Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 176 Fracture Time~
[Strike to the extreme] —

This is what Bai Mucheng can do at this stage: completely abandoning his own unconsciousness, with all 36 trillion cells working together to unleash the "purest strike".

The power it displayed fully utilized Shiraki's 101kg body, far exceeding that of other fighters in the same weight class.

To put it bluntly, the force of the blow far exceeded what Sibek had anticipated!
"Crack——!"

Spek coughed dryly, then leaned back and staggered.

Faced with that level of heavy punch, the first one was fine, but the second one would cause some pain, and now Bai Mucheng has already thrown countless punches.

Moreover, every shot was aimed directly at the Spek's face!

"what……"

Spek's nose was knocked crooked, several of his front teeth were loose, and blood kept gushing from his mouth and nose, sparsely scattered on the ground.

"Crack—!"

It took a few seconds for Spek to regain his senses and stand firmly, but he was still panting heavily.

Such a tough blow...

It's not the kind of punch that can win with one blow, but it still has considerable power, is especially difficult to counter, and you never know when it will strike!
"...!"

Spake was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw Bai Mucheng approaching step by step.

"Come on, attack again!"

Bai Mucheng's steps were bouncy, his hands sometimes open and sometimes clenched, which even made Sibek dizzy for a moment.

"Ha...ha...haya—!"

Spek's breathing became more rapid, his eyes stung, and tears welled up uncontrollably.

Unable to withstand the pressure any longer, he threw a furious punch forward, his movements full of tension.

But this scene no longer felt oppressive to Shiramu Cheng.

Just like a parkour pro.

No matter how complex the terrain is, it is just another repetition and no longer worth mentioning.

Swish!
Bai Mucheng raised his left leg high, stepped on Sibek's right fist, used his wrist as a landing point, pushed off the ground and jumped into the air, while twisting his body and slashing out horizontally with his hand.

Rashid's Eagle Beak Attack!
boom!
Spek was struck in the eyes by a chop, tears splattering out, his eyelids forced shut, and his vision temporarily obstructed.

The next moment——

[Strike with extreme force!]
Boom!

The heavy punch landed on Spek's face, denting his nose and causing a large chunk of cartilage to collapse.

“Wow!”

Spek yelled and staggered backward.

Finally, he even squatted on the ground, buried his head as low as possible, waved his hands repeatedly, and his whole body was trembling.

"No, I'm not fighting anymore!"

Spake could barely open his eyes, and didn't even have time to wipe away his tears, fearing that Bai Mucheng's heavy punch would follow again.

He was panting heavily, several teeth had fallen out, and he slurred, "Enough...stop..."

As he said this, Spek's right hand, which was positioned behind him, slowly clenched into a fist, and he grabbed a handful of gunpowder, which he had previously hidden in the sleeve of his tracksuit.

Once Bai Mucheng gets close, Spek will slap the gunpowder onto his face and then ignite it with the flint from his pocket.

Although it cannot cause fatal injuries, it will certainly burn the skin, and if it is inserted into a white wooden eye, it may even cause blindness!

Come on, kid...

"..."

Spek waited patiently, his face contorted in pain.

But to his surprise, Bai Mucheng did not approach, but waited for Sibek to catch his breath until the other party had completely recovered.

Spacton was puzzled. He stood up, his eyes wide, and looked at Bai Mucheng with confusion.

Shiramu Chengze beckoned to him, "Come on, let's continue the no-breathing combo!"

"...!?"

Spek blinked, his blood-soaked face filled with astonishment, unable to comprehend Bai Mucheng's words for a moment.

He couldn't understand why Bai Mucheng, already covered in wounds and in roughly the same condition as him, would still actively seek out another beating!

Shiramu Cheng, however, remained quite composed.

"You seem to have mentioned this to Xiaoyuzhou and Maruk..."

He helped Spek recall: "You said, 'You want to fight me, don't you? What does that have to do with whether I want to fight or not!?'"

"I think it makes sense."

Bai Mucheng's steps were light and quick, and he shrugged at Sibek.

"Now, I want to fight you, regardless of whether you want to fight me or not."

"Come on, keep going!"

"..."

These words stunned Sibek.

As the other party approached step by step without letting down their guard, Spek trembled all over, as if in fear, or like a trapped beast in a desperate situation.

In desperation, he swung his right hand violently, scattering the hidden gunpowder, while simultaneously pulling out a flint with his left hand.

click-

call!
The spark ignited the gunpowder, setting off a fierce fire in an instant.

But when the smoke cleared, what Spek saw was Bai Mucheng, who had just kicked hard and landed steadily.

The kick generated a strong gust of wind, blowing away the gunpowder powder that was rushing towards him, ensuring that the exploding flames did not harm Bai Mucheng in the slightest.

"Yuji Doppo has a move called 'Reversal Strike,' which is a collection of the essence of all defensive techniques. It is said to be able to block all attacks."

"I don't have those fancy karate moves, but kicking away the powder thrown at me is a piece of cake."

Ode!
【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!
Bai Mucheng quickly closed in on Sibek, threw a punch that landed on his face, and then unleashed a flurry of punches from both sides.

[Luke's Triple Impact]!
Bang bang bang!
Spek was knocked backward, blood flowing from his mouth and nose, and he staggered backward.

Bai Mucheng took a step forward, looking at the miserable state of Sibek.

"Come on, continue."

He tiptoed, "Didn't you love this kind of fight the most? Then I'll fight you this way, come on! Come on!!"

"..."

