Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 275 Change of Owners
Neck clamp —

As the name suggests, it involves grabbing the opponent's neck or head and repeatedly shaking their head to disrupt their balance, which can then be followed by a knee strike throw.

This move is a classic style of Muay Thai, extremely fast and powerful, and once mastered, even a 205cm tall Dorian would find it difficult to defend against!
But when faced with the valiant Shibukawa—this 155cm tall old man—the situation becomes different.

"Haha!"

Shiraki twisted his waist and hips, exerting force rapidly, attempting to shake Shibukawa's head.

But Shibukawa didn't even raise his hand, his expression unchanged, as he read the flow of force from Shiraki's left and right palms on both sides of his cheeks.

Front, back, left, right, up, down, diagonal...

No matter which direction those two large hands exerted force from, Shechuan could always respond first.

He did not blindly resist, but went with the force of the attack and even twisted his body along with Bai Mucheng.

Swish! Swish! Whoosh...

The two swayed and staggered in place, creating a rather comical scene that made some of the audience members unable to hold back their laughter.

After each brief exchange of attacks and defenses, Shibukawa would chuckle to himself with amusement, "Heh~! Oh dear... what a pity! Haha..."

Bai Mu Cheng Huo Da, also carrying a hint of disbelief in evil spirits.

"It was I who caught you!"

He abandoned the action of pressing down on Shibukawa's head, relying only on his hands to lock onto the target, and instead aimed at Shibukawa's face, kicking his right knee high.

[Sagat Tiger Suspended!]
Swish!
Just as the knee strike was about to hit, Shibukawa suddenly widened his eyes and shouted, "You little bastard, I've got you too!"

The old man took a half step forward to the right, then lowered his waist and pressed down, while simultaneously lifting his hands up to press down on Bai Mucheng's two forearms, using them as a fulcrum to lift himself up.

Swish!
Shiraki, who was on one leg due to the knee strike, was flung off the ground by Shibukawa, his whole body flying in the air and spinning counterclockwise.

"—?!"

Bai Mucheng was shocked. Seeing that he was about to be flipped over again, he immediately used parkour techniques to adjust his center of gravity by kicking his legs in mid-air.

despair!
Shiramu Cheng rolled over and landed, his feet sinking into the sand. He staggered a few steps but barely managed to stay upright, standing behind Shechuan.

At this moment, Shechuan maintained his stance, his arms clenched into fists and pressed down, his whole being as steady as the Chinese character "稳" (steady), his breathing completely calm.

Even so, the old man still kept his back to Bai Mucheng.

This is a golden opportunity to launch a counterattack!
To the audience's surprise, Bai Mucheng did not pursue, but instead clicked his tongue in resignation and turned to walk off the field.

"do not fight!"

Bai Mucheng spat out a mouthful of blood and asked the girl on the sidelines, "Feng Shui, do you have any recommendations for lunch today? Where are you going this afternoon?"

"……Eh?"

Wu Fengshui blinked, not quite understanding.

Sonoda, who was standing nearby, was also surprised. "Why did you suddenly stop playing?"

"Look!"

Bai Mucheng pointed to his eyes; the tremor in his pupils had just stopped, and the bloodshot veins had not yet disappeared.

This is a remnant of the [engine].

"I almost got voted out, so I had to cheat using the [engine], and this is what happened..."

As Bai Mucheng spoke, he raised his left hand.

The people around immediately widened their eyes.

Shiramu Cheng's left hand was now hanging limply, his entire left wrist joint twisted and deformed, clearly indicating that it had been dislocated!

Bai Mucheng pouted, "We agreed to just play around, but I used force first. What a pity."

"...??"

Sonoda blinked, hesitated for a long time, and finally blurted out, "Doesn't it hurt?"

Bai Mucheng frowned and gritted his teeth, "Of course it hurts like hell!"

Sonoda blinked, still not fully recovered, when she heard another scream—

"Wow!"

The person screaming was none other than Shibukawa!
Even the master is injured?!
Everyone was startled and looked in the direction of the sound. They saw Shechuan holding his expensive tortoiseshell-framed glasses with his hands clasped together and facing upwards.

One of the glasses' temples broke.

It's likely that when the white wooden frame was overturned, its arms were clamped too tightly, causing the fragile natural frame to break.

Shechuan turned around, raised an eyebrow and pouted at Bai Mucheng, "You brat, this is the highest grade, you can't buy it even if you have money!"

The group looked at each other, speechless for a long time.

……

……

The tense and exciting atmosphere dissipated, and a relaxed breeze blew towards the ring.

