Super Fighting Tokyo.

Swish!

Using his weight, Shiraki Shigeaki, along with Yuji Katsumi, fell backward to the ground.

Just before landing, Shiraki Cheng's right leg kicked out with all his might, striking Yoji Katsumi in the stomach and sending him flying, crashing heavily to the ground.

This is Professor Ryūsho's grappling technique—

【Longo Batou】!

Pfft!

Yuji Katsumi landed heavily, clutching his lower abdomen as he staggered to his feet, vomiting stomach acid and blood uncontrollably.

Even with his utmost attention, he could not have predicted that Shiraki Cheng would still be conscious enough to launch a throw after being hit repeatedly in the middle line.

The kick landed squarely, so hard that Yuji Katsumi lost his footing and vomited up both red and translucent fluid.

"Cough!"

The dazed feeling brought on by the intense pain made Katsumi Inochi unable to help but recall that legendary night not long ago.

At the tournament in the basement of Tokyo Dome, he faced the world's number one fighter, Kaoru Hanayama, and was also beaten to the ground and vomited, and was also driven to the brink of despair.

The feeling right now is exactly the same as it was back then.

Shiraki Shō and Hanayama Kaoru have completely different fighting styles, yet they are equally terrifying, to the point of being frightening!

After the battle, Katsumi suddenly noticed a detail.

I see...

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and endured the pain, then leaped forward and delivered a flying kick.

Shiramu Cheng retaliated with a sweeping kick, unleashing his right leg.

Swish!

The two men's right calves collided in mid-air, producing a muffled "bang".

The fabric of their uniforms and trousers couldn't withstand the impact and tore due to the kick, exposing the skin on their calves.

Surprisingly, both of them had similar scars on their calves.

It felt like my skin was being torn apart, with a wound that circled my calf. Although it was healing well, it still looked a bit creepy.

Yuchi Katsumi grinned miserably.

"This can be considered a kind of fate, since we've all fought against that Hanayama Kaoru..."

despair!

Yuji Katsumi stopped, took a deep breath, and his hoarse voice held a hint of anticipation.

"Brother Shiraki, would you like to try the last move I gave to Kaoru Hanayama?"

Chapter Ninety-Seven: Sonic Fist! (Next Chapter: The Final Battle!)

"Look...look at their right leg!"

One of the bystanders, dressed in black, was the first to exclaim in surprise.

All eyes turned to him, and they saw a conspicuous scar on the calves of both Shiraki Sei and Guji Katsumi.

The skin around their calves was clearly severely damaged, with large areas of skin lesions, as if it had exploded.

The newly formed skin is lighter in color, creating a noticeable color difference with the ankles and knees.

Among them, Yuji Katsumi's scar is shallower, while Shiroki Masaru's is slightly deeper, which obviously indicates that the recovery time after the injury is different.

Although they were all treated well, so that no unsightly wrinkles were left, it is not hard to imagine how horrific the injuries must have been; just looking at them is enough to send chills down your spine!

Could those extremely similar severe injuries have been inflicted by the same person?

Shiraki Shō and Guji Katsumi—what terrifying monsters did these two fighters, who fought to the death, face?!

……

"—Kaoru Hanayama!"

Mo Tang Hou bared his teeth and growled, uttering the name he could never forget.

"In the second round of the major tournament held in the basement of Tokyo Dome, Director Katsumi fought against Kaoru Hanayama and endured the 'grip strike' from that expert fighter!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Fengshui's eyes twitched involuntarily. "That foolish and ruthless man..."

Wu Fengshui did not witness the fight between Shiraki Sei and Hanayama Kaoru firsthand, but he had heard it from several other people.

It was a fierce and terrifying battle.

Even with his throat damaged, Kaoru Hanayama still stood firm, holding his breath and continuing to throw punches until he and the severely injured Shiraki Shoichi collapsed and passed out on the sofa.

Some have commented that the fight between Shiraki Sei and Hanayama Kaoru was evenly matched, but in reality, it's hard to call this a typical draw.

