Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 243 From Real Combat to the Arena!

On the opening day of the Tokyo Dome Underground Arena - Street Fighting Tournament, Sikorsky met Shiraki.

To show his respect for the "opening match", Sikorski made a special inquiry about the battle between Shiraki Sei and Kou Momiji.

Therefore, he did not take Bai Mucheng seriously.

It was nothing more than using a series of strikes to break through the gym doctor's muscles.

He was just a combat athlete—that's all!

Sikorsky imagined that if he were to encounter Shiraki Cheng on the street, he would have countless ways to kill him.

At this moment, the two were in a high-rise building—a complex urban battlefield that should have been more advantageous for Sikorsky, but the actual situation was quite different.

Despite facing the special tactics that had defeated the "Hero" Alexander Garen, Shiraki was able to handle them with ease, even using "parkour" to counter "finger climbing"!
"..."

Sikorsky reassessed the combat capabilities.

Very strong!

Moreover, it's that kind of elusive strength!
Seeing that Sikorsi Station remained stationary, Shiramu Cheng leaned down slightly, a smile playing on his lips. "Hesitating? Let me do it first!"

Pushing off the ground with their calves, they explode with force like a spring.

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!
Ode!
Bai Mucheng rushed forward quickly.

Sikorski was fully focused, waiting for the right moment to kick.

Swish!
But just as he was about to be kicked, Shiraki suddenly pushed off the ground and stopped, leaning back to avoid the kick.

Sikorski missed his shot, leaving an opening on his side.

Bai Mucheng stepped forward, twisted his waist and hips, and threw a powerful straight punch.

[A burst of fighting spirit strikes!]
Boom!
An extremely fast karate punch struck Sikorsky's side, causing him to howl in pain as he flew sideways backward.

"laugh--!"

Sikorsky gritted his teeth, his forehead veins bulging with pain, but he managed to keep his body steady.

He rolled backward, clutching his side, and staggered away down the corridor.

Parkour, wrestling, and then karate?
Their style is so varied that it's impossible to predict!
Completely different from ordinary fighters, it's like facing a gangster with endless tricks up his sleeve, yet you can't find a trace of his despicable nature.

Because what Shiraki used wasn't even a fancy move; it was all fighting techniques!

"call……"

Sikorsky exhaled a large breath of hot air and kicked a pebble backward as he fled.

call out!
Fist-sized pebbles flew straight toward Bai Mucheng.

Bai Mucheng let out a low shout and slammed his hand down, shattering the stone and knocking it down.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Sikorsky turned the corner and went into the more cramped corridor inside the building.

despair……

He leaped up, stepping on the wall, and grabbed the ventilation duct beam above him with his fingers.

The moment Shiraki caught up, Sikorsky's face contorted in rage. Anticipating the position of Shiraki's head, he twisted his waist and hips, and launched a spinning kick with both legs.

Swish!

Those two kicks were extremely powerful, aimed at breaking necks.

But the moment he kicked out, Sikorsky suddenly felt a chill in his heart, realizing that Shiramoto wouldn't be so easily caught off guard, so he quickly withdrew his strength and turned his hips.

as predicted--

He swung his left leg out, only to be met with two downward slashing hands.

Bai Mucheng stopped at the corner, raised his arms to gather strength, suddenly contracted his core, and chopped down with both hands.

Ode!
[Russian Double Palm Strike Unleashed!]
If Sikorsky hadn't pulled back in time, his left calf would probably be broken by now!

Even so, the two slashes on Sikorsky's left leg still caused him to grimace in pain, and his shinbone was probably fractured.

"—!!"

In a split second, Sikorsky gripped the ventilation duct beam with his right hand, grabbed the front beam with his left, and pulled downwards with all his might.

Wow!
The entire ventilation duct was torn apart by Sikorsky, and the iron frame mixed with smoke and dust crashed down on the white wooden support.

The white wooden support shielded his arms, allowing him to close his eyes and hold his breath to prevent dust from affecting him, and also giving Sikorsky some breathing space.

"..."

Sikorsky gripped the crossbeam, suspending himself above it to avoid the dust drifting below.

"This place is more suitable for me to perform than the ring."

He took a few deep breaths and looked down at the diagonal below with lingering fear. "In a place like this, I can think of just as many ways to fight as you can."

"In fact, you're the one who's at a disadvantage..."

"..."

As the dust settled, Shiramu Cheng opened his eyes.

The surrounding area consisted of dilapidated ventilation ducts, interspersed with sharp iron frames, but all of them were shielded by white wood, leaving only a few scratches on my arm.

"That sounds really good..."

He sighed leisurely, spitting out dust from his mouth, "If that's the case, why didn't you chase after me just now?"

Upon hearing this, Sikorsky gave a cold laugh.

"Humph……"

Sikorsky could never reveal the shameful truth that his legs were in too much pain and he was too scared.

That's it, let's fight!

Sikorsky frowned, then suddenly leaped down, delivering a flying knee strike to Shiramoto.

Swish!
Shiraki stomped his right foot on the ground, preparing for a rising dragon hook punch, his eyes fixed on Sikorsky's movements, a glint of shrewdness emanating from them.

