Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 172 Conceit
What happens in the amusement park area is no longer considered "fighting".

Calling it a "battle" is even a bit of an understatement...

It's a battlefield!
The streetlights were smashed and twisted, several railings of the climbing frame were broken, various fixed railings were overturned, and even the solid wood bench was shattered!
A series of booming sounds filled the air.

The strange noise attracted a few couples who were having a rendezvous nearby, or passersby who were taking a walk.

Seeing Bai Mucheng and Sibek facing off from afar, they were so frightened that their legs trembled, and they stood rooted to the spot, not daring to approach.

"Strange...monster..."

"The monster in the sweatshirt and the monster that's as fast as the wind, they're fighting!"

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"Wow, brilliant!"

On a hillside not far away, Honbu Izō slapped his thigh in admiration of Shiraki Shō's fighting style.

As a master of practical combat styles, I can naturally see the fun in it.

"Bai Mucheng—that young man has mastered the techniques of various schools, and he did not simply imitate them, but studied them seriously."

"He's very good at applying what he's learned to other situations!"

The commander stroked the stubble on his chin and said with a faint smile, "'Fighting techniques' are ultimately created for more effective combat, so they have many things in common."

"Therefore, Bai Mu's learning progress is not about being a jack of all trades and master of none, but rather about constantly expanding outwards to various materials with himself as the core!"

"For him, his fighting style is a genre in itself."

"What an interesting guy..."

Headquarters thought about it again.

"However, to achieve this level, the requirements for the 'masters' are also very high."

"Not only should one be open-minded enough to let disciples learn as they please, but one should also control the 'degree' of one's teaching so that disciples can walk their own 'path'."

"Even more crucially—they must all be top-tier experts!"

The headquarters member grinned broadly, "And what Shiraki-kun just used was a 'very clever' move."

Wu Fengshui asked curiously, "What is it?"

The headquarters replied: "Parkour."

Wu Fengshui: "..."

Wu Fengshui: "...?"

The girl was puzzled and gestured a few times, unable to speak for a moment.

The headquarters certainly understood the other party's doubts. "Although the public's perception of parkour is just an extreme sport, it originally originated from 'war'."

"—Soldiers trapped in complex terrain attempt to rely on their physical abilities to quickly, effectively, and reliably navigate any known or unknown environment."

“In some places, parkour is also called ‘flying path’, which sounds a bit like ‘karate’, doesn’t it?”

"Most combat techniques were originally created to 'defeat' something."

"From this perspective, mastering parkour techniques and using agile movements to launch clever attacks is also a fighting style."

The headquarters speculated with a smile:

"The master who taught Shiraki to use this style must be a very lively person, like the wind."

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"Excellent moves, apprentice!"
Beside Bai Mucheng, a phantom gradually solidified.

Standing sideways, she hops lightly, her five fingers naturally spread, swaying in rhythm.

He had slightly wavy long hair, a strong yet agile physique, and wore a sporty suit with Middle Eastern design elements.

He has deep-set features, a confident smile, and lively eyes.

Its name——

Rashid!
Nicknamed "Desert Eagle," he is a parkour-savvy fighter who uses his agility to outmaneuver opponents and employs a wide variety of moves.

Teaching people is really interesting.
Be more confident! Even I say so, it can't be wrong!
{…}
Shiraki Shigeaki tried to imitate Rashid's style.

Bend your left elbow forward, stretch your arm back and straighten it, and use the twisting of your waist and abdomen to generate power and drive your whole body.

His steps were leaping and bounding, like a strong wind in the desert!

despair!
Bai Mucheng slides and pushes off the ground, darting quickly left and right, combining strength and agility, giving a feeling of physical and mental pleasure.

The next instant—whoosh!
Bai Mucheng stopped retreating and dodging, and instead ran quickly toward Sibek. When he was two steps away, he suddenly jumped up and kicked out with both feet.

Rashid Storm Moon!
His two feet swept down vertically one after the other, their trajectories resembling crescent moons in the desert, striking Spek squarely in the face.