Kaoru Hanayama endured all of Shiraki Sei's blows, drank heavily, and finally collapsed drunkenly, suffocating.

Although it fits Hanayama Kaoru's fighting aesthetics, for Shiraki Shō, it cannot be called the result of a "battle".

Therefore, Shiraki Sei never felt that he and Hanayama Kaoru were evenly matched.

"...What was the result of that match?"

Wu Fengshui looked at Mo Tanghou and asked in confusion, "What was the result of the battle between Yudi Keji and Huashan Xun?"

"Director Katsumi won!" Suedo Atsushi took a deep breath and looked at Guji Katsumi. "It was he who defeated that upright and indomitable man!"

Upon hearing this, Akiyama Kaede asked in astonishment, "There was such a competition... So, in that night's tournament, Katsumi Goji won the final victory?"

"……Do not."

Suedo Atsushi shook his head in denial, "Gym Leader Katsumi fell in the next round—in his battle against [Fist of Fury] Retsu Kaioh, and the one who ultimately became the champion was a seventeen-year-old boy—Baki Hanma!"

"..."

Akiyama Kaede's emotions remained unsettled for a long time.

At the same time, Wu Fengshui gripped the railing tightly, staring intently at Yudi Keji's movements.

Just how terrifying must a technique be to defeat Hanayama Kaoru!?

……

……

Yuji Katsumi retracted his kick, stood still, and made his final breathing adjustments.

"Brother Bai Mu, I know you won't refuse."

"Let's settle this with this!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng remained silent, also adjusting his breathing. Beads of sweat mixed with blood on his forehead, spreading a faint crimson hue.

Katsumi's expression remained calm. "I have come to realize that, facing you, I cannot say for sure that I will win, and all I can do is use all my strength."

"Your strong will and unparalleled fighting spirit allow you to discard all unconsciousness and completely control your body in battle."

"You are really strong..."

"But I think the path to strength for me is to devote my whole being to karate, and to dedicate everything to martial arts."

Snap...

Yudi Kesi steps forward with his left foot, stands sideways, extends his left arm naturally forward, pulls his right arm back, and faces upward with his palm.

"And what I'm going to use now—the last move I gave to Kaoru Hanayama—is everything I have up to now, and the final summary of what I can do now."

"..."

Snapped!

Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out.

The onlookers were puzzled and looked in the direction of the sound, only to find that Katsumi had already thrown out his right fist.

When did he throw his punch? Why didn't I see it?!

"...Isn't the tone fantastic?"

Yuji's breathing became steady, and he spat out the blood foam from his mouth.

"A master whip practitioner can create a loud cracking sound in the air when he swings his whip."

"That is, the sound of the whip's end—the sound an object makes when it exceeds the speed of sound, that is, the sound of breaking the sound barrier..."

Katsumi withdrew his fist, his movements slow and steady, revealing even the way his joints moved.

"From bottom to top—link all the joints together, counting from the toes and big toes upwards."

"From the big toe to the ankle, from the ankle to the knee, from the knee to the hip, from the hip to the waist, from the waist to the shoulder, from the shoulder to the elbow, and from the elbow to the fist..."

"If we can successfully accelerate all eight joints at the same time, a 'miracle' can be created!"

Snapped!

Katsumi Goji threw another punch, still impossible to see clearly.

Even ordinary people who don't understand fighting can tell that it's not the sound of a normal punch, but more like the sound of a whip being cracked!

clap clap clap!

The repeated punches echoed through the night on the deck with strange noises.

"That is……"

Wu Fengshui, relying on her excellent eyesight, was able to barely see the truth.

What Katsumi Yuji did was to generate power from the ground and accelerate the punch by linking the eight joints in his body, thus increasing the speed of his punch to the extreme, eventually making it comparable to the speed of sound!

To truly execute this seemingly ordinary punch, one needs not only rigorous training but also superhuman athletic ability and unimaginable physical coordination.

Only that genius-level ultimate weapon—Katsumi Inochi—could possibly do it!