Super Fighting Tokyo.

"What fighters, gamblers... in the end, none of them can compare to bullets and missiles!"

"Compared to you laughable people, I am the true warrior. Death means nothing to me; I am not afraid of death!"

"Even the fiercest 'ghost' can have its head pierced by a bullet, or be burned by the heat of a missile..."

"My battle is not over yet. Sooner or later, missiles will fall on your heads!"

"..."

The sudden curses and provocations froze many people's expressions.

However, when Yujiro stopped and turned around, his expression was not one of anger, but rather a strange smile.

"Did you all hear that? The blind man with glasses said—his fight isn't over yet."

"Well said!"

Yujiro raised his hand and laughed, "In battle, even if you are battered and bruised, or even if you are certain of death, as long as you don't admit defeat, you are not considered defeated."

"Hey, Streiley! I once gave you the right to challenge me once a year. Regardless of whether the methods were fair or not, just do your best to scare me. You should learn from that blind man!"

"Swords, guns, explosives, nuclear weapons... fight with everything you can!"

Ode!

Suddenly, Yujiro slid forward and delivered a powerful kick, accurately striking Sada Kuni in the crowd.

boom!

With a sharp "crack," Sada Kuni's neck was shattered by a kick, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose. He flew backward and crashed heavily against the cabin wall, like a mosquito that had been swatted.

shuh...

Yujiro withdrew his kick and, amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, turned and left once more.

"Since you're still fighting, then consider it a challenge to me..."

"In the end, I won."

He walked back toward Stryker, passing by the fallen Shiraki and Katsumi, without stopping for a moment, as if something else was more attractive to him and he paid no attention to anything else.

To be honest, Strei had never seen Yujiro like this before, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "So, what happened that made you suddenly come to Tokyo?"

"..."

Yujiro glared at his old friend, thought for a moment, and sighed inexplicably.

“My son, Baki, seems to have reached the age where he can talk about love.”

Chapter 101 The Human Body

"...?!"

Stryker was stunned by what he heard, and didn't quite understand.

Baki? Yujiro's son? Romance?

Would Yujiro Hanma even care about something like this?!

While everyone was still in shock, Yujiro had already grabbed the rappelling rope with one hand, braced his feet on the rope below, and suddenly used the elasticity of his waist and abdomen to leap high into the air.

Ode!

In one go, he easily jumped several meters and grabbed the rope with one hand to stabilize his body.

The strength and coordination of his legs, core, arms, and even other parts of his body have reached an unbelievable and terrifying level!

Swish! Swish! Swish...

He then jumped three or four more times, returning to a height of nearly 100 meters, before finally flipping into the cabin and disappearing from sight.

As if receiving Yujiro's order, the pilot did not wait, immediately started the helicopter, turned around and drove away from the scene.

Stryton felt helpless. He rushed forward in a few steps, grabbed the end of the rope, and wobbled into the air, managing not to fall.

beep beep beep...

The military helicopter took off from the dock, arriving and departing in a very short time.

……

……

On the deck of the Espoovaru.

The group remained silent, watching the military helicopter depart. No one dared to speak first, nor did they know what to say.

The man who possessed the title of "strongest" appeared abruptly and then disappeared just as suddenly.

Whether it was Bai Mucheng resting his head on Wu Fengshui's lap, Yudi Keji being helped up by Motang Hou, or anyone else present.

At this moment, they all felt a deep sense of "bewilderment".

This strange feeling was finally shattered by a scream—

"Waaaaaah!"

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and the first thing they saw was the dented exterior wall of the cabin and a large patch of bright red blood.

In the pool of blood beneath the wall, Sada Kuni lay sprawled on the ground, his body convulsing and struggling involuntarily, letting out a piercing wail.

No one doubted that Yujiro could kill Sada Kuni with a single kick.

But Yujiro seemed to have deliberately held back, leaving him a breath so that this terrorist, who "claimed to still be fighting," could let out his final scream.

Sada Kuni's ears, nose, mouth, and eyes were bleeding profusely, and he was twisting in extreme pain. He had lost control of his genitals, and his appearance was extremely horrifying.

pain……

Sada Kuni felt an indescribable, intense pain!

