Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 175 A barrage of attacks! A barrage of attacks!! A barrage of attacks!!
The highly skilled jujitsu master, "Honbu Izo," kept his eyes glued to the battle while chatting with Wu Fengshui beside him.

"The extraordinary thing called 'death' can bring about a momentary miracle, commonly known as a 'revolving lantern'."

"That kind of life-or-death moment—an extraordinary instantaneous concentration—allows one to see everything clearly, even surviving a fall off a cliff unscathed!"

"But ultimately, why would a perfectly normal person jump off a cliff..."

At this point, the head of the unit suddenly laughed.

"If the opponent's 'consecutive attacks' are as dangerous as 'falling off a cliff,' then of course 'sparring with someone' is better!"

……

……

Bang bang bang bang! !
Spek's face contorted as he wildly swung his arms, delivering a series of heavy punches like a madman.

But the strange feeling just wouldn't go away, and even got worse.

It's like when a torrential rain is pouring down, there are a few "blank spots" where you can't get any full force out of the downpour.

"……what?"

Suddenly, Spek noticed that his two punches, left and right, had been deflected by Bai Mucheng's wrists and had not hit their mark.

"You still have the strength to block, kid!"

Spek immediately understood.

He had never imagined that anyone could actually "defend" against his relentless, breathless attacks, or even block a few punches.

But for Spek, it was just an “accident”.

Only a very small number of punches were blocked; many more heavy punches still landed squarely on Bai Mucheng!
"Hahahaha!"

Spek grinned maliciously, then suddenly strode forward and swept his leg towards Bai Mucheng's head.

call!
The kick even made a whooshing sound, as if it could blow someone's head off.

"—!!"

Bai Mucheng kept a close eye on Sibek's movements and immediately crouched down to dodge.

But at the same time, Spek threw a punch, his body twisting dramatically, generating the force of his entire body's return.

boom!
This heavy punch landed squarely on Bai Mucheng's face.

In an instant, a large amount of blood gushed from his nose, and even his teeth became loose, with the gaps between his teeth stained bright red.

"Well--?!"

Bai Mucheng gritted his teeth, and even as blood dripped into his eyes, he did not blink, making sure he could see Spek's every move.

In terms of power, Spek's punches and kicks are not as powerful as Kaoru Hanayama's heavy punches, and in terms of speed, they are not as fast as Katsumi Guji's sonic punches.

But its true terror lies in its "continuous barrage".

As Izo said, the essence of continuous punches without breathing is "falling off a cliff".

—It's a five-minute, non-stop plunge off a cliff!

During a fall, even a moment's loss of focus can cause concentration to vanish, leading to a complete loss of control.

Snap!

Just as Sibek was about to kick, Bai Mucheng pressed his ankle down with both palms.

The next punch was about to hit his heart, but Bai Mucheng suddenly turned to the side to block it, twisting his body and using his left deltoid muscle to take the hit.

……very good!
The excruciating pain seemed to pierce through Bai Mucheng's upper body, but his thoughts at that moment were simple—

No problem, I can handle those two attacks!
Block, defend, dodge, avoid...

No matter how fast and fierce the attacks are, they are ultimately just fists and feet.

And given the impending physical attack, I have the skills to deal with it!
Bang bang bang!
Spek landed three consecutive heavy punches on Bai Mucheng's face, one from each hand.

Bai Mucheng's face was distorted from the beating, and half a broken tooth flew out of his mouth, but his eyes remained fixed on Sibek.

"Hey!"

Spek kicked out horizontally, aiming straight for Bai Mucheng's neck.

In that life-or-death moment, Bai Mucheng's concentration reached its peak, realizing that now was the time!

Swish!
Bai Mucheng delivered a horizontal left hook, striking Sibek's raised left calf.

The rapid strike caused Spek's movements to freeze for a moment, creating a fleeting opening.

In that instant, Shiramu pushed off the ground with his back foot, and the goal of over 36 trillion cells in his body was aligned, as he forcefully clenched his right fist and swung it out.

Ode!
"Drink!"

The fist slammed into Spek's face, and the immense power exploded in an instant!
[Strike with extreme force!]
Boom! !
A heavy, muffled thud spread from the amusement park area, echoing through the quiet, deserted night.

……

……

Further away, on the streets outside the park.

Baki was walking hand in hand with Kozue when his ears twitched, as if he heard the roar of the [Strike Extreme] attack.

Even from a great distance, Baki Hanma could still sense that powerful punch that was so impactful.

The boy turned around, a glint in his eyes, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Wow, Brother Shiraki is amazing..."

……

……

Boom! !
A heavy punch landed on Spek's face, interrupting the two-minute-long, breathless barrage of blows.

"Well--?!"

Spek's body leaned back, staggering backward, spitting out a large amount of blood from his mouth and nose, and his two eyeballs trembled uncontrollably.

Not good!

