Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 270 is hard to find even with a lantern!
boom!
The burly man lying on the ground was kicked in the back of the neck by Shibukawa, causing him to cough up blood with a low growl from deep in his throat.

"Crack——!"

Chunnan coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face contorted in pain, and his thick limbs swung wildly, kicking up clouds of dust.

"Huh?"

Standing on Haruo's back, Shibukawa felt the struggle of the person beneath him and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and laugh, "You didn't faint? You're quite sturdy!"

The old man swiftly raised his right foot, using the outside of his foot as a knife, aiming at Chun Nan's head.

"Since that's the case, let's give it another kick!"

Swish!
Shibukawa's powerful kick came down.

Haruo was unaware of this, but just as he was about to be hit, the sharp pain in the back of his neck enraged him, and he tried to stand up by pushing himself up with both hands.

boom!
It was just a simple bracing, but it was like a gas cylinder exploding, making a loud bang and smashing two deep craters into the ground.

That bulky body, weighing over 300kg, used the momentum to jump up, leaping up like a gymnast, performing a full backflip, and landing steadily on the ground several meters away.

Swish!
On the other hand, Shechuan jumped up first to avoid it, then turned around leisurely on the spot, raising his head with interest.
"Haha, quite agile! Turns out you're not just a chubby little kid who only knows how to eat!"

Chun Nan became even angrier upon hearing this.

He clutched the back of his neck, grimacing and growling, "It hurts, it hurts so much! Don't interrupt my game, I haven't finished the new one yet!"

Desire breeds anxiety, and anxiety breeds anger.

Driven by extreme rage, blood vessels bulged on Chunnan's massive 315kg body, and his face contorted with rage, almost distorting the surrounding air.

When he encounters bad games, Chun Nan will vent his frustrations without restraint, and once even smashed up a small villa.

Now the anger is even greater, and both the ferocity and the destructive power have increased dramatically!
Just a stomp of the foot...

Boom! !
The brand-new sandy ground was trampled into a large pit, raising clouds of dust.

This is the strongest fighter in the gaming industry today—[God of Destruction] Haruo Kono!
Seeing this, Kono Akio couldn't help but grin mischievously. "Hehehe, well done, Haruo, just like that, you took down that old geezer!"

"I'll beat you to a pulp..."

Chunnan used the large pit under his feet as a starting point to accelerate, aimed at the thin old man a few meters ahead, and charged out like a chariot.

"I'll smash you to death!"

Boom boom boom!
The burly man charged forward with all his might, crashing into things like a rugby player, each step making a dull thud.

Shechuan, however, strolled leisurely, taking leisurely strides.

Swish!
The old man easily dodged the burly man's charge and waited with interest for his opponent to make a move.

"ah!"

Haruo roared and stomped his foot to stop. He turned around and threw a series of punches at Shibukawa, but he couldn't hit him no matter what he did, which made him angrier and angrier.

"Me? Me? I'm the strongest in the Himalayas! Whether it's a leopard, a bear, or a tiger, I can defeat them all! You old geezer, you're one too!"

Swish swish!
The rapid, heavy punches created gusts of wind, but at most only ruffled Shibukawa's clothes.

However, Shibukawa's expression grew increasingly disappointed.

"Sigh, I heard you're a famous Gurkha mercenary with a physique comparable to a sumo wrestler. I was actually quite looking forward to it..."

"I'll beat you to death!"

Chunnan roared and threw a powerful punch.

This time, Shibukawa lost interest in playing around and stopped dodging. Instead, he stretched out his right hand, grabbed Haruo's wrist, and thrust forward with all his might.

"Hey~!"

Swish!
In a flash of lightning——

Chunnan's massive 315kg body was flipped over by the force of his own punch, his whole body spinning at high speed like a top, and finally he was thrown backwards and crashed heavily to the ground.

Boom!

Dust and smoke rose, echoing with the loud laughter of Shechuan.

"Whoa! Whoa~~~!"

Shibukawa maintained the position of flipping Haruo over, with his back to Haruo, his right hand raised high, the last three fingers curled inward, and only his thumb and index finger extended outward, pointing upward to the sky.

He's clearly just an old man, but his agile and graceful posture is truly exceptional; you'd be hard-pressed to find one like him even with a lantern!

Swish!
Suddenly, Shechuan jumped up, baring his teeth and letting out a low growl.

"whispering sound!"

A powerful kick struck Chunnan squarely in the neck and chin, causing him to cough up blood and struggle wildly on the ground, unable to get up at all!
"..."

Off the field, Shiramu Sei couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Even though memories flooded my mind, only by witnessing it in person could I truly appreciate the dashing and handsome spirit known as "Shibukawa's toughness"!
Because of the excellent vantage point, Wu Huili also came over.

The veteran Wu clan chief solemnly explained, "Since the Meiji era, in the modern martial arts world, there are probably no more than ten martial artists who have truly integrated the principles of Qi into their own."

"The vast majority of them can only be used under 'conditional restrictions'."

"And Shibukawa Goki is probably the first person to be able to use Aikido in every real battle!"

