Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 258 Summer has arrived~
Sikorsky surrendered and admitted defeat.

Downstairs, the police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department began entering the building in batches to detain the surviving criminals on each floor and to clean up the battlefield and the corpses.

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roof.

When the bear meat stew is cooked, it has a unique, wild flavor that wafts on the wind.

Gululu...

Some people's stomachs have already started growling.

Everyone set out their tableware, filled their bowls with a large, warm stew, found a comfortable spot in the summer sunshine, and began to feast.

"..."

Sikorsky had just been brutally beaten by the group and had lost his will to fight, so he surrendered without resistance.

After receiving temporary bandaging, he was given breakfast, which he ate quietly by himself, occasionally burning his mouth with the wound and gasping for breath in pain.

"..."

Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui sat cross-legged on the ground together.

The former looked left and right, then asked curiously, "Where is Wu Lei'an?"

Wu Fengshui swallowed the food in his mouth. "It seems that my brother lost track of Duo'er and is sulking by himself. It would be good to pack a breakfast for him."

Bai Mucheng ate until his cheeks bulged out, "Dor's knife is poisoned."

Wu Fengshui nodded, "It's a muscle relaxant used on death row inmates. It will only make them weak for a short while. The Wu family's bodies have developed resistance to the drug, so it will metabolize quickly."

The two chatted for a while when suddenly someone else came over. It was Yusa and Garuda, who also pulled Hongo Hime and Kozue over.

The four girls came to inquire about the "Kure no Sato Summer Festival".

Wu Fengshui suddenly realized, "So that's how it is. The summer festival in our hometown is indeed going to be held. Should we go back to participate this year?"

At this point, Wu Fengshui turned to Bai Mucheng and repeated with a grin, "Do you want to go back and participate?"

Bai Mucheng hesitated, after all, he still had to take care of the Douhun Martial Arts Hall.

Wu Fengshui blinked his black-and-white eyes and added, "After all, it's a celebration for a martial arts family, so there will be a special fighting arena!"

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

His eyebrows were raised and his mouth was stretched into a grin.

Shiraki Cheng: "Great, fantastic!"

Everyone's interest was piqued, and they were quite looking forward to this summer holiday.

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Before they knew it, the whole pot of stew had been eaten clean, and the next pot was already cooked. Everyone, some standing and some sitting, continued to enjoy the food.

As the meal progressed, led by the knife expert, the special forces soldiers began humming tunes and singing folk songs about summer.

The song, titled "Summer Has Arrived," is very familiar to everyone and has prompted many people to sing along.

"The fragrance of wildflowers wafts gently from the fence."

"The cuckoo arrives early, its melodious cry ringing out."

A soft, gentle voice drifts into my ears~ Summer has arrived~~~

"The rainy season is here and there, and the fields are soaked."

"The girl with the seedlings~ her clothes are soaked~"

"..."

"Don't waste this beautiful time of year—summer has arrived!"

The singing was melodious.

Oliva raised his eyebrows repeatedly and exclaimed, "Mmm~~ Great! Summer in a foreign country has a unique charm, and the food and sunrise are excellent too."

"Then I must thank you all for your help."

Beside him, Kaiya chuckled leisurely, "There are more criminals than we expected—it seems to be two groups. It will take our small team a long time to handle them, and we'll miss the sunrise."

"Fighting head-on is really not easy..."

At this point, Kaiya changed the subject, saying in a sinister tone, "But if it's an enemy to be assassinated, then it's very simple, since I can use the 'Black Passage'."

Upon hearing this, Oliva asked curiously, "Black tunnel? What kind of technique is that?"

Kaiya glanced at Oliva's rice bowl and smiled mysteriously, "I can't say more."

Oliva immediately pouted, "Ugh! So stingy..."

Driven by curiosity, Oliva approached the "knowledgeable old man"—Wu Huiliyang—and inquired, "What is Kaiya's black passage?"

"puff--!"

Wu Huili, who was eating, suddenly spat out a mouthful of hot soup. Her black eyes with white pupils rolled, glancing at Oliva and then at Kaiya, who had a mischievous grin on her face.

Wu Huili waved her hands repeatedly, shooing him away, "Go away, I don't want to recall that move at this moment!"

Oliva scratched his head, feeling completely bewildered.

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Some time later, at the Arizona State Prison.

While having lunch, Oliva hears the investigation results from the warden and learns the truth about the "Black Passage" he's been longing to know: it's an assassination technique that only the Earth God, Kaeya, can use.

Before the target sits on the sofa, hide inside, tear open the target's "back door," and quickly enter the target's body. It only takes four seconds to easily penetrate the target's body and finally exit through the mouth.

Oliva: "..."

Oliva: "..."

