Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 99 Decisive Parry
Not far away, the referee looked towards the battlefield.

This referee from the Kengan Association has presided over no fewer than a hundred Kengan matches, including many battles between top fighters, making him a highly experienced individual.

Even he couldn't help but feel nervous at this moment.

Should the match be declared over?
When Katsumi unleashed his terrifying sonic punch, when Shiraki was sent flying and crashed to the ground, smashing the wooden crate—should he declare the battle over?
"..."

The referee was speechless for a moment.

He knew in his heart that neither Shiraki Sei nor Yuji Katsumi would ever agree with his verdict unless he was completely knocked out; otherwise, neither side would accept it.

But this is a Kengan match after all, and as long as there is still time, the referee will not watch the fighter get killed.

What should I do...?

The referee was momentarily confused and even began to silently pray that something would happen to confirm the outcome.

For example, going out of bounds?

The referee thought that although there were no boundaries in this match, if someone was knocked into the sea, he would definitely declare the match over.

Honestly, if I were facing Katsumi Goji's sonic fist, I would definitely be so scared that I would jump into the sea to escape, because it is just too terrifying!
……

……

"Shiraimu..."

Katsumi opened his eyes and watched as the blood-soaked figure lifted the broken wooden planks and slowly rose once more.

From a rational perspective, analyzing Shiraki Cheng's remaining strength, this might be the last time.

But a question suddenly arose in Yuji Katsumi's mind—

Can I beat him?

That man named Shiraki Sei, despite not having the same physique as Hanayama Kaoru, and even being slightly lighter than himself, was someone that Katsumi Guji simply couldn't imagine completely defeating Shiraki Sei!
"I didn't even have a chance to 'imagine winning,' I'm still too inexperienced..."

Yuji Katsumi clenched his fist, aimed at Shiraki Sei once again, and stepped forward.

Bai Mucheng's face was covered in so much blood that his features were barely visible. Only his eyes remained open, and his gaze was fixed on what lay before him.

“Brother Bai Mu, I won’t ask you what’s keeping you going—I won’t ask that question anymore.”

"But you should also understand..."

"With your current physical condition, you can no longer dodge or retreat. You will be hit directly by my next attack."

Yuji Katsumi moved to stand in front of Shiraki, the two of them only one step apart, within the maximum killing range of the Sonic Fist.

"Still not admitting defeat, Shiraki!"

Katsumi Yuji growled out the blood in his throat, seemingly to intimidate, but in reality, he was trying to convince himself, hoping to visualize his own "victory."

No matter how much Katsumi Ikuchi analyzed or what facts and reasons he presented, the scene of victory remained incredibly blurry.

why?
It was Bai Mucheng who was pushed to the limit. His body was teetering on the brink of collapse and could be completely destroyed by the next blow, even losing his life.

But Katsumi Yuchi just felt that "victory" was so far away from him, he couldn't see it clearly at all!

As he thought this, he glanced around and noticed the looks in the eyes of the audience.

Clearly, the onlookers all felt that this was enough, and even Mo Tanghou and Wu Fengshui thought so.

Shiramu Cheng was already teetering on the brink of collapse, held up only by willpower, as if he would fall over at the slightest push.

Faced with such an opponent, there's no need to unleash the sonic punch anymore; the outcome can be decided simply, and there's no need to continue fighting.

But only the foolish Keji understood that it was wrong.

He was not facing some crumbling wounded soldier, but a first-rate fighter whom he could not even imagine defeating!

"Shiraimu..."

Looking at Shiraki's standing, blood-soaked body, Katsumi's gaze darkened slightly.

Let's fight it out...

Katsumi was enveloped by inexplicable pressure, and a thought suddenly popped into his head, which he couldn't stop. If he could just throw the next punch, perhaps he could clearly picture—his victory!

While Katsumi hesitated, Shiraki had already raised his arms again, started the engine again, and stared intently at what was in front of him through his arms.

"Shiroki!"

With a loud shout, Katsumi Yuji coordinated all eight joints and unleashed a sonic punch!

Snapped!
After the punch landed, amidst the pleasant sound of the air exploding, one could vaguely hear something "shattering".

—?!

The onlookers' eyes widened immediately, and they subconsciously looked at Bai Mucheng, all thinking that Bai Mucheng's swaying body had been completely shattered.

But that's not right!
Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Shiraki Cheng used his left wrist to deflect Katsumi's fist, changing its direction so that the fist grazed his cheek.

Swish!
The sharp, sonic punch tore open the skin on one side of Shiramu Cheng's face, causing blood to gush out instantly, but that was all; the full power was not unleashed.

"..."

At the moment the fist was deflected, Katsumi "heard" it.

He could hear the crisp sound of his already incredibly blurry "victory" shattering completely!

Shiraki successfully blocked the Sonic Punch!

In a near-death state, facing a fist that could shatter his life, Shiraki Cheng pushed his willpower to the limit and finally grasped the profound meaning of that brief moment.

All engines are running.

[Aura Parry]!!!
That was a parry that could only last for a moment—the most extreme parry that Shiramu Cheng could achieve!
"..."

"I can't imagine... me winning..."

Yuji was almost out of strength, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and he shouted with his last bit of strength.

"White Wood!"

Snapped!
Another rapid right punch landed, the third time aimed at Shiramu Cheng.

Shiraki Sei's left arm rose upwards, colliding with Guji Katsumi's wrist, completely deflecting the power of the sonic punch and causing Guji Katsumi to swing upwards in the air.

[Fighting Spirit Parry Precision Defense]!
Katsumi's punch missed, his movements became extremely stiff, and his frontal defenses were wide open.

Bai Mucheng shouted loudly, his vision already a blood-red blur, but he didn't need to aim at all, he just used his last bit of strength to unleash his fist.

Bang bang bang bang!
A series of heavy punches landed on Katsumi's face and chest, causing blood to splatter and sweat to spray like raindrops.

Yudi Keji retreated step by step, while Baimu Cheng advanced step by step.

In the end, with his back against the container and nowhere to retreat, he was met with Shiraki's powerful punches.

[A burst of fighting spirit strikes!]
boom!
Long's straight punch landed on Yuji Katsumi's chest.

Katsumi Yuji crashed into the container with his back to it, and was thrown forward again, whereupon Shiraki Shigeki punched him once more.

boom!
Shiraki took a half step back and threw a third punch.

Bang!

This time, it wasn't the sound of a fist colliding with a body anymore, but rather a slam into the metal container, creating a huge crater, with traces of blood still clinging to the metal.

"...?"

Shiraki realized he had missed, and in a daze, he opened his eyes to see that Katsumi had collapsed to the ground, exhausted and unconscious.

"Won……"

Bai Mucheng slumped against the container, slapping the metal with both hands. Blood splattered with a loud crash, and a hoarse roar erupted from his throat.

"—We won! Aaaaaaah!"

(End of this chapter)