"I've heard that there are also Aikido masters among the Kengan fighters, but they are still young..."

"..."

As he spoke, Kono Haruo had already stood up.

The Gurkhas from the Himalayas are considered the "strongest" – even when eroded by various desires, their physical resilience remains extraordinary.

But when Chunnan opened his eyes, he was stunned.

"what……?"

Due to Shibukawa's skillful and powerful kick, Haruo's brain shook violently inside his skull, causing everything in front of him to begin to distort and deform.

Shibukawa squinted and chuckled, "Being beaten like this, the scenery in your eyes must be distorted, right?" "It's time to draw the curtain..."

Shibukawa put his index finger in his mouth, took a small sip, and moistened it with saliva.

"That was a cool final blow!"

Swish!
Taking advantage of Haruo's momentary daze, Shibukawa leaped up, turning his fingertips into a sword, and thrust it straight at Haruo's throat.

"Drink~~~"

With a gentle touch, her fingertip pierced Chun Nan's throat, disappearing into the knuckle.

Chun Nan rolled his eyes on the spot, his mouth agape, frozen in place, streaks of blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

despair……

Shibukawa landed steadily, ignoring Haruo, and leisurely walked to the sidelines, heading straight for Shiraki to retrieve his haori and glasses.

"..."

Just as Shiraki was about to hand over the item, he suddenly noticed something and gestured for Shibukawa to look at the arena behind them.

Shibukawa turned his head and saw that Haruo had not fallen.

Even after suffering a sharp blow to the throat with a finger, the burly man remained standing, radiating an increasing sense of oppression.

It didn't come from the wounded "Haruo," but rather from something deeper within him—his instincts, or rather, his will.

Some viewers noticed that Chun Nan's body had become somewhat "thinner"!

"Ouch!"

Having met countless people in Sichuan, he immediately noticed the key point.

"So that's how it is. After being beaten unconscious, the body was rejecting 'desire' and thus accelerated calorie consumption, resulting in something beyond medical logic?"

"Hmm, this unhealthy 'masculine' physique reminds me of that 'monster,' what a bad memory. So unlucky~~~"

While Shibukawa was still sighing, Haruo had already started moving, taking slow steps forward.

Tap! Tap! Tap...

Since his eyes were still rolling back, it was unclear whether he was even conscious, but his target was undoubtedly Shibukawa, and he was about to approach.

"that……"

Seeing that Shechuan was still standing with his hands on his hips, Shiraki couldn't help but remind him.

Shibukawa, however, seemed to suddenly realize something, shaking his head and laughing, "Oh right, the battle isn't over yet, really... I even managed to land a cool blow..."

The old man grew increasingly troubled. "Does this mean I'll have to use an even cooler finishing move?"

immediately--

Swish!
75-year-old Aikido master Shibukawa Goki raised his right hand, fingers spread, facing Kono Haruo who was approaching step by step.

He had a smile on his face and a confident expression.

Then, his little finger slowly curled down, followed by his ring finger, and then his middle finger...

Shibukawa felt a surge of energy and wanted to clench his fist!

Such a scene stunned not only Bai Mucheng and the others, but also Wu Huiliyang, who was watching from the sidelines, and they couldn't figure out what this strange old man was going to do.

Are you really going to use your fists to fight?!
As everyone wondered what was going on, Kono Haruo had already walked up to Shibukawa, and Shibukawa was only left without his thumb.

Even though he had lost consciousness, the remaining warrior instincts within him were still driving Haruo to react.

He slowly raised his heavy fist.

At this moment, Shechuan finally gave a thumbs up.

At the very moment that Shechuan's "fist" was formed—without any visible movement—Chunnan suddenly went limp and collapsed to the ground.

Pfft!
"..."

The entire room fell into dead silence; no one understood what had happened.

Jab? Magic? Sorcery?

Shibukawa turned to look at Shiraki, and shook his right fist. "This isn't a fist, it's a cool countdown~!"

Seeing that Shirakawa was still stunned, Shechuan explained with a smile.

"The reactions that every human body will inevitably have, and the reflexes that will be triggered—there's nothing we can do about them."

"It doesn't matter what size you are, just find your weakness there!"

Shibukawa opened his right palm, raised five fingers, and smiled leisurely:

“I poked the fat guy in the throat and calculated the time. He only had five seconds left to move before he would suffocate.”

"..."

Hearing about this method of victory, Shiramu Cheng couldn't help but widen his eyes and murmur in admiration, "Indeed, it's more impressive than stabbing someone in the throat..."

"Ha ha!"

Shibukawa grinned, waved his raised right hand, and loudly gestured to Shiramu Cheng: "Hey, don't just stand there, use your hand!"

Shiraki raised his palm, and Shechuan swung it out forcefully, colliding with it with a "smack" that produced a pleasant, crisp sound.

At this moment, the host finally came to his senses.

"The winner is decided—"

"Winner: Shibukawa Takeki!!"

"..."

Shibukawa rubbed his stomach and gestured to Shiraki and Sonoda, "Phew! That felt good. I'm hungry, let's go eat. Sonoda's treating!"

(End of this chapter)