Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 249 From Battlefield to Streets
Tick, tick, tick...

Wang Ma was still dripping blood, bright red blood flowing from the corners of his eyes and mouth, mixed with sweat and saliva, falling to the ground.

Kaiya asked Shiraki to help Ohma up, then casually took out a bandage, wiped the blood off Ohma's face, and quickly and neatly bandaged him up.

Seeing this, Bai Mucheng raised an eyebrow and exclaimed in admiration, "As expected of a special forces soldier, your actions were so clean."

"It's just a temporary treatment; you should still go to the hospital afterwards."

Kaiya smiled faintly and shook his head, then turned to the other team members and whispered, "At ease—!"

Snapped!
The other four special forces soldiers were energized, took a step to the side, and stomped their feet to stand firm.

Kaeya indicated, "Take good care of this warrior; he needs rest now."

The tall Cangshi stepped forward, took the Wangma from Baimu Cheng, and helped him to sit down by the wall.
The twins examined Wang Ma's body and helped him apply further medicine and bandages.
The swordsman handed Wang Ma a pot of water, then took a sip himself, and with a "pfft," spat out a mist of water, which fell onto Wang Ma.

"Hey, seaweed-haired guy, you feel much fresher now, right?"

"..."

Wang Ma slightly opened his eyes, holding the Douhun Martial Arts School's business card in his hand, and looked at the four people who were taking care of him. He also noticed that Yamashita Kazuo was jogging over.

"Ha, these guys..."

Although his body was in excruciating pain, Wang Ma did feel much better—especially his mind, where his previously hazy memories were gradually becoming clearer.

Shiraki's words did indeed convince Ohma.

If you want to play again, you can do it anytime, anywhere!

……

……

"His mind and body have calmed down, at least for now."

Kaiya smiled, rubbed his stomach—the spot where Ohma had punched him—and muttered to himself.

"The Two Tigers Style?"

"I've heard from our teachers at headquarters that it's a comprehensive technique born in the lawless zone, abandoning weapon techniques and specializing in unarmed combat."

"It's so...beautiful!"

Kaiya looked up at Shiramu Cheng and couldn't help but praise, "Refined fighting skills, to me they're like 'weapons,' they look cool no matter how you look at them."

Shiramu Cheng raised an eyebrow. "Fighting techniques are the same as weapons?"

"the same."

Kaiya nodded. "For example, the 'God of War' Yuji Doppo, even if he doesn't use any weapons, his karate is far more dangerous than that of an ordinary person with weapons."

"Fighting techniques and weapons—the same principle applies."

"Depending on the different uses and purposes, we thoroughly remove the useless dross, and what remains is the 'essence'."

"The 'mission' of a weapon is engraved in its design, and the 'will' of a fighting technique can also be reflected in the fists and feet."

"The function has become part of the style of expression, which is why I think it's cool."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Shiraki was slightly pleased. "The strongest [Super Soldier] actually ranks 'fighting skills' and 'weapons' on the same level. It's truly an honor."

"I'm not an amateur."

Kaiya sighed, “I know a whole bunch of ‘fighters’ who can rival weapons, blunt weapons, knives, axes, daggers, guns, whips, and even bombs.”

"including you."

Kaiya looked Shiraki up and down. "According to my teacher, Honbu Izo, the 'fists and feet' you displayed in your battle against Spek could already be considered 'weapons'."

Shiramu Cheng blinked, even more delighted, "The old gentleman from headquarters even praises people behind their backs!"

Kaiya smiled and narrowed his eyes, "Indeed, I'm a little jealous of you. After all, the teachers at the main campus rarely praise people."

……

……

At the same time, at the Shibukawa-ryu and Kijujutsu dojo.

The night is deep.

The 75-year-old head of the school, "Shibukawa Goki," is entertaining another visiting master of practical jujitsu, Motobe Izo.

When he was young, Shibukawa Goki fought against death row inmate Yanagi Ryuko, and the two had quite a history.

Our headquarters came to investigate Liu Longguang, but we did not get any useful information. However, the opportunity was rare, so both sides naturally wanted to talk for a while longer.

“My disciple, Kaiya, is a genius.”

Sipping hot tea, the officer sighed, "He possesses a talent I lack: the ability to delve into the opponent's mind, see through their consciousness, and perceive their 'first step'."

"I recently met a young man with a very strong sense of self, who could even control his unconscious body."

Headquarters looked at Shibukawa and smiled, "I wonder how they'll get along?"

……

……

Lobby on the tenth floor of the hotel.

