Super Fighting Tokyo.

Swish!

Komada slid forward and threw a left straight punch as a feint, the force of which hit Shiraki's face.

Bai Mucheng simply let his arms hang down, opened his eyes wearily, and looked relieved.

"……I see."

With bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, he suddenly laughed, "That's right, what Takashi wanted to teach me, and what Akagi said—I know where I went wrong."

“I forgot a feeling that I should have.”

“Whenever you're fighting, you should have that feeling, but I kept trying to avoid it—that's where I went wrong. Even if I had the upper hand at the beginning, I couldn't win; I would only keep losing.”

How can a fighting style that requires 'dodging and then winning' possibly compare to 'winning directly'?

"..."

Hearing Shiraki Cheng mutter to himself, Komada felt a sudden, inexplicable unease and decided not to say anything more.

He steadied himself and suddenly threw a powerful right straight punch, intending to completely defeat the madman in front of him.

The next moment—

Ode!

A sickening cracking sound rang out, and drops of blood splattered onto the arena.

The spectators stared wide-eyed at the scene before them, completely bewildered by what had just happened.

Komada maintained his right straight punch stance, and his fist did not miss, striking Shiraki Sho head-on.

However, Komada's two forearm bones—the ulna and radius—were completely broken at this moment. The broken bone spurs pierced through the skin and were clearly visible, making his entire right forearm half the length of its length!

"—Huh?!"

Komada felt a sharp pain in his forearm, his pupils trembled uncontrollably, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his body.

Bai Mucheng's forehead was also broken, leaving a gash. In addition, he suffered a severe blow to the head, and blood even flowed from the corner of his eye, mixing with the blood on his forehead and drawing horrifying red lines on his face.

"Komada-kun, does it hurt?"

"I almost forgot what...pain felt like."

Shiramu Cheng grinned, his mouth stained with blood. "I always wanted to 'dodge'—dodge Ryu's fists, dodge your attacks, dodge the feeling of pain. Even if I couldn't dodge, I still wanted to dodge, but that's why I missed my chance to win."

"In the end, how can someone who can't even bear a little pain have a chance to win?"

……

……

The gruesome scene left Yusa, watching from the sidelines, stunned and unable to comprehend what her brother had done.

"It's a 'counter-punch'."

Garuda answered, "There is a boxing technique that, through purposeful anticipation, allows you to strike first the instant your opponent throws a punch, using the time difference to achieve a decisive victory."

"The combined force of both punches not only affects the puncher's own movement but also returns the opponent's punching force, further amplifying the striking effect."

"..."

On the other side, veins bulged near Wu Fengshui's eyes, greatly enhancing his eyesight thanks to the Wu clan's special technology—Liberation.

She added, "In boxing, there's also a technique where you take a punch to the forehead."

"Shiraki combined the two moves, accelerating ahead of Komada the moment he threw a full-force punch, and rammed his forehead into Komada's fist."

"The combined force of the two created a tremendous impact, which ultimately broke Komada's forearm."

Wu Fengshui couldn't help but get excited as he licked his lips, "Speaking of which, whether it's 'standing stance' or 'sprinting steps,' Shiraki's technique is quite interesting..."

"..."

……

The three girls chatted enthusiastically.

Meanwhile, the two adults standing to the side—Katahara Metsudou and Akagi Shigeru—were discussing the matter from a different perspective.

"Hehehe, I wasn't wrong, was I?"

"Yes, it is indeed very beautiful." Akagi smiled faintly, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "I can now roughly understand the enjoyment of watching the so-called 'Kengan Tournament'."

Mie Tang quickly pressed, "What is it?"

"……smell."

Akagi uttered a strange word, then asked Metsudo, "Speaking of the most delicious thing, what do you think it is?"

Mie Tang chuckled and said, "If you ask me, the answer is meat, and sweets, of course."

"Hehe, that's true."

Akagi, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, said, "But for me, there are flavors I prefer."

"Take mahjong for example—there are some crazy guys in this world who are obsessed with this game and bet their entire fortune and even their lives on the gambling table..."

"Whether they are smart or stupid, their desire to win is equally intense."

