Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 31 Battlefield and Slaughter
The office of Q-Lang is on the fifth floor of the building.

"The stance has changed?"

Ye Xing looked at the display screen on the wall and observed Bai Mucheng's posture, realizing that the opponent probably wanted to change his fighting style.

Really interesting!
In order to continue watching, Ye Xingdao said "Excuse me," then bent down, picked up the pen-shaped listening device from the ground, and put it into the side pocket of his suit.

Q-Lang asked in confusion, "Huh? What are you doing, Mr. Nightwalker?"

Ye Xing was very polite. "I accidentally dropped my pen. Please don't mind. Please continue."

"..."

It was just a minor incident, and Q-Lang didn't take it to heart.

Night travel leads to even more thoughts.

A pen-shaped listening device—this is not an everyday item; it requires special preparation.

Based on this, we can infer that the reason why "The Liar Eater" Baku came to this building to participate in the gambling game was not because he was invited by Q-Dragon, but because it was planned from the beginning.

In the yakuza world of this area, "Q-Daro of the Abandoned Building" is quite a celebrity, so it's not surprising that the Liar Eater investigated him.

However, [The Liar Eater] probably never expected that Q-Lang was actually a member of the gambling club.

In other words, the initial purpose of the "Liar Eater" was not the Gambler's Club membership, but something else entirely!

Could it be that the "Liar Eater" is still plotting "insubordination"? What is he planning to do about it?
He squinted slightly as he walked at night.

In short, this is a life-or-death moment for the Liar Eater and all those involved in this gamble.

The key to winning this gamble lies in whether and how to deal with the modified soldier Rodm, who possesses superhuman strength.
"..."

"Haha, Mr. Nightwalker is watching very intently!"

Q-Lang's voice broke through Ye Xing's thoughts.

Previously, Yagyou's high praise for Shiraki and others had made Q-Tarou unhappy, so he couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks whenever he had the chance.

"It's not like I don't know anything about fighting. Judging from that guy's moves, it should be some kind of karate style, right?"

"Mr. Nightwalker, are you still a karate fan? Hahaha..."

“That’s right. Both the ‘Shinshin-kai’ and the ‘Six Truths Guild’ are renowned karate groups. Gambler may have had contact with them.”

Q-Long chuckled sinisterly, "But even the most skilled karate master is ultimately just a 'human fighter,' no match for Rodham!"

"Do you agree with this, Mr. Nightwalker?"

"..."

Nightwalker remained noncommittal, his gaze drawn to the screen.

Q-Daro found it strange and looked at the screen again, then noticed the change in Shiraki's movement style.

Previously, Shiraki Sei typically stood with his body turned to the side, his left arm raised to defend, and his right arm bent at the elbow and raised – a solid and steady karate stance.

But now, after Shiramu Cheng readjusted himself, he has become noticeably more "rough".

Hands slightly outstretched, arms open, legs apart.

Calling it a "movement" would be too simplistic; but if one underestimates the opponent because of it, one will overlook the explosive power reserves within.

"...?" Q-Lang asked, puzzled. "He knows professional wrestling?"

Nightwalker shook his head to correct him, "No, it should be 'wrestling'."

Professional wrestling is a combination of drama and violence, with entertainment and commercial purposes as its goals; wrestling, on the other hand, is a competition of strength and skill, with rules and winning or losing as its core.

But then, Ye Xing frowned again and silently corrected himself.

That's not right either, it seems like both styles are present?

Professional wrestling, which represents popular culture, and wrestling, which embodies the spirit of sports, both originate from the same source: ancient combat.

Shiraki's stance subtly combines the two, creating a completely new fighting style.

"..."

coming!

Night Walker's gaze sharpened.

Rodham obeyed Q-Lan's command and suddenly sprinted forward.

Even from the camera's first-person perspective, it's easy to see that Rodm's sprint was truly as swift as a wild beast, arriving in front of Shiramoto in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Shiramu Cheng had just set up his stance, but a great deal of thoughts flashed through his eyes.

