Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 250 Extremely Poor Compatibility!
call out!
A "capsule" the size of a grain of rice was spat out of Kaiya's mouth and flew towards Shiramu Cheng like a bullet.

The white wooden support held up the left arm to block.

Bang!

The shell, crushed by Kaiya, shattered into pieces, and the internal liquid flowed out, sticking to Shiraki's forearm.

laugh……

Bai Mucheng suddenly felt a burning sensation on his forearm, and even faint white smoke rose from it.

"hiss--?!"

He quickly tore open his clothes and wiped the liquid off his skin, but he already had some burns left, adding another scar.

"Is it sulfuric acid?"

Shiramu Cheng threw away his tattered clothes, shook his hands, and turned to look at Kaiya.

Kaiya explained with a laugh, "It's a capsule filled with sulfuric acid, which you hold in your mouth and then shoot out—it's a little trick that a teacher from headquarters taught me."

Bai Mucheng raised an eyebrow, still feeling lingering fear. "If I hadn't blocked it, it would have been terrifying if it had hit my face directly. He's a real old fox."

"Are you talking about the teachers from the main campus? Indeed!"

Kaiya grinned and said, "Speaking of which, back when Baki took this hit from me, he called me a skunk bastard!"

"..."

Faintly, Shiraki and Kaiya could hear a boy sneezing outside the window, seemingly from the rooftop.

Shiraki and Kaia exchanged a knowing smile, their menacing aura only intensifying.

This scene caused the people watching from afar—especially Sikorsky—to widen their eyes and feel an increased sense of pressure.

The death row inmate asked himself honestly, if it were him, he would never have been able to stop Kaiya from spitting out the sulfuric acid capsule when he was completely unprepared.

This move was too unexpected; he had never anticipated it!
Sikorski paused, a bead of cold sweat trickling down his forehead, and muttered subconsciously, "How despicable..."

Kaiya heard this exclamation and turned to give it a friendly smile.

"Oh dear, it feels really strange to be said that by a death row inmate."

Kaiya opened his arms and laughed, "I've heard that you death row inmates believe in using any means necessary, so you should be prepared—the other side will use all sorts of weapons."

"For example, like this..."

Suddenly, Kaiya bent down, pulled out a small knife, the blade gleaming coldly, startling everyone.

The knife was always hidden inside the military boot, making it extremely difficult to detect and readily available—a standard practice for special forces.

Sikorsky was stunned for a moment, "..."

Kazuo Yamashita was sweating profusely, still unable to understand the reason for the two men's fight. "A... a knife? Mr. Kaeya is going to use a knife on Mr. Shiraki?"

"Ah!"

Kaiya chuckled softly, then suddenly swung his dagger wildly, precisely tracing the area around Bai Mucheng's body. With his precise knife skills, he managed to cut only a few strands of Bai Mucheng's hair.

Suddenly, Kaiya turned around and threw the dagger.

call out!
The dagger transformed into a flying knife, heading straight for Sikorsky, and finally embedded itself in the concrete wall next to his ear, less than half a centimeter away!
"—?!"

Sikorsky was startled.

Even though he had already given up all hope, he couldn't help but feel a surge of rage in the face of such provocation, and he made a move to charge forward and fight.

But the next second——

boom!
A gunshot rang out, shocking everyone present.

Sikorsky stopped there, and when he looked up, he saw that Kaia had already pulled out a pistol, with wisps of smoke rising from the muzzle.

Kaeya fired!

He fired a shot into the air out the window, his nose twitching as he sniffed the smoke.

"For example, handguns, and similar things..."

Kaiya smiled leisurely.

This scene made Sikorsky break out in a cold sweat.

His intuition told him that the special forces soldier named Kaiya was definitely not an amateur who only knew how to use weapons to commit violence.

Having weapons and knowing how to use weapons are two completely different concepts.

Kaeya is capable of using a knife and a pistol!

"you--??"

Sikorski paused, his gaze shifting back and forth between Shiraki and Kaia, before finally giving up the argument and choosing to continue watching.

"..."

Seeing that Sikorsky had calmed down, Kaia stopped paying attention to him.

He turned to look at Bai Mucheng, his eyes curving into crescents. "Hahaha, I knew I couldn't scare you. These little tricks are useless; they can't deal with you."

"...And besides, I don't intend to use those."

Without hesitation, Kaiya tossed the pistol away, and it landed in Kuraishi's hands.

"This is not a battlefield, but a battle."

"I don't know when it started, but I've been called a master of 'environmental utilization tactics'..."

Kaiya spread his arms, gesturing to Shiramu Cheng: "Using pre-prepared weapons is an insult to the name of combat and cannot be considered 'environmental utilization tactics'!"