Boom!

Spek leaned back, a fierce glint in his eyes, and suddenly threw a powerful punch.

This appeared to be a punch thrown in a fit of rage, but the moment the fist landed, Spek's large hand suddenly opened, throwing out a handful of wood chips.

Whoa!

The high-speed flying wood chips, like shotgun pellets, covered the white wood support from all directions.

But Bai Mucheng's forward run did not stop at all. He moved even closer to Sibek, crouching down and sliding forward while avoiding the wood chips, then turning around and slashing twice with his hands.

[Rashid runs away with a second move!]
Snap!

Spek was hit in the back of the thigh, staggered, and kicked back sharply, temporarily forcing Bai Mucheng back.

"call!"

Speck turned his head to look at Bai Mucheng jumping not far away, and let out a long sigh, "This fight will never end..."

"Alright, let's call it a night!"

Suddenly, Spek raised his hands, seemingly to show that he had no hostility, but in the instant he raised his hands, he threw out a hard object the size of a fist.

It's a Gundam from the Metropolitan Police Department, and he even hid one!
call out!
The bullet flew quickly, but Shiraki Cheng had anticipated it and easily deflected it with a raised arm.

But the next second, Spek threw out another "hard object," which was different in shape from the steel bullet and was a conspicuous cylinder.

—It's a police stun flashbang!
That was a recently acquired trophy, which was thrown out by Spek, who was skilled in using various weapons, and tossed in front of Shiramu Cheng at this moment!

Bai Mucheng was not surprised at all. Without stopping, he raised his leg to kick the flashbang away.

In that instant, Spek moved, striding towards Shiramoto, as if to forcibly detonate the flashbang.

? !
But at such close range, even with eyes closed, one would be affected by the flashbang, so there was absolutely no reason for Spek to do that.

Bai Mucheng was stunned for a moment.

But then he suddenly noticed that the pull pin of the flashbang was still there, making it impossible for it to be detonated.

Bai Mucheng reacted instantly—

Spek had no intention of using the flashbang directly; instead, he used it as a projectile to briefly attract Shiraki's attention!

Wow!
Finally, Spek seized an opening in Bai Mucheng's mind, slammed his large hand onto Bai Mucheng's face, clenched his fists, and pushed him forward.

"Eehha!"

Swish swish!
Speck strode forward, while Shiramu Chengze was almost suspended in mid-air, feeling weightlessness over his entire body.

Just as Bai Mucheng was getting used to it and was about to fight back, Sibek suddenly took the initiative and pushed Bai Mucheng away, sending him crashing heavily onto the concrete ground.

Pfft!
Bai Mucheng landed on his back, managing to brace himself to protect the back of his head, but the impact still caused him to cough a few times.

He truly hadn't expected that Spek wouldn't choose to use a flashbang, but instead would use his most trusted weapon—his own "body"!
But to Bai Mucheng's surprise, Spek did not pursue him, but waited for Bai Mucheng to get up.

"..."

Spek raised his hand, signaling for Bai Mucheng to observe the surroundings.

Shiramu noticed that the surrounding area was a large open space without any trees, making it difficult to use ordinary parkour techniques.

"Finally, we're rid of that annoying situation."

Sbek sighed softly.

He was still holding the unexploded flashbang in his hand, casually weighing it in his hand, and then looked up at Bai Mucheng.

"Too bad, kid, I don't know how to use this thing..."

"do you understand me?"

Speck tossed the flashbang behind him and chuckled, “For me, using weapons is actually a sign of leniency towards my opponent.”

He slowly clenched his ten thick fingers into fists and raised them to his sides.

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A hillside in the distance.

Wu Fengshui and Benbu Yizang witnessed this scene clearly and realized something at the same time.

Is it a coincidence? Or is it due to the same underlying principle?
all in all--

The unarmed fighting stance that Spek adopted was almost identical to that of "Hanayama Kaoru"!
(End of this chapter)