He lowered his head, looking at the lavish feast on the table, which contained over 10000 calories, and after a long pause, he finally lost his appetite.

Oliva instructed the warden, "In short, I don't want to see a sofa anytime soon."

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Time returns to the present.

Wu Fengshui, having eaten and drunk his fill, was standing up to stretch when he suddenly received a phone call from Kaiya's teacher, Honbu Izang.

The headquarters had considerable confidence in Kaiya's abilities and asked with a smile, "Little sister of the Wu clan, Kaiya is quite reliable, isn't he? How did he perform?"

Wu Fengshui blinked, looked at Bai Mucheng, then at Kaiya not far away, and decisively answered, "Kaiya lost!"

Headquarters: "..."

Headquarters: "...?"

After a long pause, the headquarters member asked again and again, "You mean, Kaiya lost?"

Wu Fengshui nodded, "Yes, yes, he was strangled unconscious from behind!"

Headquarters: "——?!"

This dignified master of practical Jiu-Jitsu was startled by Wu Fengshui's words. His old cell phone accidentally fell to the ground and was broken when he picked it up.

"hiss……"

The commander stroked his chin, a cigarette dangling from his lips, head bowed in deep thought, mentally analyzing the battle situation—

Kaeya was actually defeated!
In other words, among the perpetrators of the kidnapping case, there exists a super-powerful enemy capable of simultaneously facing Kaiya and his other accomplices!

To defeat an overwhelming force single-handedly? What kind of monster would that be?!
What about the other four special forces soldiers? What about Shiraki Sei? What about Hanma Baki? What about the other reinforcements from the Wu clan?
Have they all lost? Or are they still fighting a tough battle?

Oh no! This is terrible!
The more Izō thought about it, the more worried I became, yet I also felt a sense of anticipation. I couldn't help but want to face the formidable enemy head-on, and my pupils began to tremble. I made a decisive decision without hesitation.

I'll go try it out myself!

Anyway, there are no clues about Liu Longguang here in Shechuan, so now is not the time to hesitate. We need to go and support Kaiya as soon as possible.

Whether it's Shiraki Sei, Hanma Baki, or the younger generation of the Wu clan, they are all indispensable rising stars in the current martial arts world, and we absolutely cannot allow any accidents to happen!
If it's just "fighting" or "combat," then so be it. The fighters who step into the ring are prepared for what's to come, and it's no one else's place to tell them what to do...

But if it's a "war of terror," then let me, an older generation, protect you!
Fortunately, Izou of the headquarters had a habit of being fully armed every day, and his body was covered with jujitsu weapons.

So he immediately said goodbye to the Aikido dojo in Shibukawa, hailed a taxi, and sped towards the hotel building.

Shibukawa Takeki: "...?"

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Wu Fengshui, of course, knew nothing about these things.

She heard the phone call end and assumed it was because it was too early and Izou was still asleep, so she stopped worrying about it and continued enjoying the breeze on the rooftop.

Beside her—

Shiraki Shō, Tokita Ohma, and Hanma Baki, three teenagers, are chatting together.

The first two are of similar age, while Baki Hanma has just turned eighteen, but since they are both fighters, there is no generation gap in their conversations.

"You guys are all very strong..."

Wang Ma clenched his battered fists. "It's strange, even though I'm exhausted, I still want to fight you guys."

Baki raised an eyebrow and sighed leisurely, "Haha, that's amazing! But I just want to be a little better than Dad."

The boy gestured with his fingers, winked and smiled, "As long as I'm a little bit stronger than that Yujiro Hanma, it doesn't matter."

Shiraki Cheng looked up at the sky, "I want to know 'what is strength'—I want to be able to answer this question during my travels..."

Upon hearing this, Baki and Ohma exchanged glances and blinked, their expressions both somewhat bewildered and impressed.

Shiraki scratched his head and added, "In short, let's just keep getting stronger, shall we?"

"I just want to know 'what it means to be powerful,' but what a pity it would be if I couldn't understand the answer when I met it, or if I didn't have the strength to feel it!"

"I can't bear to part with it, I really can't bear to..."

The three chatted and laughed, creating a wonderful atmosphere and making everyone feel exceptionally happy.

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After eating and drinking their fill, it was time for everyone to go home.

Sikorsky was taken into custody by the Metropolitan Police Department.

As they parted, Shiraki Cheng exchanged business cards with Oliva, receiving an exquisite American-style card and expanding his business card collection.

The group continued down the road and eventually bumped into Izou, who had rushed over, at the entrance of the building.

"Let me have a go too!"

With a deep, penetrating gaze and the air of a grandmaster, the commander of the main force lit a cigarette, surveyed the large group before him, and asked in a low voice, "Where is the formidable enemy?!"

(End of this chapter)