It's now!

Ode!
Bai Mucheng exhaled a breath of hot air, took a short step forward, and with his four fingers together, forcefully chopped forward in a hand-blade motion. [Russian Double Chopping Palm - A Burst of Battle Qi!]
boom!
Two karate chopes landed on Rodham's upper arms, which, while not causing any serious injury, did momentarily freeze Rodham's movements.

In a flash, Bai Mucheng took a half step forward, opened his arms, wrapped them around Rodm's waist, and leaned back forcefully, throwing Rodm backward.

[Zangief caught someone using a back throw!]
boom!
Shiraki Seimoto was already leaning against the concrete wall, so this throw smashed Rodham's entire head into the wall, embedding it deep inside!

"Gaa—gaa!"

Rodham struggled fiercely, his roars growing increasingly ferocious.

With a loud crash, Rodham broke free from the wall, and the camera angle shifted to look behind him.

At this moment, Bai Mucheng had already taken several steps back, blood beads inexplicably flowing from his nasal cavity, his eyes shining brightly.

Without the slightest hesitation, Bai Mucheng turned and ran, heading straight for the stairs.

"Go after them, Rodham!"

Q-Long gave the order, "Corner him into a corner, like a hunting dog hunting a rabbit, don't let him escape!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Xing, who was standing nearby, seemed to be deep in thought. "Is it really an escape?"

"what?"

Q-Lang was immediately annoyed. "If he didn't run away, what else could it be?"

Half-jokingly, Ye Xing said, "Maybe it's just a warm-up?"

"What a mess!"

Q-Daro gritted his teeth at Ye Xing's attitude, "That guy named Shiraki Cheng, although he changed his fighting style, that's all."

"Professional wrestling or competitive wrestling—it's all just a stupid monkey show!"

"This building isn't hosting any fighting competition; the nature of the event is completely different. Struggling won't help!"

"..."

Rarely, Ye Xing nodded in agreement with Q-Lang's statement, "That's indeed the case."

He stared intently at the screen as he walked at night, lost in thought.

If Shiraki Cheng doesn't take "this point" into account, he will absolutely not be able to beat Rodham.

……

……

Swish!Swish!
Shiraki and Rodham rushed up the stairs at an extremely fast speed, returning to the sixth floor in the blink of an eye.

After running to the depths of the sixth floor, Bai Mucheng finally stopped, his body covered in a comfortable sweat.

But the feeling of inadequacy still lingers, and my condition is not good enough.

After all, Zangief, like Long, was merely "teaching" himself, not invoking any divine possession.

During his run, Bai Mucheng's consciousness went into overdrive, mimicking the movements of Zangief's phantom. He gained some insights and urgently needed to verify them in real combat.

He stood still, waiting for Rodham to attack.

However, after waiting for several seconds, Rodham still hadn't appeared, which puzzled Shiramu Cheng.

What is...

Da da da da da!
A burst of gunfire forced Shiramu Cheng's consciousness to go berserk once again.

He saw Rodham at the other end of the corridor, holding a submachine gun, pulling the trigger and firing at him.

At that moment, Bai Mucheng suddenly realized that he was no longer in a fighting ring, but was about to face a life-or-death battle in a gambling game!

This is a battlefield; anything can happen!
Swish!
Shiramu Cheng dodged to a corner, barely avoiding the incoming bullets.

After the gunfire subsided, Shiramu Cheng did not feel relieved; instead, he felt extremely terrified.

He looked closely and saw a dagger being thrown with all its might, flying towards him.

Snapped!
Bai Mucheng used a slanted chop to knock the dagger away.

But what appeared before him next were the soles of two large feet.

Rodham sprinted forward, then leaped into the air, delivering a flying kick with both feet!

boom!
Shiraki had no time to block and was kicked squarely in the face by Rodham's feet. The combined impact of inertia and superhuman strength sent him flying backward.

Whoosh—whoosh!
This caused Bai Mucheng to crash directly into the window, shattering the glass instantly. Bai Mucheng flew out of the window and fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)