Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 91 Ten Seconds
Extend your left arm forward with a slight bend, place your right arm around your waist, stand with your legs apart, and turn to face the enemy.

—Katsumi Guji maintained this karate stance, remaining motionless even as blood flowed from his mouth and nose and his eyes became lifeless.

He suffered a series of blows, especially the initial bomb-like slam, which severely injured his body, made it difficult for him to breathe, and he couldn't shake off the dizziness in his head.

In order to regain a position strong enough to launch a counterattack, Katsumi Guji made a choice—

He wants to escape!

After forcibly forcing Shiraki back and dodging the thrown glass shards, Katsumi Goji regained his rhythm.

"That's...it's like this..."

As Katsumi felt the nosebleed gradually stop, he looked up and saw Shiraki Cheng once again bending down, ready to charge forward.

"Bai Mu, I'll show you what the ultimate protective technique is..."

"..."

The referee stepped back, and the game continued.

As Bai Mucheng bent down, he paused for a moment, shook off the blood beads on his face, and stared straight ahead.

The leg muscles suddenly exert force—

Ode!
With explosive power, Bai Mucheng was propelled forward, unleashing a swift and powerful punch.

[A burst of fighting spirit strikes!]
This is Professor Long's burst of fighting spirit, which is more agile than Zangief's and can also take advantage of the arm span, making its attack range wider than Jamie's Iron Mountain Strike!
Faced with this rapid advance, Katsumi Inochi had only one choice—

Swish!
He suddenly turned around and sprinted away, dodging Bai Mucheng's fist while also creating a distance of several meters.

While Bai Mucheng's burst of fighting spirit was indeed swift, compared to a short-distance sprint, it ultimately lacked stamina, thus causing his punch to miss.

"This……"

This unexpected scene left many onlookers stunned. "What on earth is going on?! It's like they're afraid, they're actually turning their backs on the enemy and running away?!"

Shiraki stepped forward, adjusted his direction, and charged towards Katsumi again.

But Katsumi gave him no chance at all, turning around and running again, circling the huge field.

While a quick initial charge may be fast, it can't compete with a proper sprint once the distance is widened, especially since Katsumi is an Olympic-level athlete.

"..."

"Both of them are so fast, but how could this be..."

Kaiji Ito was utterly puzzled. "Could it be that the karate master's ultimate technique is an escape method that allows him to run 100 meters in ten seconds—!?"

"..."

Seeing this, Gara sneered, "Tch, running away while spitting blood, what a disgrace to karate elites!"

But Gu Yi smiled slightly and said, "Lady Gara, too much strength leads to breakage. Your fighting style is a bit too fierce. You should be careful of your own safety."

The old gentleman looked at Katsumi, his gaze fixed on the fleeing man in a disheveled state.

"Well, it's more like taking refuge than defending, but there's nothing wrong with that, right? After all, he has indeed gradually 'recovered'."

"..."

Seeing that he couldn't catch up, Shiraki simply abandoned his initial stance and charged forward with all his might.

Ode!
【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!
Because he was in the inner circle of the field, the distance he needed to move was shorter than that in the outer circle. Therefore, after completely giving up the "starting move", Shiraki was finally able to quickly get close to Guji Katsumi.

The two clashed in close combat, and in the blink of an eye, Yuji Katsumi threw a punch.

But just as his fist clenched, it suddenly stopped in mid-air. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that Shiraki Cheng had struck first, stepping on Yuji Katsumi's instep.

boom!
Zangief Energy Stomping!
Despite his contorted face in pain, Katsumi gritted his teeth, grabbed Shiramoto's arm with his own, and threw him away with all his might.

One-handed over-the-shoulder throw!
This move was too hasty and did not cause any effective damage. It only made Bai Mucheng fall down and quickly get into a defensive stance.

But Katsumi did not pursue, instead staggering as he continued running, widening the distance once again.

"...??" The onlookers gasped in surprise. "Is he...is he going to run away again? Is he going to wait until he's fully recovered?!"

"..." Katsumi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The excruciating pain in the back of his foot eased slightly, his breathing gradually became steady, and his vision became clearer.

That's right!

He gritted his teeth and gave a bitter smile.

I'd rather run away with my tail between my legs than lose! Even if I look incredibly pathetic, everything I do is for victory!

Ten seconds left...

Katsumi looked at Shiraki, who was charging at him again, took a deep breath, and focused all his attention.

As long as I don't take any effective damage within ten seconds, I can return to combat mode!
Nine……!
Bai Mucheng strode forward.

Katsumi wanted to do the same, using a one-handed over-the-shoulder throw, but suddenly realized that Shiraki Sei didn't throw a punch, but instead slammed his back into him.

[Unleashing Fighting Spirit: The Supreme Fist!]
Ode!
Facing the impact of the broad back, Katsumi suddenly jumped up, placed his feet on the white wooden shoulder support, and landed steadily with a front flip.

seven……!
But as soon as he regained his footing, Bai Mucheng's eyes followed him, his bloodshot pupils locking onto Yudi Keji, and he turned around and swept his leg high.

【Long-style Whirlwind Kick】!
boom!
Katsumi raised his arm to block, but only for a moment. Even when they were locked in a stalemate, he did not consider counterattacking and chose to jump back to dodge.

Four……!
After retreating a few steps, Katsumi Yuji suddenly stopped, no longer exposing his neck and back, but stood still and rearranged his stance.

three……

Bai Mucheng clenched his fists, stomped his back foot on the ground and charged forward, once again closing in on Yuji Katsumi.

two……

He slammed his fist down, getting closer and closer to Katsumi's face.

one--!
Shiraki Cheng's fist suddenly stopped, hovering less than twenty centimeters away from Yuji Katsumi.

"..."

Katsumi Oji maintained his karate stance, looked at the stopped fist, then shifted his gaze to Shiraki's face, and suddenly couldn't help but laugh.

"As expected, Brother Shiraki, you're a truly formidable fellow. The smell is exactly the same as that from the fighting tournament!"

"You're right not to attack."

"I've recovered to the point where I can fight back..."

Katsumi Yuji tucked his chin slightly and murmured, "If you keep hitting me, I think I should retaliate with my newly learned 'fist'."

"Perhaps it's not as refined as my secret technique, but I still have some experience with it, and I'd really like to give it a try."

"This is a technique I learned from the [Fist Hero] who defeated me... It's a very powerful punch..."

But when Katsumi looked up again and saw Shiraki's eyes, his expression suddenly became helpless. "Hey, Shiraki, that eager look in your eyes, is it what I'm thinking?"

"...Yes, I want to try it too!"

Bai Mucheng grinned broadly, "Not bad, fantastic!"

Without changing his stance, he pulled his arm back again, continued the motion he hadn't finished before, aimed at Katsumi's head, and threw a powerful punch.

Swish!
Just as the fist was about to strike, Katsumi Goji initiated the attack first, his right fist hitting Shiraki Masaru squarely in the face, unleashing astonishing power.

boom!
Bai Mucheng's eyelids and lips trembled violently from the impact, and he was blasted away, falling backward with a "thud," blood gushing from his nose and mouth.

……

……

This sudden counterattack shocked the audience.

The Baku's gaze instinctively turned to its side—to "Galo," a master of martial arts from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign—seeking help with its eyes.

Galo narrowed his eyes slightly and replied in a deep voice:
"It's a martial art."

"That punch used a 'sudden strike' technique—it was a fist technique!"

(End of this chapter)