Super Fighting Tokyo.

That was a punch that could be considered the ultimate crystallization of modern sports—

Sonic Punch!

"..."

Wu Fengshui paused, then suddenly asked Mo Tanghou, "That boxer, how did he defeat Yuji Katsumi's Sonic Fist?"

Suedo Atsushi recalled, "Retsu Kaioh—before the Sonic Fist was used, he first used his breath to distract Katsumi Katsumi's eyes, and won the victory with his carefully designed tactics!"

Wu Fengshui understood, "In other words, even after defeating the Sea King who had defeated Yuji Katsumi, he did not choose to confront this technique head-on."

Suedo Atsushi nodded. "After all, that's a fist that could crush Hanayama Kaoru..."

"..."

Now that things have come to this, it seems that who is supporting whom is no longer so important.

Both Wu Fengshui and Mo Tanghou wanted to see the end and witness the outcome of this battle.

……

……

Facing Xiang Yuji, Shiraki Cheng assumed a stance, employing the battlefield fighting style of Guile, maintaining the [Engine] state.

Yuji could tell that they were adopting a defensive counter-attacking stance.

He understood that Bai Mucheng did not intend to delay or run away, but rather to defend and dodge!

"Brother Bai Mu..."

Yudi Keji stepped forward, his eight joints working in unison, and unleashed a rapid-fire punch.

Snapped!

boom--!

A crisp cracking sound, mixed with the dull thud of a fist striking a body, erupted together.

In an instant, Bai Mucheng was knocked back by the punch, his whole body flying backward and crashing heavily into the cargo box behind him, sinking in completely with a "crash".

With just one punch, he sent the 97kg Bai Mucheng flying and even smashed the wooden box behind him!

"Cough!"

Bai Mucheng coughed up blood, tears streaming down his face. Blood spurted from his mouth and nose, leaving gruesome bloodstains on his body.

The intense pain spread throughout his body, causing his trembling pupils to stabilize, forcing him to exit [engine] mode.

Will we lose?

Is he going to lose?!

Wow!

Bai Mucheng lifted the pieces of wood off his body to steady himself.

This was the last thing he could do with his remaining strength; it was the last time he stood up.

Chapter Ninety-Eight: 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 mind, which he couldn't stop thinking about.

Once you throw the next punch, you might be able to clearly imagine the moment of your 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!

"..."