Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 171 The Technology of Adaptation

on the hill.

Wu Fengshui agreed to help the headquarters by acting as a go-between and providing channels for purchasing raw materials for weapons.

After all, the other party is a master of real-world Jiu-Jitsu, so expanding one's network would be beneficial.

Perhaps someone in the tribe is interested in practical jujitsu and could learn some techniques from it.

"..."

Headquarters, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, refocused his attention on the battlefield. "That Shiraki Cheng, he clearly has an even more powerful finishing move, right?"

Wu Fengshui nodded, recalling Bai Mucheng's "The Ultimate Strike".

Honbu Izo looked again, but frowned. "...But he doesn't want to use it now. Spek is on guard, and he is also on guard against Spek."

Wu Fengshui blinked, seemingly lost in thought. "So, we need to consider all the possibilities the other party might have, and then make 'changes' based on that to break the deadlock?"

"As expected of someone from the Wu clan, you understand very quickly!"

The head of the unit smiled, enjoying chatting with people who understood things quickly. "This is 'real combat,' far more dangerous than a dojo with rules. It introduces many unexpected changes and is much harder to predict."

He flicked his cigarette ash, his gaze deep. "In this battle, the one who gains the upper hand is the one who completely sees through their opponent and is the first to 'act unexpectedly'!"

"..."

……

Bang bang bang!
Bai Mucheng unleashed a barrage of heavy punches from both hands, striking Sibek in the face.

[Luke's Triple Impact]!
The punch that spurted blood from his nose made Spek's smile even more sinister.

Pfft!
Spek was knocked backward and landed hard on his backside.

Seeing Bai Mucheng approaching step by step, Sibek scrambled backward, his hands and feet barely touching the ground, as if he were fleeing in a disheveled state.

But the next second—

"Hey!"

With his hands on the ground facing backwards, Spek raised his hips and kicked out with his right leg in a backbend-like position, aiming his big foot straight for Shiramu Cheng's head.

Standing at 230cm tall, Sbek has an exaggeratedly long wingspan and leg length, giving his kick a very wide attack range.

But to Sbek's surprise, the kick missed again!
"what?"

Spek lowered his neck and looked up, only to see Bai Mucheng leap up and perfectly avoid the sneak attack.

Swish!
After jumping up, Shiraki Cheng quickly lunged forward and kicked out at Sibek, who was lying on the ground.

Jamie's Shadowless Kick!
boom!
The kick landed squarely on Spek's abdomen, and as it exerted force, it also pressed down on Bai Mucheng's entire weight, causing a large indentation in Spek's stomach.

"Wow!"

Spek cried out, his face contorted in agony, and began vomiting uncontrollably.

In desperation, Spek flailed his fists wildly, temporarily forcing Bai Mucheng back, then clutched his stomach and rolled to the side.

"Wow...that was a really strong kick..."

He knelt on the ground, hunched over, panting heavily, his body trembling uncontrollably, his eyes and brows furrowed together.

This posture is full of flaws, making it the perfect time to pursue!
Therefore, the next second—

Ode!
【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!
Bai Mucheng stomped the ground and charged forward, bursting with incredible speed, but suddenly stopped midway, still quite a distance from Sibek.

At the same time, Spek, who seemed to be in great pain, suddenly threw out a handful of sand and splashed it in Bai Mucheng's direction.

However, since Bai Mucheng stopped first, the sand had no effect and did not dazzle Bai Mucheng.

"Crack——!"

Seeing that his sneak attack had failed, Spek coughed loudly, stood up straight, and still had a smile on his face.

"Kid, you're pretty agile!"

Spek rubbed his stomach and looked up, but Bai Mucheng was nowhere to be seen.

come yet?!

Spek looked around but saw nothing, and was filled with confusion. "...What?"

Upon closer inspection, he noticed an upward-pointing shoe print remaining in the middle of the streetlight ahead.

"?!"

Spac realized that Bai Mucheng had kicked the lamppost and jumped up, using the reaction force to leap into the air and launch a surprise attack.

...behind me!
Before Spek could turn around, he was kicked hard in the lower back.

