Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 173 The One Who Breaks the Gods
The legendary "World's Number One Fighter" Kaoru Hanayama!

His fighting stance, even if only seen once, is unforgettable.

Clench your fists and raise them to your sides.

Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, completely opening your waist and abdomen!

This stance is based on Kaoru Hanayama's absolute ability to withstand blows, concentrating all his weight on the punch he's about to throw—a stance entirely designed for attack!
"..."

Now, the stance that Spek is using is almost identical to that of Spek.

Wu Fengshui and Benbu Yizang quickly noticed the subtle differences.

Sbek's "fist-making method" is not a proper, tight clench, but rather with his thumb tucked in and placed under his index and middle fingers.

Looking at the feet, all ten toes are firmly gripping the ground, the soles of the feet are slightly arched, ready to pounce.

Unlike Kaoru Hanayama's upright chivalry, Speck's demeanor was noticeably "sharper" and more menacing!
"..."

"Kid, I've got a stance up my sleeve. Do you know what that means?"

Spek still wore that creepy smile.

"I have heard that there used to be a karate master known as the 'Hand of God,' whose punches and kicks were as powerful as those of a god."

"But this isn't just a legend."

Spek narrowed his eyes and looked at Bai Mucheng.

His hands and feet—and indeed his entire body—were covered in all sorts of messy tattoos, which made his physique even more terrifying.

"Kid, my fists and feet have truly destroyed gods."

"When I escaped from prison before, I left a small gift for the USA as a thank you for your help..."

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Inside the Metropolitan Police Department office.

Having worked overtime for many days, Iori Kazuka, sporting dark circles under his eyes, was smoking with "Superintendent General" Takeya Haru, both looking worried.

"Even the elite of the special operations team can't defeat Skek?"

Zhu Yachun frowned deeply. "He's treating the detention center like his home, coming and going as he pleases!"

Iori Kazuka also sighed, "That guy is a monster. Even with live ammunition and firearms, he can't aim at long range, and he doesn't even have time to fire at close range."

She couldn't help but worry, "Brother Bai Mu should be fighting that monster by now, right..."

At that moment, a police officer came to report that he had received an emergency contact.

It was discovered by the FBI—the latest intelligence about Spek.

"..."

Takeya Haru and Iori Kazuka read through it carefully, and were both stunned, their eyes wide, unable to calm down for a long time.

"What kind of international joke is this..."

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at the same time.

Inside a private presidential suite at a hotel.

Billy Greco of IDEAL is fiddling with his laptop, investigating "Spek" from intelligence sources around the world.

Previously, Spek had attacked IDEAL's men, causing the deaths and injuries of almost all of Billy's men. Such a deep grudge must be avenged.

But just then, Billy suddenly received a message from an informant on the USA government's side.

Billy clicked on it, and his previously calm expression suddenly froze, his pupils trembling uncontrollably.

"Oh my god..."

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The following is the message content—

USA, New York, Liberty Island.

The Statue of Liberty, hailed as the "symbol of the USA," is located here.

Half an hour ago.

During his routine patrol, a guard noticed a corner at the foot of the Statue of Liberty covered by a large tarpaulin. Initially thinking it was a remnant of renovation work, he curiously went forward to uncover it, and what he saw was a scene he would never forget.

Beneath the canvas—on the thick outer shell forged from pure copper sheet—numerous dents and scratches appeared.

Upon closer inspection, the faint imprints of a fist and a foot can be seen in the center of the depression.

These punches and kicks landed on the thick, solid copper plate with unimaginable force, causing horrific damage.

The damage was so deep that it tore a hole in the Statue of Liberty, spreading all the way to the very top, which is over 90 meters high!

Crack!
Due to the cracks, the internal steel reinforcement could not withstand the weight.

The massive Statue of Liberty is teetering on the brink of collapse; the symbol of the USA is about to crumble!
"——!!!"

The guard immediately called for backup, and the headquarters urgently summoned dozens of Marines.

Ultimately, they secured the Statue of Liberty with steel cables, forcibly tightening the numerous cracks, thus preventing it from shattering into pieces.

In a sense, this incident was "another kind of war" comparable to national defense operations!
"..."

afterwards.

Whether it was informants within the USA government or urgent contacts with the FBI, they all couldn't help but raise the same question—

How can a monster cause such destruction without using any weapons?!
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The perpetrator of this incident was a death row inmate who had recently escaped from a Level 5 underwater prison in Florida.

—Sbek!

Now, he has taken a stance, aiming his fists and feet, which once "broke the gods," at Bai Mucheng directly in front of him.

“I still have many secrets that I haven’t told the guards.”

"for example--"

"I can maintain a breathless exercise for five minutes."

Speck grinned, his facial muscles folding and wrinkling, exuding a chilling aura that seemed to distort the surrounding air!

"In other words, I can deliver an unlimited number of seamless punches and kicks to you over a period of five minutes."

He squinted at Bai Mucheng, "These are fists and feet that can even destroy a god."

"..."

Bai Mucheng slightly turned his body, his steps continued to be light and nimble, his hands naturally outstretched, his arms swaying with the rhythm.

This seemingly casual movement maintains maximum dynamism at all times, bringing the agility of parkour to its extreme!

"Haha, that's amazing..."

Bai Mucheng's toes rubbed against the ground as he kept a close eye on Sibek's movements. "All I have are 'fighting fists and feet'."

"..."

"Still full of confidence, kid."

Spek gripped the ground with his right foot, clenching his fists tightly, his voice low and menacing.

"Watch out, or I might catch you."

The 230cm giant body, as its muscles gradually exerted their power, revealed an even more terrifying sense of oppression!

"Once you can't dodge, will you still have a chance to use parkour to jump around in front of my 'breathless combo'?"

"..."

"Great, fantastic..."

Bai Mucheng's body twitched slightly, his eyes fixed on Sibek, and a bead of sweat unconsciously rolled down his forehead.

There is tension and excitement.

Faced with Spek's inhuman and terrifying fists and feet, can his own moves keep up? And how can he defeat his enemy?
Give it a try!

The ink swirls around him, outlining Rashid's phantom image.

He also adopted a parkour stance, as if he were facing an enemy alongside his apprentice, laughing heartily and eager to try his hand at the action.

{Get ready, it's coming!!}
boom!
Spek stomped his foot on the ground with such force that it shattered the concrete, like a charging monster, heading straight for Bai Mucheng!

Boom!Boom!thump...

Step by step, striding forward like a ferocious beast pouncing on its prey, so fast it was breathtaking!
(End of this chapter)