Spek immediately realized what was happening and, fearing Bai Mucheng would pursue them, quickly raised his arms. But to Spek's surprise, the expected pursuit did not come.

Bai Mucheng remained standing there, panting heavily. He turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, his blood-red eyes staring straight at Sibek.

"Am I... overthinking things, kid..."

Spek slowly straightened up, rubbed his sore nose, and a twisted smile returned to his face.

"Although my punches are powerful, you're about to give out after all my relentless blows, aren't you?"

"..."

Bai Mucheng wiped the blood from his mouth. His clothes and pants were kicked and torn to shreds, and his body was covered in red, swollen and bruised areas.

He slowly clenched his trembling fists and whispered hoarsely, "There's nothing I can do. These aren't the fists and feet of a 'destroyer,' but they are certainly fists that can 'beat people.'"

"laugh!"

Spek laughed loudly, "Then try again, kid!"

He took a deep breath, strode forward, and without breathing, unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks that rained down on Bai Mucheng.

"—!!"

Again!
The second round of continuous attacks without breathing!

Bai Mucheng's pupils trembled violently. He activated all his "engines," completely abandoning his unconscious state and pushing his concentration to the limit.

no problem……

Absolutely no problem!
The martial arts I've learned, the body I've trained, the techniques I've mastered...

With everything I have, I can withstand the relentless, breathless attacks!

Facing the impending heavy punch, the falling wheel smash, the front kick, and the sweeping leg...

I can handle all of them skillfully!
Use your wrist to deflect, strike in advance, crouch to dodge, jump to avoid, or—

The non-critical parts of the body will bear the brunt!

——!
Bang! Bang!

Spek's relentless, breathless pounding continued, even surpassing previous bursts, reaching the third minute.

However, this time, the damage Shiramu Cheng suffered was less severe than the "two minutes" in the first round.

He only suffered a nosebleed from being hit, and only one rib was broken.

Swish!
Bai Mucheng dodged Sibek's fist to the side, and even jumped up, using his foot to step on Sibek's next punch, using the momentum to jump even higher.

He twisted his body in mid-air, as if about to launch a flying kick, but suddenly stopped and landed steadily on the ground.

That light and effortless parkour style was indeed like the wind in the desert, elusive yet all-pervasive.

Wow!

Spek's punch, aimed at mid-air, missed again due to Shiramu Cheng's change of move, exposing a huge opening.

Bai Mucheng stomped forward and punched hard, hitting Sibek in the face a second time.

[Engine is extremely powerful!]

Boom!

More than 36 trillion cells in the body work together, creating a thunderous and explosive explosion!

However, Spek's body is also a non-human monster.

Despite being hit by a heavy punch that could shatter even a 150kg sandbag, Spek took two hits in a row but did not fall down. Instead, he held his breath and continued to swing and strike.

"Yeah!"

Swish!
Spek threw a punch, which was dodged by Shiramu Cheng, who then kicked him away by stepping on his wrist.

Shiramu Cheng twisted his waist and turned to the side, then threw another punch.

[Strike with extreme force!]
Boom!

A heavy punch slammed into Spek's face, squeezing out bright red blood.

Spek felt dizzy and his eyes were glazed over from the blows. He threw powerful punches with both hands, but Bai Mucheng dodged or slapped them away.

Ode!
Another heavy punch landed, hitting Spek squarely in the face.

That wasn't a fist capable of destroying a god, nor did it carry any symbolic meaning; it was simply a swing thrown to "defeat the opponent."

Sbeek vs. Shiraki!
The one who breaks through the gods VS the one who defeats others!

Bang bang bang!
……

Witnessing this scene, Honbu Izo muttered to himself, "His understanding of techniques has reached this level...?"

……

"call--!"

Spek took a deep breath, his face contorted with rage, and prepared to unleash another attack.

But this time, the breathless attack lasted only about ten seconds before Shiramu Cheng dismantled it, tearing out a fatal opening with his fists and feet.

Taking advantage of the opening, Bai Mucheng flipped over and kicked vertically, his heel slamming into Sibek's face.

Ode!
[A fierce eagle blade bursts forth with fighting spirit!]
Spek staggered from the kick, his eyes glazed over, and he vaguely saw Bai Mucheng pull back his right fist and then take a big step forward.

Boom! !
[Strike to the extreme] Another punch, it's lost count of how many times, landed squarely on Spek's face.

"continue……"

Despite being seriously injured, Bai Mucheng became increasingly excited as the fight progressed, his mind racing with countless ways to counter Sibek's punches and kicks.

His parkour moves have been fully adapted to continuous shooting without breathing.

In other words, it means being able to survive in a harsh environment where you can "fire continuously without breathing" without suffering fatal injuries!

No problem, but not enough!
He strode forward, closing in on Spek, urging urgently, "Come on, attack again!"

(End of this chapter)