Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 170 Practical Expert
Spek wiped his face with his hand and then wiped the bloodstains off his clothes, his eyes curving into two crescent moons.

"Hehe, so you're still angry after all..."

He kicked off his slippers, standing barefoot on the ground with a strange, twisted smile.

"That being said, kid, I don't ask people's names when I'm beating them up, so I don't know who your friend is."

"Are they alive or dead? What a pity..."

"..."

Spek's provocation reached Bai Mucheng's ears.

The mind's consciousness is running wild at high speed.

The ink rippled beside Bai Mucheng, outlining a nimble figure who was staring intently at Sibek in front of him.

Unlike Ron's composure, or Gure's maturity, or Zangief's passion...

This new mentor was noticeably more "lively," like a cheerful friend, and made no attempt to hide his dislike for Spek.

Although a strong wind doesn't hate anyone, just as it leaves no trace after it passes.
But sure enough, this kind of person is just so annoying...
The illusory figure had one hand on his hip, and his steps were naturally bouncy.

I once lost a friend; he was murdered.
The killer was also a fighter, skilled in using poison, and adept at striking from behind; his methods were extremely insidious.
That person not only disregarded human life, but also scorned human kindness, compassion, and even the soul.
{Unforgivable.}
My mind went blank; all I knew was to keep throwing punches.
The illusory figure patted Bai Mucheng on the shoulder.

{So you're really amazing, apprentice!}
Even when filled with anger, I didn't lose myself...
A master is not just an instructor; he often learns a lot from his apprentices as well.

As Bai Mucheng heard the illusory figure's praise, his body unconsciously relaxed. He spread his hands slightly and lightly touched the ground with his feet.

"..."

Seeing this, Spek blinked, finding it quite novel.

"Interesting, trying a different stance?"

"Although it could be a fatal mistake, it doesn't feel like last-minute cramming; you seem to have mastered quite a bit..."

Boom!
As Spek was speaking, he suddenly stomped his big foot on the ground, and his 230cm-tall body shot out with a terrifying momentum, lunging towards Bai Mucheng.

That's just his style!

Like a wild beast ready to pounce at any moment, or like highly unstable nitroglycerin, it possesses a fierce destructive urge!

Click!

As Spek bent down, he hooked his large hand downwards, like an excavator, and grabbed a handful of stones from the ground, holding them tightly in his hand.

"Hey!"

Spek stomped his foot on the ground and, gripping the pebble in his fist, struggled to get hooked.

Swish!
The fist missed its target, and Bai Mucheng tilted his head back to dodge, but the tip of the fist grazed his skin and still tore a small gash in Bai Mucheng's jaw.

"laugh--!"

Speck grinned, about to throw the pebble in his hand at Bai Mucheng.

The next second—

"Stop!"

Bai Mucheng stomped forward half a step with his left foot and thrust his left elbow into Spek's chest.

[A counterattack with a fighting spirit, piercing the chest with an elbow strike!]
The swift elbow strike, a switch from defense to offense, landed on Spek's chest, forcing his feet to slide across the ground and leaving two prominent tire tracks.

"Cough cough..."

Spek felt a sharp pain in his chest and couldn't help but cough, but his movements didn't stop for a moment. He continued to smash the white wooden support with stones.

"—?!"

Bai Mucheng threw a punch to meet the attack, colliding with Sibek's half-clenched hand.

boom!
The hard stones exploded like fireworks, scattering all around.

"what?"

Spek froze, seemingly not understanding why his attacks were still ineffective and why his body showed obvious weaknesses.

But Bai Mucheng didn't move an inch, having already seen through Sibek's feint, and had no intention of pursuing him at all.

"……what?"

Spek was stunned for the second time.

This time, Bai Mucheng saw through the opponent's feint and attacked fiercely, striking Sibek with a series of punches and kicks.

Bang—bang bang bang!

As blows rained down, Spek simply raised his arms to defend himself, his smile growing ever wider, creating an unsettling atmosphere.

One side is there to taste the bitterness of defeat;
On the other hand, it stems from their own anger and their desire to find the answer to "what is power";

The battle has reached a stalemate!

……

……

A little further away, on a small hillside.

Wu Fengshui placed his backpack beside him, sat cross-legged on the ground, and gazed at the amusement park area in the distance.

"What a sturdy thing, Shiraki can't find a way to break through it..."

The girl's liberated state was activated, and the blood vessels around her eyes bulged, allowing her to observe every detail of the two sides in the battle.

"His muscles are highly developed, but not the result of scientific training like Kou Momiji's, nor is he Wakatsuki Samurai's superhuman physique..."

"Is it the inhuman metabolism and the ferocious nature of the individual that caused the body to become twisted and mutated?"

"..."

suddenly--

Wu Fengshui sensed that someone was approaching from behind.

She was about to turn around and draw her gun when she realized that the person who came was the same burly "silver-haired uncle" from before.

"It is you."

Wu Fengshui blinked his black-and-white eyes, somewhat puzzled, "I could tell you were very strong before, so uncle—who are you?"

"..."

The silver-haired man remained calm and casually replied, "It's just that I opened a dojo."

Wu Fengshui tilted his head, "Then I'll check it out later?"

"Never mind, young people are just too serious..."

The silver-haired man rubbed the stubble on his face and introduced himself: "Honbu Izo."

Wu Fengshui understood.

Although she was involved in the professional assassin circle, she was still a member of the Wu clan, which had many martial artists. Those who aspired to martial arts had more or less heard of the name "Honbu Izo".

