Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 177 Satisfying Fetishes
Afterwards, the chubby uncle, Yota Murakami (44 years old), who served as a senior referee at the Kengan Association, talked to his colleagues about what happened that night.

He described the scene as follows:
"Are you asking about the long-haired man who suddenly appeared after Bai Mucheng defeated Sibek?"

"Hmm, him..."

"Yes, it's Imai Kosou, who's known as the 'genius fighter'—his master is Mitsuyo Koishi, nicknamed 'Weirdo'."

"Mushi also fought in underground fighting, but he rarely stayed in an organization for long. According to him, he just wanted to earn some pocket money."

"But if you ask me, there's a high chance no one will want to fight him anymore, since his fighting style is entirely to satisfy his own 'fetish'..."

"Yes."

The chubby referee pointed to his right knee.

"Sbek's right knee was dislocated, and in that instant, a bone became noticeably dislocated and protruded."

"It's a kind of...feeling that looks like it's going to hurt terribly..."

"..."

……

"Hey, hello there!"

Mushi Mitsuyoshi patted Speck on the shoulder with a grin, "My apprentice is grateful for your care."

"...?"

Spek looked bewildered, his forehead already beaded with cold sweat from the excruciating pain.

Mushi's fingers gradually tightened. "It's alright, it's alright, it's just dislocating the kneecap. Now we're going to start breaking the bones!"

"--ah?!"

Spek suddenly woke up, sat on the ground and threw a vicious punch, but Mu Shi leaned back to avoid it and grabbed his wrist.

"Even if Ah Cheng beat you to the point of near death, how could you still be this fast? You're practically a humanoid monster..."

"Fortunately, my playing style is different from Cheng's."

Mushi took a half step forward, using his full weight to push Spek's right arm high up, preventing him from pulling it back.

He continued leisurely:

For A-Cheng, battle is proof of his imperfect existence.

"For people living in your world, victory or defeat is an act of risking everything to take the life of the opponent."

"Therefore, in your battles, ambushes, trickery, and the use of weapons are all OK."

"But what I want to do is not your fighting..."

Mushi grinned, his body trembling with excitement. "All I want to do is destroy my opponents' bodies and break their bones!"

Swish!
Mu Shi strode forward, stepping on Spek's right leg with one foot, while leaning forward and twisting Spek's right arm to the side.

Click!

Spek's right arm—shoulder, elbow, and wrist—dislocated simultaneously in an instant.

……

……

"His muscular right arm was dislocated in an instant."

The chubby referee continued to recall.

"That's a variation of 'joint techniques' that's common in combat sports—its appearance means the outcome is already decided."

"But imagine if there were no rules to limit it, and joint locks were allowed to be used freely, what would happen?"

"In short, it was a rather eerie sound, like a 'click' or a 'smack'."

"...Huh? You're asking me, isn't that just a typical 'violent attack by a Jiu-Jitsu master'?"

The chubby uncle scratched his head, "Hmm~~~~"

"As expected, you still don't understand why Mitsuyo Koishi is called a 'weirdo'."

"Damaging human bodies in battle allows Mitsuyo Koishi, who is extraordinary, to personally experience an unknown pleasure that ordinary people cannot understand."

"—In other words, he will experience a physiological reaction."

……

……

"Thanks for your cooperation."

Mushi threw away Spek's limp right arm, then bent down and grabbed the other man's right ankle.

Spek was thrown over, grimacing, and felt dizzy for a moment.

Swish!
Mushi stepped across, adopting a standing posture and assuming a variation of the "ground armbar" stance, embracing Spek's right leg and arching his back with all his might.

Click!

Spek's right leg was folded backward, and an open fracture was exposed on the inside of his knee, revealing a ghastly white bone.

……

……

The chubby uncle gestured.

"Mushi directly coiled around Spek, like a predatory snake. Spek seemed to try to resist, but..."

"Oh, what happened after that was really creepy."

"Whether it's Shiraki Cheng or Mushi Guangshi, they are both strong individuals who can make Spek taste defeat."

"But to be honest, after hearing about Spek's atrocities, it would have been better to have his bones broken by the 'Weirdo' than to let him fall in the fair and square battle of 'Fighting Spirit'."

The chubby uncle rubbed his chin.

"At that time, Spek's right arm and right leg were broken. I thought the battle was about to be decided, right?"

"But after that, Spek did something strange..."

He covered his eyes with his right hand.

"Then, in that instant, Spek threw a flashbang—it seemed to be one he had thrown earlier, releasing its most intense 'police flash.' Faced with that light, regardless of age or gender, humans would only act on instinct—"

"Curl up."

The chubby man's gaze sharpened.

"However, there is an unusual part in Mitsuyo Koishi's instincts: to him, all living things are collections of 'bones'."