[A counterattack of fighting spirit: a reverse Russian kick!]
boom!
The powerful kick sent Speck staggering forward several steps before crashing headfirst into a lamppost. Thump!
One side of the lamppost was dented by the bald man's impact, and Spek's eyes trembled uncontrollably from the shock.

His ears twitched as he heard footsteps approaching from behind. He then threw a powerful punch, but missed again.

Swish!
Bai Mucheng crouched down and flipped forward, quickly getting close to Sibek.

Just as he was about to rush past Spek, Shiramu Cheng suddenly reached out, grabbed the hard lamppost, spun around and jumped, then bent his knee and rammed into it.

boom!
Bai Mucheng's knee slammed solidly into Sibek's face.

“——Hmm?!”

After being hit repeatedly, Spek's nosebleed wouldn't stop, flowing out in a thin stream, and even tears were squeezed out.

In desperation, Spek closed his eyes and punched wildly, smashing the lamppost and iron pipe crookedly with several loud thuds, leaving twisted fist marks on them.

But when he opened his eyes again, Bai Mucheng was nowhere to be found.

"...?"

Spek looked around and finally spotted Bai Mucheng squatting on a climbing frame not far away.

The other party had clearly been waiting for a long time. Presumably, after that knee strike, they had no intention of pursuing and instead jumped aside to watch the show.

"You brat..."

In an instant, Spek felt an indescribable humiliation, and couldn't help but grit his teeth, his face contorted with rage.

Seeing that Spek's expression had finally changed, Bai Mucheng simply sat on the climbing frame, dangling his legs and raising his eyebrows with a smile.

"how?"

He beckoned to Spek, "Not playing those sneak attack tricks of yours anymore?"

"..."

Spek flew into a rage, seemingly losing his temper, but suddenly lunged to the side, grabbed the leg of a park bench, and lifted up one of its corners.

"Hey!"

It was an iron-framed, solid wood bench with two cement bases, weighing about 250 kg in total, yet it was still swung up by Spek's incredible strength!
Boom!

The bench flew towards Bai Mucheng, but he flipped over to avoid it and slammed it heavily onto the climbing frame, producing a dull thud.

"call!"

Bai Mucheng landed steadily, his knees slightly bent, his eyes fixed on Sibek's movements.

Snapped!
Spek suddenly pushed off the ground and charged forward, grabbing the bench again with his left hand and dragging it behind him, while kicking out with his right foot.

Swish!
His attack missed, and Bai Mucheng dodged it.

As he watched Spek approach, he moved nimbly, using the complex terrain of the playground to dodge and weave, performing parkour.

Spek quickly pursued and attacked, his free right fist pounding wildly, creating a suffocating sense of oppression.

The two figures flashed past each other at lightning speed, one in front of the other.

"..."

"Great, fantastic!"

Shiraki Cheng was indeed running away, but his running ability was getting better and better, and he gradually integrated into and adapted to this "amusement facility area".

Meanwhile, in his field of vision, a blurry figure was also speeding by, having just vaulted over a railing, its parkour moves even more skillful than Bai Mucheng's.

You're great! I'm very satisfied!
Be even neater!
Wow! My moves were so cool...
Haha! Great!
The virtual figure's teaching style was clearly one of praise, but Shiramu Cheng's progress was indeed extremely fast.

call out!
After running two large laps in the scooter, Shiraki Cheng became familiar with the dynamics of parkour and fully immersed himself in the environment.

despair!
He stomped his foot and turned around abruptly, charging towards Spek.

At the same time, Spek finally found an opportunity, swung the iron bench he was holding in his right hand, and smashed it down on Bai Mucheng.

Boom!
Bai Mucheng jumped up and launched a flying kick straight out.

Rashid's Eagle Kick!
Clap!

This kick shattered the main body of the bench, scattering wood chips and metal pieces sparsely, like a violent downpour.

Wow…

Bai Mucheng landed steadily, his feet shuffling on the ground, his arms swinging casually, showing a greater sense of understanding.

"I see, parkour is the technique of 'adaptation'."

"Not only can it adapt to the environment, but it can also adapt to combat..."

(End of this chapter)