His loud shouts forced Spek to retreat repeatedly.

Finally, Spek retreated to the edge of the clearing, beyond which lay a grove of trees, where he was no match for Shiraki Cheng.

Having reached a dead end, Spek let out a low growl and charged at Bai Mucheng, furiously swinging his fists. He continued his relentless, breathless punches!
But after throwing both punches, there was no feeling of hitting the target at all.

Bai Mucheng took a big step back, then suddenly stomped off the ground, pulled his arms back, and kicked out.

Rashid's Eagle Kick!
boom!
The kick landed on Spek's outstretched arms, and Bai Mucheng used the momentum to flip backward, pushing off the ground with both feet and jumping up again.

Ode!
[A fierce eagle blade bursts forth with fighting spirit!]
He rolled to the side, his right leg slashing down like a scimitar, breaking through Spek's defenses.

Shiramu Cheng stomped his foot on the ground and threw another heavy punch.

[Strike with extreme force!]
Boom!

Spek was hit so hard that he threw his head back and crashed heavily into the trunk of a large tree behind him.

Swish!
Bai Mucheng delivered a knee strike to Sibek's abdomen, forcing him to bend over and bring his slightly dented face close to Bai Mucheng's.

suddenly--

"puff!"

Spike suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, attempting to use it to cover Bai Mucheng's eyes.

Bai Mucheng leaped forward, turning around at the same time, letting the blood and broken teeth spray onto his back, and then turning back to use the momentum to throw another punch.

[Strike with extreme force!]
Boom! !
The continuous barrage of "Extreme Strike" was a huge drain on both mental and physical strength, and even Shiraki Cheng himself was finding it hard to keep up.

Therefore, as soon as the punch landed, Bai Mucheng continued his movements without stopping, swinging his right fist repeatedly, smashing out one blow after another.

The ultimate technique—

[Luke's Evaporation Order]!
boom! boom! ! boom! ! !

Three heavy punches landed on Spek's face, one after another, until the back of his head was embedded in the tree trunk.

Spek was beaten until he was trembling all over, his eyes were glazed over, he slid down the tree trunk and finally collapsed to the ground, his tongue sticking out from his rotten teeth and drooping down.

"..."

No one cheered; only two people watched from a distance.

But that's real combat!

And as blood dripped from the corner of Bai Mucheng's mouth, and he exhaled hot breath carrying the metallic scent of blood, the instant he raised his clenched right fist—

boom!
A gunshot rang out, grazing precisely over Bai Mucheng's shoulder, as if celebrating for him.

"Won!"

Bai Mucheng turned to the side to indicate what was behind him, shouted loudly, and staggered unsteadily.

But he did not fall down, nor did he turn away; instead, he waited patiently for something.

"..."

……

On the small hillside.

The head of the unit stared wide-eyed at Wu Fengshui, who was celebrating by firing a gun, and couldn't help but sigh, "Young people really go all out."

He then added a warning, "If you have a gun, it's best to kill that Sibek directly, otherwise be careful of accidents."

Wu Fengshui smiled and said, "Uncle, Bai Muqin is very smart."

"is it?"

After careful consideration, Izō realized that this was indeed the case, so I stopped worrying about it.

……

……

Two or three minutes later.

A chubby middle-aged man hurried over from a nearby path; he was one of the official referees of the Kengan Association.

He received a call saying that a fighter and a death row inmate had gotten into a fight in the park, and he was asked to come back and witness the outcome.

Then, the chubby uncle saw it—

A death row inmate named "Sbek" collapsed in front of [Fighting Spirit] Shiramu Cheng.

Both were covered in wounds, the scene was extremely gruesome, but the outcome was beyond doubt.

The outcome is decided!

The winner is Shiraki Sei!

"..."

Bai Mucheng raised his hand, gave a perfunctory greeting to the chubby uncle, and turned to walk towards him.

The chubby uncle was about to make the record, but when he looked up, his expression suddenly changed.

Because he watched in disbelief as Sibek, who had been unconscious, slowly raised his hand, his arm trembling, preparing to launch a sneak attack on Bai Mucheng!

"Hello--

Just as the chubby uncle was about to speak up to remind him, he saw Bai Mucheng raise a finger and make a "shh" gesture in front of his lips.

So, [Fighting Spirit] discovered that Spek was going to make a final stand?
What is this...

"..."

Before the chubby uncle could react, he saw Spek suddenly stand up and throw a punch at Bai Mucheng.

"Kid, this isn't a competition, it's a bloodbath!"

Swish!
He threw a heavy punch, but suddenly his right leg buckled, and with a "thud," he fell sideways to the ground.

"……what?"

Spek blinked, and only then did the excruciating pain spread from his right knee, drilling straight into his brain.

His right knee is broken!

when? !

Snapped……

Just as he was wondering, a hand gently rested on his shoulder.

Spek turned his head and saw a handsome young man with long, cherry-pink hair and a scar across his face, smiling at him.

The strange man raised his head and looked at Bai Mucheng for his opinion. Bai Mucheng waved his hand, indicating that the other party should do as he pleased.

"Hehe, that's great!"

Mushi Mitsuyoshi beamed with joy as he looked at Sibek with a cheerful smile.

His eyes curved into crescent moons, and his mouth was stretched into a grimace even more grotesque than that of a death row inmate, making him even more unsettling.

"Ah Cheng won! You said this wasn't a competition anymore, so come and give me a treat! Come on, come on!"

"It's time for a fracture!"

(End of this chapter)