"here--"

Kaeya spread his hands around, "This environment I'm in—only by using this one condition to fight can we call it environmental utilization tactics."

"..." Bai Mucheng stood sideways, his left arm pressed forward, his right arm raised in front of his ribs, and his feet slightly hopping, assuming his habitual stance.

Kaiya stared at Shiramu Cheng's movements and continued, "The 'environment' I utilize also includes those within it—your and my bodies, consciousness, and even souls."

……

……

These formal words made Sikorsky frown. "That Kaia is playing psychological warfare again."

"...No, that's not right."

The only response to Sikorsky was from the hoarse voice of the King.

Supported by a skilled swordsman, the latter sensed the fighting spirit nearby and, wanting to observe the battle, reluctantly opened his eyes.

He stared at the stationary Kaiya and murmured, "Kaiya wasn't bluffing. Fighting him felt awful; it was as if he could see right through my body and my moves."

"No matter how I attacked, I could never hit him; it was as if my fists and feet would 'pass through' his body."

"Although I've met him once—and he had some ideas—it's still hard to find that feeling..."

Hearing Wang Ma's words, Yamashita Kazuo, who was originally sweating profusely, inexplicably felt a little relieved.

He helped support Wang Ma on one side, saying, "I have a feeling that Mr. Wang Ma's condition is improving."

"Is it?"

Wang Ma paused for a moment, then smiled faintly and said, "Then I must thank you all, including you—Yamashita Kazuo."

……

……

While everyone was talking.

Bai Mucheng could no longer contain himself. He pushed off the ground with his calves and launched a rapid punch forward.

[A burst of fighting spirit strikes!]
Ode!
A powerful, heavy punch was aimed at Kaiya's waist and abdomen.

However, Kaiya showed no intention of blocking; he simply stood still, waiting for Shiraki to attack.

Swish-!
The fist was thrown, but it seemed to pass right through Kaeya, without any response whatsoever.

Finally, the straight punch reached its maximum range, but the knuckles stopped in front of Kaia's abdomen. The force of the punch made Kaia's shirt flutter, causing Kaia to raise an eyebrow.

"What a powerful punch, but it's a pity it can't hit me."

"..."

Without stopping, Bai Mucheng shifted half a step to the side to adjust, and then quickly threw a straight punch forward.

[Luke's Weapon Suppressor]!
Swish!
The fist aimed straight for Kaeya's head, but instead passed right through it.

When everyone looked closely, Shiramu Cheng's punch stopped right next to Kaiya's head, as if it had missed its target.

"Ha ha……"

Kaiya smiled and gestured for another round.

"Aha——!"

Shiraki laughed back, finding it quite amusing, and unleashed a rapid barrage of punches and kicks, using fast-paced attacks to relentlessly bombard Kaeya.

Lift your leg high and push off into the sky, your heel striking down like a knife.

call out!
【Long·Heel Drop】!
Swish swish!
[Luke's Triple Impact]!
Light, medium, and heavy—three different rhythms, ranges, and forces of rapid punches, all of which passed through Kaiya's body.

Kaiya was like an unselectable "semi-transparent person," and Shiraki Cheng couldn't hurt him in the slightest!

"..."

After Shiraki Cheng Lian knocked him down, he took two steps back to catch his breath.

Kaiya raised her hand and smiled faintly, "I see, I understand."

Bai Mucheng tilted his head, puzzled.

Kaeya explained, "Before I came here, the headmaster told me about your fighting style—Shiraki Sho's."

"He commented that we were not compatible at all. I didn't understand at first, but now I finally do."

Kaiya looked at Shiramu Cheng and recalled in a deep voice.

"According to the instructors at headquarters, your fighting style is more inclined to exert self-awareness, relying on strong consciousness to control the body, and even being able to abandon 'unconsciousness'."

"It's called 'Engine,' right?"

"Such willpower allows for complete control over the human body, surpassing human limits. Even the teachers at headquarters are full of admiration!"

Kaiya hissed, "But that's precisely why, Shiraki Shō—you have absolutely no chance of beating me, even less than the chance of Tokita Ohma beating me!"

"This is not a technical gap, but a complete incompatibility!"

Kaiya held up her finger and gestured:

"Having been through many battles, I can see through the opponent's strong fighting spirit, thus predicting their next move and reacting accordingly."

"In other words, Shiraki Cheng, I can see right through your fighting style, which relies on strong conscious control of your body and even completely abandons the unconscious—purely relying on 'consciousness'!"

"Heh, I see. This battle was over from the very beginning..."

Kaiya spread his arms wide, like a true "God of the Earth," and smiled as he faced Shiraki.

"I can sense your consciousness and thus discern your actions."

Your fists and feet are completely ineffective against me!

(End of this chapter)