He had killed many people and witnessed their ugly behavior before death, which he ridiculed, believing them to be nothing more than unenlightened cowards.

But when "death" actually befell him, Sada Kuni finally realized how terrifying it was.

So this is what death "pains" like?!

Sada Kuni coughed up blood and stammered, "I don't want to...die, I surrender! I surrender..."

"..."

Sada Kuni stopped convulsing and remained lifeless.

Seeing this, everyone on the deck couldn't help but swallow hard.

Baku slowly stepped forward, stepping over the blood spurting from Sada Kuni, and reached out to close his scarlet eyes.

"Without relying on words, one can expose lies and turn a fearless madman back into a normal person in the end, and make him surrender and admit defeat."

Baku sighed softly, "That's the strongest creature on earth, the strongest arm wrestler in the world..."

"..."

With the death of Sada Kuni, the gambling game ended, and this long night came to a close.

As for the rest, Bai Mucheng didn't have the energy to care anymore.

He lay on his back on Wu Fengshui's lap, his eyes slightly open, watching the people on the deck bustling about.

Baku is haggling with the gambling kingpin leader, Kaiji Ito is waiting for his reward, Kazutaka Hyodo is chuckling, Tonegawa is racking his brains to deal with the aftermath, Atsushi Suedo is looking after Katsumi Guji, and Shigeru Akagi is leisurely smoking a cigarette...

The "stationed troops" were coming to take over the smuggled arms, and no one could stay there for long, so the cleanup was done quickly.

Baku and the gambling leader discussed a lot, and it was clear that both of them had their own plans, in addition to the aftermath of the gambling game.

Of course, the gambling leader hadn't forgotten his private bet with Shiraki Sei.

He took out his business card and handed it to Bai Mucheng, saying, "I owe you a favor. This is my contact information. You can contact me directly if you need anything."

Bai Mucheng blinked in response, asked Wu Fengshui to help him put it away, and then went to sleep peacefully.

……

……

Dr. Hao Hongye is, after all, a big name in the industry, and his consultation fees are not cheap.

Therefore, this time, Wu Fengshui asked the Wu clan for help to send Bai Mucheng to a hospital with Wu clan connections, where he also received proper treatment.

Bai Mucheng stayed in the hospital for a week, then went home to recuperate with bandages all over his body, and another eight or nine days passed.

Meanwhile, the construction of the SC Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall was also proceeding in an orderly manner.

Through the introduction of Akiyama Kaede of the Nogi Group, Shiraki Cheng hired a reliable construction team at an affordable price to gradually build the venue's framework.

With nothing else to do, Yu Sha would stay on site to supervise the construction after finishing her studies. Maruk and Wu Fengshui would occasionally come to help and take care of Bai Mucheng as well.

The Baku also came once or twice, mainly to explain the aftermath of that night's gambling, including the ownership of the Espowaru.

Although the purchase rights belonged to Shiraki, Shiraki didn't have any spare money right now, and there was no need for him to buy a cruise ship. So, Baku and Nogi Group made a deal to cash out the purchase rights of the cruise ship at a heavily discounted price.

Even so, it was still a considerable sum of money, all of which was transferred into Bai Mucheng's account to contribute to the construction of the martial arts school.

Two or three more days passed.

……

……

That evening, after the construction crew had finished their get off work and left, the Shiraki family welcomed two guests.

One of them is Mitsuyo Koishi, a mixed martial artist and a very skilled osteopath who was introduced earlier;

The other was a boy with short, androgynous blond hair, a slender and strong build, and a handsome face; he was about eighteen or nineteen years old.

The two chatted and laughed all the way, each carrying a lot of gifts.

"..."

Arriving at the Shiraki family's courtyard and looking at the already taking shape Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall, Mushi Mitsuyo couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, that's amazing! Judging by its size, it should be even bigger than my dojo!"

He raised his hand to greet Arisa in the courtyard and introduced the boy beside him, "This is my number one disciple—Imai Kosuke."