Shiraki Cheng lowered his head slightly, while Kaiya raised his head slightly.

The two stood very close, gazing into each other's eyes, their reflections of each other's faces in their pupils.

The strange aura mixed together further distorted the surrounding air.

"Gulp!" Seeing this, Yamashita Kazuo couldn't help but swallow again. "These two don't want to fight either, do they?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, the special forces soldiers' eyes twitched, but Shiraki Cheng and Kaiya waved their hands at the same time, laughing and putting their arms around each other's shoulders.

"Ha ha……"

The two laughed more and more heartily, prompting others to join in, laughing so hard their shoulders shook, some even for no apparent reason.

"Hahaha!"

Kaiya wiped away the tears of laughter. "There might still be some remaining perpetrators in this building. Let's deal with them as soon as possible."

"The downstairs area is clean now, let's continue cleaning upstairs."

He pointed upwards and proposed to the crowd:

"Judging by the time, the sunrise is just around the corner. City sunrises have a unique charm. How about we go up to the rooftop to enjoy it?"

"Great, fantastic!"

Bai Mucheng laughed and nodded, and the others also agreed.

Only Sikorsky's face was gloomy.

However, due to his serious injuries and inability to escape, and after being intimidated by the special forces soldiers, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow them.

……

……

The group continued upwards, clearing out the criminals on each floor along the way.

The enemy was few in number and had no hostages, so they posed no threat at all. The mopping-up operation was quick and easy, and they were all tied up and arrested.

Shiraki, Kaia, Ohma, Yamashita Kazuo, the swordsman, Kuraishi, the twins, Sikorsky—

Except for the last one, the rest of them were chatting and laughing, and soon they arrived at the seventeenth floor.

The area had been detonated by a bomb, leaving the open space in a state of chaos, with charred ash everywhere and a strong smell of gunpowder permeating the air.

"call!"

Kaiya put his hands on his hips and looked up. "The eighteenth and nineteenth floors were breached by that Oliva before, so I doubt anyone will dare to hide there."

"Now that the perpetrators have been eliminated, this terrorist attack has been completely resolved, and we can conclude our operations perfectly."

"..."

Shiraki Seiya put his hands on his hips and said, "So, this place is no longer a 'battlefield,' but just a damaged hotel building?"

Kaiya smiled, her eyes narrowing. "You could say that."

The two chatted amiably, walking as they spoke until they reached the center of the spacious seventeenth-floor lobby.

Seeing this, everyone else was stunned and immediately sensed something was wrong.

Shiramu Cheng scratched his chin and tentatively asked, "The damaged hotel building—isn't that part of the 'street,' right?"

"Indeed, and it was a rather dangerous street."

Kaiya grinned, his smile widening. "There are no rules, no discipline, no common sense, and most importantly, no distinction between 'friend and foe.' It's more terrifying than a crime scene!"

"..."

As they spoke, the two stood side by side, both with relaxed expressions.

A night-blooming wind blew in through the broken window.

"If it's not a battlefield, things are much easier to talk about."

Bai Mucheng grinned and tilted his head to ask, "Since there's no distinction between friend and foe, and the smell of gunpowder is quite pleasant, how about we have a friendly spar?"

Upon hearing this, Kaiya looked somewhat troubled. "What should we use to decide the outcome?"

"I want to know 'what is strength'..."

Bai Mucheng's arms hung limply, his fingers relaxed and spread out. "So, let's think about the outcome as we fight."

"Okay."

Kaiya pursed his lips, the corners of his mouth gradually turning upwards, unable to contain himself any longer, "No matter when, no matter where, no matter the opponent—let's just start fighting..."

"..."

Upon hearing this—

In the distance, by the corner of the wall, apart from Sikorsky and the exhausted King Ma, everyone else couldn't help but slap their faces, making a crisp "smack" sound, each one looking quite helpless.

The Wu family, the Metropolitan Police Department, and Arisa and Nozomi Tenma, who were outside the building, all felt the same way.

There's just no way to deal with them!
After disappearing from the "anti-terrorism battlefield," the two returned to the "streets," finally unable to resist the urge to leave.

Even if the two of them have already fought others, what does that have to do with the present moment?

Just as I thought!

Shiraki Sei vs. Kaiya —

[Fighting Spirit] VS [God of Earth]!

"Mmm—!"

Kaiya's face contorted in a ferocious expression. He forcefully clenched something between his lips, then suddenly turned to Shiramu Cheng and spat it out with a "poof".

(End of this chapter)