"So, as he curled up, he reached out with both hands, acting on instinct, and used the force to break Spek's left leg!"

"But at the same time, Twilight Stone was affected by the flashbang and was temporarily blinded."

"At the very end—Spike flipped over behind Twistone, hooked his left arm around Twistone's neck, and pressed his chin against his wrist, forming a one-armed rear naked choke."

"Although it is an incomplete rear naked choke, with Spek's physical abilities, it is still a move that can kill quickly."

"However, Mitsuyo Koishi's moves are not limited to 'joint techniques'."

“I heard from an ‘unknown uncle’ at the Six Truths Guild Hall that Mushi Mitsuyoshi’s special skills were mentioned…”

The chubby uncle held out his palm and introduced:
"【Odd Attack】."

"—Master the 'massage technique' of judo rehabilitation and use it in the exact opposite way, using stimulation to add tension to the muscles, hardening the muscles and even compressing nerves."

"This move can prevent the body's muscles from exerting force normally, which can lead to bone distortion and even cause 'instant damage'."

The fat uncle whispered:

"At extremely close range, Spek was hit by this move, and his left arm was unable to exert any force, and he couldn't even control his five fingers normally."

"Mushi directly broke the single-arm rear-naked choke, while Spek looked completely bewildered by what had happened."

"Then, Mu Shi turned around, grabbed Speck by the neck, and used [Warped Strike] directly on his throat and cervical spine."

"The sound was a 'click'..."

"Judging from the noise, I guess even surgery won't save him."

……

……

Time returns to the present.

Spek's limbs and neck were broken, and blood kept gushing from his mouth and nose. After trembling a few times, he became still.

"Phew, thankfully I'm still breathing."

As an ordinary fighter, Mitsuyo Koishi really couldn't be bothered to take someone's life.

Since the other party is a death row inmate and will be given a proper trial afterward, I only need to teach him a lesson gently and not go too far.

"Hmm, thinking like this should be fine!"

Mu Shi wiped the blood off his hands, turned and walked towards Bai Mucheng, helping his swaying friend to his feet.

"Oh dear, be careful, you've gotten yourself into such a mess, you've lost several teeth..."

He grinned and gestured, "Want me to recommend a dentist to you? My teeth and Xiaoyuzhou's teeth were both fixed there, and the technique is pretty good."

"..."

The two friends chatted for a few minutes.

Subsequently, Wu Fengshui and Benbu Yizang from the other side of the hill arrived to meet the two.

"Nice to meet you."

Honbu Izō extended his hand and greeted Shiraki Shō and Mitsurugi.

This practical Jiu-Jitsu master looked at the dying Spayk lying on the ground, and recalled the two battles just now. He had a lot to say to the two people in front of him.

But before he could speak, Mushi Guangshi tossed Bai Mucheng to Wu Fengshui and then waved his hand repeatedly.

"I'm leaving now! Remember to keep it a secret for me. After all, I have to be a healthy and positive mentor, so I can't expose those little quirks."

"..."

After Mu Shi left, Wu Fengshui, with Bai Mucheng's arm around his, also turned to say goodbye to the headquarters.

The girl from the Wu clan blinked. "Goodbye, Uncle. I need to take Shiraki to the hospital, and then we'll continue our date tonight."

Bai Mucheng didn't refuse, spitting out pale pink blood foam, "Not bad, excellent."

Wu Fengshui continued to make arrangements, "If we're lucky and there's no broken bone or anything, we'll go to a hotel and book another room."

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Bai Mucheng: "This is bad, something's not right!"

But having just fought a fierce battle with Sibek, Shiramu Cheng was too weak to resist, whether he wanted to or not.

Under Wu Fengshui's persistent dragging and pulling, Bai Mucheng had no choice but to say goodbye to Benbu Yizang.

"Oh right, I need to get a business card from Motobu Izo."

"I got it for you!"

……

……

In the blink of an eye, the three had vanished without a trace, and even the referee from the Kengan Association left at the same time.

Izang from the main branch felt somewhat out of place, as if he had a lot to say but hadn't finished.

He lit a cigarette, took a leisurely puff, and muttered to himself, "Young people these days, they're still not mature enough..."

"..."

About five minutes later, the composed headquarters commander was almost arrested.

There was no other way; the Metropolitan Police Department had to send someone to check on the situation and take Sibek into custody.

If it weren't for the fact that the head of the unit was alert enough to hide in a tree first, they would probably have had to go through the process and be taken back to the Metropolitan Police Department for the night.

"call!"

The headquarters staff, perched on a treetop and concealing their presence, sighed softly, "That was close. It seems being too composed isn't always a good thing."

(End of this chapter)