Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 89 Uncertain [Battle Spirit]

On deck, the brief commotion subsided.

The mercenaries, who had already slipped through the net, were either beaten half to death or thrown back into the sea, and dared not cause any more trouble.

Most of the mercenaries were terrorists from Sada's side, but a few might be connected to IDEAL.

To avoid trouble from the Metropolitan Police Department, the gambling tycoon leader made arrangements to send people to clean up the mess in various places, capture the group of mercenaries and put them on the smuggling ship, awaiting further processing.

Meanwhile, the referees from the Kengan Association intervened and negotiated with Tonegawa of the Teiai Group.

Since the incident happened suddenly and the Kengan Association was unprepared, the referee hoped that Tonegawa could send someone to clean the deck and use it as the venue for the Kengan match.

Tonegawa agreed, and the men in black immediately sprang into action.

……

Before long, the deck was cleaned up.

Various miscellaneous items were piled up to one side, and even the bloodstains were wiped clean, demonstrating the efficiency of the men in black.

After completing their task, with Tonegawa's tacit approval, the men in black stopped to watch.

"..."

Katsumi greeted everyone and went to the other side to prepare for the match.

Meanwhile, Shiramu Cheng began to swing his fists in the air, gradually warming up his muscles and making them hot again.

Wu Fengshui, observing Bai Mucheng's warm-up, continued to offer his analysis.

“I don’t know exactly what happened on ‘that night’ that he was talking about, but in short, if it was Katsumi Ikuchi before ‘that night’, it might not be difficult to deal with him.”

"Just like dealing with Suedo Atsushi, we can finish the battle quickly with a fast attack before the opponent gets into the zone."

Wu Fengshui changed the subject and looked into the distance.

"Right now, just like you said, Shiraki-chan, that person has a 'surging' fighting spirit, so much so that it's about to burst out."

There are too many people who call themselves 'geniuses,' but too few who truly deserve the title.

"If that Katsumi Guji can truly undergo repeated transformations in battle, then—he can indeed be called a genius..."

Upon hearing Wu Fengshui's words, Bai Mucheng suddenly countered with a question, "Then what about me?"

"You're different now!"

Wu Fengshui waved his hands repeatedly, "Bai Muqin, you're not exactly a genius—at least not entirely. You have all sorts of random things to you."

"Talent, awareness, resilience, physique, belief... you give me the feeling of being 'unpredictable'!"

"Anyway, it's pretty light and easy, and I quite like it..."

Wu Fengshui was somewhat troubled, feeling that he couldn't quite describe it. "In any case, this match will be tough, so don't underestimate your opponent."

"..."

Bai Mucheng smiled and shrugged, deciding to remain silent for the time being.

He took off his shirt, shoes, and socks and handed them to Wu Fengshui for safekeeping, then walked forward barefoot and shirtless.

On the other side, Katsumi Uchi, dressed in the robes of the Divine Heart Society, had been waiting for a long time.

The two stood facing each other in front of the referee, just a step apart, their eyes meeting.

……

……

The crowd watched this scene unfold.

Unable to contain his curiosity, the Baku wanted to ask Gara for her opinion, but Gara glared at him and almost kicked him again.

Helpless, Baku could only turn to ask Koichi Yagyō.

Since it wasn't my first choice, traveling at night was inevitably a bit sour. "Lord Baku, I'm just an old man who knows how to make good coffee, why ask me?"

"..." The corner of the Baku's eye twitched.

After appreciating the tapir's predicament, Ye Xing spoke softly, "In my opinion, Lord Yuji is the better one."

The spotted tapir asked, puzzled, "Why?"

Ye Xing glanced at Mo Tang Hou and whispered, "They are both from the Shinshinkai Karate school, but even against Lord Mo Tang, you need to launch a 'quick attack' to gain the upper hand. I'm sure Lord Guji won't give Lord Shiraki that chance."

"..."

Clearly, Yagami Kouichi wasn't the only powerful person who thought this way.