The construction team took a break, and the judo club also rested. People started to chat casually about the "playful banter" between Shiraki and Shibukawa earlier.

"..."

Click!

Shechuan grabbed Shiraki's right hand and with a gentle touch, straightened the dislocated joint, restoring it to its original state.

Bai Mucheng scratched his right hand, clenched his fist and punched it a few times, feeling much more relaxed. "Thank you, Professor Shechuan."

Shibukawa tucked the broken picture frame back into his pocket and deliberately teased Shiraki, hence his somewhat resentful expression.

Shiraki Cheng: "..." Sonoda stepped forward helplessly and started to make a social gesture, "You two, what a wonderful competition... no, it was just a joke!"

However, Bai Mucheng put his arm around Wu Fengshui's shoulder and said dejectedly, "What a load of rubbish! Brother Sonoda, I haven't even had a chance to fully experience the power of the [Martial Saint] yet!"

Sonoda blinked blankly, but Shibukawa grinned.

"Ha~ha~ha~!"

The old man squinted and said, "Whether it's a game or just playing around, there are winners and losers, and that's just how it is. I just don't like losing to others..."

"So I'm sorry, Shiraki-kun, I've embarrassed you in front of your girlfriend!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Shiraki Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. "Teacher Shechuan, you are such a kind old man."

Shechuan felt a little embarrassed.

Sonoda was taken aback, not understanding why Shiraki would say such a thing.

Shiraki said leisurely, "Because even though I lost just now, if I want to fight again now, Teacher Shibukawa will definitely not refuse."

"Previous wins and losses don't matter; we'll fight if we want to."

"You'll try every possible way to knock me down, fling me around in the air, and maybe even stomp me into the ground..."

A glint appeared in Bai Mucheng's eyes. "An elder who dotes on young people like this is truly kind!"

Hearing this made Sonoda break out in a cold sweat.

Shibukawa raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Heh~ heh, after all, this is the rule on 'our side'!"

"That's what makes it fun!"

Bai Mucheng nodded, "Whether it's now, or tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after the day after tomorrow, the day after the day after the day after tomorrow..."

Shechuan listened with a smile at first, but his smile gradually stiffened.

He broke out in a cold sweat and waved his hands repeatedly to stop him, "Stop, stop, don't play around like this lately, it's too much trouble, I still want to enjoy the celebration!"

"..."

An old man and a young man joked with each other.

Yuanda, observing from the sidelines, forced himself to believe that the scene was quite harmonious.

But when he looked at Shiraki and Shibukawa, the look in their eyes left a deep impression on this Metropolitan Police Department Superintendent.

Despite being about fifty years apart in age and having different eye sizes, both of them had remarkably clear eyes.

At that moment, Morio Sonoda couldn't help but feel fortunate that he hadn't become a fighter or martial artist, because he probably would never have that kind of look in his eyes.

"..."

Sonoda thought that it would be better for him to be a good police officer and arrest dangerous criminals.

That's what I was thinking—

"White wood, feng shui, and cops... no, officers, we've come to deliver drinks!"

Several members of the Wu clan brought over a case of sports drinks and distributed them to everyone present. Wu Fengshui also gave Yuantian a bottle.

Sonoda: "..."

The inspector fell into a brief silence as he looked at the drink offered to him by the "dangerous killer," before finally choosing to ignore it.

Since these are all matters of the inner world, which ordinary people can't access, I shouldn't delve too deeply into them.

perhaps……

Sonoda convinced himself.

……

……

"call--!"

After finishing his conversation with Shechuan, Shiraki Cheng stretched and was about to go explore other places with Wu Fengshui.

Just then, Shechuan suddenly remembered something, took out a lighter from his pocket, and tossed it to Bai Mucheng. The lighter was very well made.

"This is what the Wu family guy gave me before. He said it's the proof of defending the title this year, and if I save it until the end, I can set off fireworks or something..."

Bai Mucheng understood immediately, realizing that the lighter was proof of the champion's status, and possessing it meant possessing the entire temporary arena.

As the first winner in the ring, Shibukawa Goki received the lighter.

It's a bit absurd, but also lively and reasonable.

Shechuan, hands on hips and squinting, chuckled, "I'm going to find a place to get my glasses repaired. You young people can have this thing to play with!"

Bai Mucheng hesitated for a moment, "But I lost..."

"Brother Shiraki, it's my word that counts!"

Shibukawa tilted his head, urging calmly, "Take it now! If anyone objects, either run away with your tail between your legs or fight them!"

Bai Mucheng paused for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and smiled.

……

……

The ring has changed hands!

(End of this chapter)