tattered woven bag from before, reached inside and rummaged around, pulling out a bag of steaming hot buns.

"--laugh!"

After setting the steamed buns aside, Spek suddenly aimed at the debris and rubble and kicked it dozens of times in succession.

Bang! Bang bang bang bang...

Only when a large dent appeared in the debris and ruins, revealing a patch of clearly visible footprints, did Spek finally feel satisfied. He ate his steamed buns as he slowly walked away.

……

……

About five minutes passed after Spek left.

A large mound suddenly rose up from the debris and ruins.

Wow!

Maruk broke through the debris, forcefully opening his arms to reveal his exhausted face covered in blood.

"Huh...huh..."

He was panting heavily, his body covered in injuries from the impact, with even a large chunk of skin torn off his back, causing a burning pain.

Faced with a death row inmate who defied all reason, if Maruk hadn't been a superhuman modified soldier himself, he would probably have been trampled to death under the rubble by now.

Beneath him, the heavily injured Xiaoyuzhou was tightly protected and, apart from the previous combo attacks, did not suffer much further damage.

"Maruk thought that if he couldn't win, he should at least protect his friends."

"I think I did it..."

Maruk staggered out of the rubble, hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't resist and suddenly kicked the floorboards.

Click!

Maruk clenched his fists, his bloodshot eyes wide, and he rasped, "But Maruk doesn't want to lose either!!!"

Pfft!
Maruk collapsed to the ground, seemingly lost in thought.

……

……

Early that morning, Shiraki Shō and Mitsusei Kō received an emergency call from the hospital.

The two sobered up instantly and rushed over in a hurry.

click!
Upon opening the ward door, one could see Xiaoyuzhou and Maruk lying on separate hospital beds, both of them covered in bandages.

Seeing his disciple's miserable state, Mushi cried out while leaning on the bed, "My cosmos!!"

"...Master."

Xiao Yuzhou's face was half-covered in bandages. He struggled to open his other eye and mumbled, "I almost died. I just managed to fall asleep. Don't yell, okay? Remember to thank Maruk..."

As he was talking, Xiaoyuzhou fainted again.

Mushi: "..."

Mushi: "..."

wink.

Mushi: "Oh, sorry."

"..."

(End of this chapter)