Whether it was Galo, Yoruichi, or the gambling leader who was playing with a Rubik's Cube, they all tacitly accepted Yoruichi's judgment.

The gambling leader breathed in the sea breeze and sighed, "It must be over soon, right?"

Looking around the room, almost everyone with martial arts skills, except for Wu Fengshui and Maruk, shared the same opinion: the battle would soon be decided. Baku felt something was amiss, but couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Only Shigeru Akagi calmly lit a cigarette, seemingly in no hurry at all.

Baku asked in confusion, "Brother Akagi, do you think the outcome is still uncertain?"

"Hehe, maybe..."

Shigeru Akagi smiled and shook his head. "But at times like these, it's more interesting to speculate on 'another possibility,' isn't it?"

"..."

Those important figures are discussing it.

At the scene, there was also a nobody—Ito Kaiji, who had seen even less of the world than Kaji Takaomi, and therefore had only one simple concern.

"That guy named Shiramu Cheng, is he really going to fight that monster that almost smashed a metal plate with one punch?"

"Won't you die? Why do you still want to fight..."

……

……

It is clearly visible from the side.

In terms of height, Shiraki is slightly taller than Katsumi.

However, in terms of physique, Shiraki Shigeki, weighing 97kg, is still inferior to Guji Katsumi, who weighs 115kg, even though he has gained some weight!
"..."

After a brief exchange, the Kengan Association referee confirmed the condition of the two fighters.

"Alright, both sides, please take your positions!"

The veteran referee took a deep breath and unleashed his third and loudest roar of the night.

"Representative of the Gambler Club—[Ultimate Weapon] Katsumi Guji!"

"A showdown!"

"Representative of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy—[Fighting Spirit] Shiraki Sei!"

Shiraki and Guji walked back to back, keeping a distance of several meters between them, before stopping in place.

Coincidentally, the direction Bai Mucheng was facing was exactly the side with the most people.

He looked at Wu Fengshui in the crowd and suddenly laughed, "We've all had so much fun together, give me some more confidence!"

“…Eh!?” Wu Fengshui was taken aback.

Immediately afterwards, the referee raised his right hand and shouted, "Ready—"

"start!!!"

Swish!
Shiraki Sei and Yuji Katsumi turned around at the same time.

Katsumi Yuchi assumed a fighting stance, with his legs spread apart, his right arm slightly bent and extended forward, and his left arm held in front of him, facing the enemy with a sideways posture that minimized the area to be struck.

This is a standard Guji-ryu karate stance, perfectly combining attack radius, defensive coverage, and mobility!
However, to the surprise of Katsumi Yuji and everyone else present, Shiraki Sei did not choose any "stance".

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Bai Mucheng suddenly opened his arms, his ten fingers in a grasping motion, and stepped forward with his front door wide open.

"...?!"

Yuji Katsumi was taken aback, completely bewildered by what Shiraki was about to do.

Seeing that the other party had stepped into his attack range, he raised his hand and threw a straight punch at Shiramu Cheng's face.

boom!
Bai Mucheng crouched down slightly, using his relatively hard forehead to barely block the blow, but his skin was still broken, and a gash appeared on one side of his forehead, from which blood flowed freely.

However, Shiraki's steps forward continued unabated until he was completely close to Kuji.

"what?!"

An overwhelming sense of horror washed over Katsumi.

He sensed something was wrong, but it was too late to retreat. He could only deliver another palm strike, hitting Bai Mucheng's upper arm with the heel of his palm.

It was clearly very effective; Bai Mucheng's upper arm instantly became red and swollen.

To Katsumi's even greater astonishment, Shiraki Cheng gritted his teeth and swallowed the blow with a ferocious expression, while simultaneously reaching down with his arms to encircle Katsumi's thighs.

Hug tightly with both arms!

"Drink!"

The instant the "grab" action was completed, Shiraki jumped off the ground, spinning Guji Katsumi from front to back in mid-air, and finally slammed him to the ground backwards!
Boom!

What a powerful bomb drop!

The Zangief-Siberian Express!!!
(End of this chapter)