"So, in that crucial game that decides the outcome, some people will fight tooth and nail, exhausting all their brainpower to make a decision, then hesitate and waver, and finally think, 'This is the one...'"

"Playing that card is like playing your own soul."

"—It's like eating a person's heart."

"Perhaps a punch in the arena, the moment it's thrown, can also emit the same 'flavor'..."

Shigeru Akagi finished his cigarette, looked back at the ring, and murmured softly, "It's over."

……

……

Komada's right arm was completely destroyed. Driven by excruciating pain and rage, veins bulged on his forehead, and with an impulse to beat Shiraki to death, he swung his left fist forward with all his might.

However, it is indeed over.

Komada's movements were severely unbalanced and distorted, while Shiraki, although he had little strength left and his face was covered with bloodstains, still maintained a steady stance and breath.

In Shiraki's eyes, once again, Takashi and Komada's fists came at the same time!

After "correctly facing" Ryu's punch, Shiraki Cheng's movements naturally changed in order to "correctly respond" again, and a new move took shape in his mind.

"call……"

Squat slightly to gather strength, with your legs in a lunge position. Extend your left hand forward for balance, and clench your right fist at your waist.

The instant Komada and Takashi stepped into attack range—

Bai Mucheng's legs suddenly pushed off the ground, his body straightened like a spring, and he threw a powerful right uppercut upwards.

【Rising Dragon Fist】!

The fist bypassed Komada's arm and struck his chest with a dull thud.

Boom!

Chapter Ten: Beware of Diamonds

Bai Mucheng clenched his fist and raised it upwards, unleashing a spiraling burst of power.

The fist embedded itself into Komada's chest, the protruding knuckles tearing through Komada's pectoral muscles, leaving a dark red line of blood in mid-air.

Swish!

Komada was knocked off his feet by the punch and fell heavily to the ground, the wound on his chest sloping up to his shoulder blade, revealing dark red muscle fibers, and bleeding profusely.

"?!"

The entire arena fell silent for a moment. Even the referee in the middle of the field was stunned for half a second before stepping forward to check on Komada's condition and then quickly raising his hand to signal.

"The outcome is decided! The victor is Shiraki Cheng!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng's face was covered in blood. He raised his clenched right fist high, but the silence in the room was not broken. A strange atmosphere permeated the entire underground casino.

As Shigeru Akagi said, this group of spectators did not come to enjoy a boxing match, so when the real winner was decided, these boring people naturally did not know how to face it.

Suddenly, someone broke the silence—

"Alas!"

Arisa raised her hand and cheered for the older man in the audience, finally feeling relieved.

However, this abrupt behavior instantly attracted the attention of many people, and Yusa suddenly felt a little embarrassed, shrinking to the side next to Garuda.

"Heh, no need to pay attention to those people's gazes."

Shigeru Akagi, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, comforted Arisa, "In the end, the idea of ​​what to do at what time is just a scam. It doesn't matter if you're out of step with everyone else. Just cheer when you want to cheer."

"Hehe, Akagi-kun is right, this is the time to cheer!"

Mie Tang nodded in agreement, clapping and cheering for the victory, even gesturing wildly, his energy unlike that of a withered old man.

……

……

Amid cheers from Mie Tang, Wu Fengshui, and others, the stagnant atmosphere gradually dissipated.

The doctor entered the scene, treated Komada's wounds after he collapsed and lost consciousness, then lifted him onto a stretcher and took him to a hospital with ties to the Yakuza for treatment.

After all, with the "Violent Countermeasures Law" in place, even yakuza establishments wouldn't dare to cause deaths casually.

As for Shiraki, although his injuries looked extremely severe, they were actually much less serious than Komada's, so he didn't need to be carried on a stretcher.

However, the continuous dodging and bursts of fighting spirit, coupled with the final decisive Rising Dragon Fist, left him with very little stamina, and he could no longer even stand steadily.

"..."

As he swayed, You Sha and Wu Fengshui stepped forward, supporting Bai Mucheng on either side and leading him to a bench by the side of the field to sit down and rest.