Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 168 Bloody Road

Dusk had passed, and the moon was obscured by clouds.

It has turned completely dark.

A faint smell of blood lingered on the path leading to the "amusement park area," growing stronger the further you went.

"is blood."

Wu Fengshui glanced at the roadside bushes and noticed a few bright red spots.

"It's the blood of different people. Someone arrived before us and has already fought with Spek. The scene was quite brutal."

"..."

Bai Mucheng nodded and continued walking forward with Wu Fengshui.

Suddenly, the two noticed a fully armed police officer lying on his back in the bushes by the roadside.

His helmet shattered, his entire face was dented, blood gushed from his mouth and nose, and his deformed eyeballs rolled back, clearly indicating that he was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

"—?!"

Although Shiramu Cheng had expected it, he was still taken aback.

He took out his phone, intending to send a message to the Metropolitan Police Department to notify them to find an opportunity to rescue the person as soon as possible.

But at that moment, the Metropolitan Police Department contacted them first.

It was Iori Kazuka calling.

"Hey! Mr. Shiraki, it's so good that you answered the phone..."

"In short, the situation has changed!"

Yi Hua's voice was somewhat impatient, but more so filled with astonishment and worry for her friend.

"I told you before that the Metropolitan Police Department would send people over first to try and arrest Spek, right?"

"They arrived before you. I thought that even if we couldn't win, we could at least wear down Spek, but that's not how it turned out at all!"

"In short, the result is terrible. Don't act rashly. The Metropolitan Police Department is trying to figure out a solution!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng waited a while before finally having a chance to speak, "Some of you have been seriously injured, and more than one of you. The situation is very dangerous. Please send them to the hospital as soon as possible."

Yi Hua could tell, of course, that Bai Mucheng had no intention of avoiding the battle.

But as a friend, she wouldn't just stand by and watch Bai Mucheng go to his death.

"You're already near the battlefield?"

Yi Hua quickly said, "In that case, you should be able to see that those police officers are fully armed."

"..."

As Yi Hua spoke, Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui lifted the dying police officer and laid him on his side to ensure he could unconsciously breathe.

The two continued walking along the path and saw more blood and more police officers lying on the ground.

There were about seven or eight people, and the casualties were heavy; it was a truly horrific sight.

Yi Hua introduced in a deep voice:
"The unit deployed this time is the Metropolitan Police Department's 'Anti-Terrorism Mobile Unit Special Operations Team,' and every single member is fully equipped with official gear!"

"The participants were all elites carefully selected from various places, with a height of over 178cm and a weight of over 80kg."

"During the 400-day special training period, if a person's weight drops by 80kg, they will be forcibly sent back to their original unit."

"It is said that Senior Aguya Kiyoaki was also one of the special training instructors!"

"Their equipment is even more sophisticated—"

"A helmet made of special FRP material achieves five times the strength of a regular helmet with only one-third the weight."

"The mask, made of reinforced acrylic fiber, has passed handgun shooting tests and can effectively defend against frontal attacks and projectiles."

"Neck braces can prevent head concussion and brain damage in the event of a blow."

"In addition, wrist guards, leg guards, and so on have all passed durability tests, and the same material has been used to protect all vital parts of the body."

"The weapons they use are the latest type of strike projectile launchers, all equipped with six spherical steel projectiles weighing 800g each, with an initial velocity of 47 meters per second."

"Its power is like a small cannonball, enough to directly blow a person's brain apart!"

Yi Hua's voice grew increasingly low.

"Even with a full complement of seventeen men, they were still no match for Sibek."

"Those tough armor pieces are like paper in front of Spek. The special operations team has been almost completely wiped out!"

"..."

Shiraki listened patiently to Iori Ichika's words.

He knew that the reason Yi Hua had said so much was because he was worried that he might recklessly face Sibek as a "fighter" without considering the consequences.

As it turned out, Yihua's concerns were correct.

Even the Metropolitan Police Department's elite "Special Operations Team" had been defeated by Spek and lay dead on both sides of the road.

Even though the blood they shed almost soaked the entire lawn;

Even though chilling killing intent and bloodlust emanated from the nearby amusement park, Bai Mucheng continued walking forward, his steps becoming lighter and lighter, a glint in his eyes that left a trail in the night.

"I understand, thank you."

Bai Mucheng thanked Yi Hua, ignored the other party's repeated warnings, then hung up the phone and tossed it to Wu Fengshui for safekeeping.

"..."

Swish!
Wu Fengshui hooked the tip of his shoe and picked up a broken "strike projectile launcher" for a closer look.

The gun looked as if it had been punched and bent, the degree of twisting was even somewhat eerie.

"He fought it bare-handed? That's incredible..."

Wu Fengshui thought for a moment and then suddenly suggested, "Should I use the props in my backpack? For me, those things are also practical in combat."

"Yes, thank you, but I'd like to try it myself before that."

Bai Mucheng's tone was calm, but his breathing was noticeably more rhythmic.

Wu Fengshui was holding Bai Mucheng's hand.
She could clearly feel that Bai Mucheng's muscles were getting warm, as if he had warmed up enough and was ready for battle.

"Then I'll go stay somewhere farther away."

Wu Fengshui greeted them and prepared to step into the grove.

Just then, suddenly—

"Wow!"

A cry of surprise came.

Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui were puzzled and turned to look in the direction of the sound.

On the lawn not far away, there was a middle-aged man with a full head of long silver hair. He looked to be in his fifties, very strong, with a sloppy face and a stubble beard.

Wearing a shirt and a casual suit, he looked simple and unassuming.

He was holding a bottle of liquor, looking quite drunk, and staring in horror at the heavily injured and dead police officers, as if he had been startled.

"Hey, I said..."

He quickly called out to Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui.

"Gentlemen, it looks like someone's going to die here! Come quick, get them to the hospital!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui sized up the drunken man, then exchanged a glance, their expressions somewhat strange.

"It's alright, the Metropolitan Police Department will send backup soon."

Bai Mucheng scratched his head and explained, then continued walking forward, leaving behind a cryptic remark at the end.

"Who are you trying to fool, you old fox..."

"..."

The drunken man blinked, seemingly still dazed, but then heard Wu Fengshui's teasing, "If you don't want Bai Mu to go there, your acting is just too bad, uncle."

"……Yeah?"

The drunk man paused, looking helpless, and bent down to give the dying police officer first aid.

After he finished treating an officer's open fracture and looked up, neither Bai Mucheng nor Wu Fengshui had disappeared.

"Really..."

The drunk man lit a cigarette and continued to provide first aid to the other seriously injured police officers.

Although these were all traditional methods, including tearing off clothes to make bandages, the techniques were quite professional and the treatment was very proper.

"Hmm, they really couldn't stop them, neither the Metropolitan Police Department nor that young man..."

"But judging from that guy's appearance, he must be a fighter too, right?"

The drunk man straightened up, looked in the direction Bai Mucheng had left, and scratched his head.

"No martial artist would fight a fight they can't win."

"Even so, let's go take a look. After all, it's a street 'battle.' Although it's not as despicable as Liu Longguang's, we can't let thugs like Sibek run rampant..."

The drunk man, carrying a bottle of liquor, strode slowly.

"These young people nowadays, daring to fight death row inmates, it's really worrying."

"..."

……

Shiraki walked through the path and arrived at the amusement park area.

Sbek—right here!
He was still wearing that worn-out black tracksuit, covered in other people's blood, sitting on a park bench, leisurely smoking a cigarette.

Upon seeing Bai Mucheng arrive, Sibek beamed with joy, his facial muscles almost contorted.

"Heh, can you let me taste defeat?"

(End of this chapter)