Super Practical Jiu-Jitsu – Founder of Honbu-ryu Jiu-Jitsu!
At 53 years old, he is still active on the front lines, running the "Honbu-ryu Practical Jujutsu Dojo".

Like "Yudi Dubu" of the Shenxin Society, he can be considered a master of his own school!
"Ah, a big shot!"

Wu Fengshui grinned, took out a bottle of oolong tea from his backpack, tossed it to Benbu Yizang, and invited him to sit down next to him.

After all, one is bound to be indebted to someone who has received a bribe, so the headquarters' cold attitude softened considerably.

He sat down cross-legged next to the girl, leisurely smoking, his gaze fixed on the amusement park area a little further away, which was the "battlefield".

"Bai Mu Cheng".

Honbu Izou had obviously witnessed the entire battle, and commented with a low laugh, "I originally thought he was just a hot-blooded kid who was very good in the ring, but I didn't expect him to understand 'real combat' to this extent."

"I reckon he must have some really good mentors... no, I mean 'masters'?"

With his extensive experience, it was natural for someone like Honbu Izo to see that Shiraki Sho had learned a great deal.

"But no matter what, the opponent is still a dangerous death row inmate, an opponent that would never appear on the ring."

"Fighting based solely on an understanding of 'real combat' is very likely to result in significant losses."

The headquarters staff member took a sip of oolong tea and sighed softly.

He still admired young people, so he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"Just now, I wanted to persuade you two to leave. It's all my fault for not making up my mind and trying to coax you away."

"—You should have just said it directly."

"..."

Hearing what the headquarters said, Wu Fengshui was a little confused. "Was the attack and defense just now Bai Muqin's advantage?"

"indeed so."

The headquarters nodded, but then changed the subject, "But ultimately, that Shiraki guy's fighting style still references the style of 'fighters' in actual combat."

"Since this isn't a formal match, and you and the Metropolitan Police Department are providing support from the sidelines, then we should prepare this—"

The headquarters gestured and said mysteriously, "For example, guns."

Wu Fengshui suddenly realized, and pulled a pistol from his waist. "You mean this?"

"Do not."

The head of the headquarters shook his head knowingly. "Even the Metropolitan Police Department's sniper rifle launchers were useless. A pistol can't deal with a Speck; you need at least a submachine gun."

Upon hearing this, Wu Fengshui rummaged through his backpack and actually pulled out a submachine gun.

The girl shrugged. "So it's this?"

Headquarters: "..."

Headquarters: "..."

Honbu Izō: "...?"

Do they really have submachine guns?
Are these kinds of highly contraband items so easy to get these days?

And why bring it to the park so casually?

However, judging from its appearance, it's very well maintained, clearly indicating frequent use...

Wait, it's used frequently?!
After holding it in for a long time, the commander finally blurted out, "Isn't this illegal?"

Wu Fengshui waved his hands repeatedly and said with a smile, "It's okay, I have plenty of family members at the Metropolitan Police Department, so this is nothing."

"..."

It was only then that Izou realized that the girl's eyes belonged to the "Wu Clan".

Compared to the small, niche dojo at headquarters, the "Wu Clan" is a behemoth in size, and with its blood ties, it can provide various conveniences in all walks of life.

Judging from the condition of the firearms and the calluses on the hands, headquarters can basically confirm—

The girl in front of me is a master of firearms!

"Uncle, you really have a kind heart."

Wu Fengshui clung to his legs, swaying unsteadily. "I actually wanted to help, but Bai Muqin really wanted to fight it herself."

"Just like your understanding of 'real combat,' Shiraki also has his own obsession with 'battle.'"

"I want to see him."

"..."

Upon hearing the girl's words, Honbu Izo paused, but had nothing to say.

He was also a martial artist, and since Bai Mucheng had already stepped onto the battlefield and had already made some progress, he had no reason to stop him.

"Then I'll take a look at the 'real battle' of Shiraki Cheng, who defeated Hao Hongye."

"Speaking of which..."

As highly skilled in practical jujitsu, we are interested in all kinds of weapons.

It was a rare opportunity to encounter a skilled firearms expert with connections, so he couldn't hide his curiosity. "Do you have any 'big stuff'? Like a sniper rifle or something?"

Wu Fengshui nodded, "I didn't bring the heavy ones, but I did bring the lightweight folding ones."

She rummaged through her backpack and suddenly thought of something. "I can borrow yours, Uncle, but do you have a business card? Shiraki seems to have a penchant for collecting these kinds of things."

The head monk took out his own temple's business card.

Both sides exchanged "good stuff" and felt quite satisfied.

After taking the sniper rifle, headquarters asked, "Do you have any raw materials for making weapons for sale? Such as pig iron, leather, clay, gunpowder, etc."

Wu Fengshui recalled, "Yes, they were all the kind who were 'not afraid of being investigated'."

Headquarters was even more delighted, "What about something more high-tech? Like aramid fiber, the kind that's cut- and bite-resistant. It would be best if you could offer a discount, those kinds of things are too expensive..."

Wu Fengshui was a little puzzled. "Uncle, although you are a practitioner, you can't rely too much on external tools, can you?"

"of course not."

The commander raised an eyebrow and smiled, "We must rely on our well-trained bodies and skills to master various weapons, rather than be controlled by them."

"—In this way, we won't go astray."

"..."

A seasoned combat expert who runs a martial arts school, and a firearms master from the "Wu Clan"—

The two talked more and more deeply and gradually reached an agreement on long-term cooperation.

(End of this chapter)