[The Intent to Kill] See Through It!
The counter to this deadly flying knee strike is the Rising Dragon Fist.

However, as Sikorsky exerted force with his left forearm, the muscle texture changed, the way he exerted force changed, and his original killing intent vanished.

Bai Mucheng immediately realized that this move was definitely not a flying knee strike; it was just a feint!

As expected, Sikorsky grabbed a roof frame in advance, pulled it down with him, and then pulled on it halfway down to adjust his body position.

Click!

With this adjustment, the flying knee strike became a suspended sweep.

Swish!
Sikorski swept his right leg across, aiming straight for Shiramoto's head.

"Drink!"

Seeing through Sikorsky's movements, Shiraki immediately raised his arms, steadied himself by turning his body sideways, and used a wrestling technique to take the kick with the outside of his upper arms.

boom!
Sikorsky's right leg kicked the inside of Shiraki Sei's left arm, but he pulled Shiraki into his arms.

【Zangirf Tundra Storm】!
Bai Mucheng braced Sikorsky's right leg, twisted his waist and hips to exert force, snapped the iron frame Sikorsky was holding, and slammed him heavily to the ground.

Boom!

Sikorsky fell backward, his pupils trembling from the shock, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, covering his face.

"Uh……"

He had barely caught his breath when he opened his eyes and saw Bai Mucheng had already jumped up.

Shiraki extended his left foot forward and descended rapidly diagonally from mid-air, kicking Sikorski with a knife-like motion.

"Hey-!"

【Jamie Mech Assault】!
call out!
Sikorski rolled backward to dodge, barely avoiding the opponent's kick.

Boom!

Kneeling on the ground, he watched as the floor tiles he had just lain on were kicked to pieces by Bai Mucheng, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

No, that won't work!
If we keep fighting like this, we'll definitely be defeated!

"..."

Hesitantly, Bai Mucheng leaped half a step forward, rotated his body to use the momentum, and quickly threw a backhand punch forward.

[Jamie's Quick Spin Backhand Punch]!
boom!
The punch landed on Sikorsky's nose, and even though Sikorsky leaned back to deflect the force, his nose still bled profusely.

My whole face was so sore, and tears were welling up in my eyes!
"—?!"

At that moment, Sikorsky shivered and felt a chill run down his spine.

He suddenly felt a monstrous sense of horror about the white wood in front of him, far deeper than the crater in Siberia!
—It's a bottomless sense of crisis!
Is this what defeat is?

No, he didn't want to be defeated like this!

The person standing before me, Shiraki Sei, is clearly just an athlete active in the ring, so why is he so terrifying? How can he adapt to real combat without any flaws?!
Sikorsky couldn't understand these thoughts for a moment, and began to tremble all over.

His trembling was eventually acknowledged by the hotel's public address system.

“Sikorsky…”

It was the voice of a little old man.

……

……

downstairs.

A high-end black sedan drove up, and in the blink of an eye, a bald old man jumped out, dressed in a traditional kimono with the Tokugawa family crest tattooed on it.

It was none other than Tokugawa Mitsunari, the mastermind behind the Tokyo Dome underground fighting arena!
The old man heard about this from the Divine Heart Society, so he rushed over at full speed.

He darted over to the outdoor monitoring station in a few steps, startling Oliva.

"OH~~~!"

Oliva smiled. "Nice to meet you. You're the mastermind behind 'After Paradise'?"

Tokugawa smiled at Oliva, looking quite happy, then picked up the microphone and turned on the broadcast.

"Sikorsky, you're very popular..."

Tokugawa looked around and saw many people watching the battle, not only Oliva and the Metropolitan Police Department, but also the Wu clan, female fighters, and even some Shinshinkai disciples.

"You are free!"

Tokugawa laughed heartily, "Whether you choose to run away, fight, or surrender... whether you choose to fight bare-handed or use a weapon to break the rules, it's all your freedom!"

"There's only one thing—the audience is waiting for you!"

Tokugawa shouted in a deep voice:

"Now that these spirited warriors have met, the battlefield doesn't matter at all!!"

"Whether in Antarctica, underwater, on the street, in the arena, or on the battlefield..."

"Only through battle!"

"—The fact that we are fighting will never change!"

Tokugawa squinted and smiled, "Everyone says that athletes may be afraid of real combat, but conversely, combat experts may also be afraid of the ring!"

"Sikorski, do your best! Don't be afraid to step into the arena, okay?"

……

……

Sikorsky looked up as he listened to Tokugawa's words.

He looked at Bai Mucheng in front of him, his expression gradually relaxing from astonishment, and finally he gritted his teeth, frowned, and revealed a relieved smile.

"Ha ha……"

Is it really me who cares too much about the difference between real combat and the ring?
That's it!

The essence of this battle was not that I pulled Bai Mucheng off the stage for a real fight, but that Bai Mucheng pulled me back onto the stage from a real fight!
It's not about going from the ring to real combat, but from real combat to the ring!

If you think about it this way, you'll understand.

Sikorsky took a deep breath and suddenly felt much more at ease.

"The trembling has stopped..."

(End of this chapter)