Super Fighting Tokyo.

boom!

Billy stomped his foot on the ring floor, smashing the old rubber ring to pieces and exposing the concrete floor underneath, which was also cracked!

“DIE…”

After regaining his footing, a barrage of jabs rained down on Shiramu Cheng.

Bai Mucheng raised his arms to defend and dodge, and his arms became visibly red and swollen.

Even the jab, known for its speed, becomes like the tip of a claw hammer when used by Bili, each strike bringing excruciating pain that pierces to the bone!

boom!

As Billy inhaled after another jab, Shiramu Cheng found an opening to act, using the back of his hand to deflect Billy's wrist and then pressing his entire body forward.

Shiramu Cheng's right arm went through Billy's block, his left arm pressed down on the opponent's shoulder, and he used his waist, abdomen, legs and back to lift him up horizontally, preparing to throw him.

However, Billy had anticipated this, but did not stop him. Instead, he let Shiraki get close and, the moment he was lifted up horizontally, he raised his left elbow and struck Shiraki's temple.

This is a deadly move!

boom!

Bai Mucheng tilted his head slightly, trying his best to avoid vital points, but he was still hit on the side of his head. A bloody, throbbing pain spread, and his left eye instantly turned mostly red!

But to Billy's surprise.

It was a powerful blow that could have been fatal, but when it hit Shiraki, it returned with an unimaginable resilience, not at all like a blow that could determine a winner.

"—oh!?"

Billyton sensed something was wrong, but his body was still firmly held by Shiraki and lifted horizontally.

"You fucking..."

Bai Mucheng let out a low roar, his waist and abdomen contracting like a spring, aiming at the previously shattered cement ground, and slammed Billy down heavily.

Zangief O-Slam!

boom!

Billy fell backward onto the concrete floor, widening the already cracked surface and creating a spiderweb-like pattern of cracks around him!

Shiraki's throw would be a fatal blow even to an ordinary person.

Billy even bounced up before falling back down, lying on his back on the ground covered in blood and dust.

"……laugh--!"

Bai Mucheng exhaled a mouthful of hot, bloody breath, squeezed out bloody tears in the blink of an eye, aimed at Billy's neck on the ground, and stomped down hard with his leg.

Zangief Energy Stomp!

Boom!

A muffled thud was the sound of a foot hitting the ground, signaling that Bai Mucheng's pursuit had failed.

Billy rolled over, his posture like a feline predator, and leaped lightly from the ground. Suddenly, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, then licked the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, raised his head, and groaned hoarsely.

“DIE……YOBBO……”

……

……

In just a few dozen seconds of attack and defense, both Shiraki Cheng and Billy endured each other's deadly moves, the power of which was even enough to kill ordinary fighters.

Blood was flowing from both of their mouths, and their pupils were surrounded by bloodshot veins, making the atmosphere increasingly bloody and terrifying.

Not far from the ring, Kiyoaki Aguya and Shunka Hiyama were watching this unexpected Kengan match.

“YOBBO is slang for ‘weak’.”

Hiyama explained to Akoya, "That foreigner named Billy has never respected the Kengan Association from the beginning!"

"...That's not important."

Akoya untied his gi and changed his clothes on the spot, muttering in a deep voice, "Since he's a member of IDEAL, I must carry out justice against him."

"We must not let him get away! We must not... absolutely not..."

……

……

"DIE...DIE! DIE..."

Billy grinned, his teeth agape, and he spat out words that tasted of blood.

His bloodshot eyes darted around, locking onto Shiramu Cheng's neck, intending to break it with the next strike and end the battle.

Swish!

Billy feinted with a low kick, his right middle finger slightly protruding, while simultaneously striking Shiraki's Adam's apple.

According to Billy, based on their previous encounters, Shiraki Cheng is good at counter-attacking and his speed is definitely not as fast as his killing technique!

However, to Billy's surprise, just as his right fist was about to strike, Shiraki Cheng swung his fist down with great force, meeting Billy's fist head-on.

[Long o collarbone breakage]!

boom!

The two fists collided, and Billyton felt his arm go numb. He cried out "OH" and stepped back, looking up at Shiramu Cheng with surprise.

Bai Mucheng's eyes trembled rapidly with small amplitude, blood vessels appeared in the whites of his eyes, and even more blood flowed from his mouth and nose!

All engines are running!

By forcibly controlling the body with consciousness and achieving unity of knowledge and action, the fluidity of one's movements is elevated to the limit!

Wow!

Billy was somewhat surprised by Shiramu Cheng's state, but quickly understood, "You did the right thing. If you hadn't come to me with murderous intent, you would have easily died..."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng spat out a mouthful of blood and grinned maliciously, "This is not killing intent, but rather the fighting style that comes from 'me'."

"..."

Billy didn't understand, and the next second—

Ode!

[Battle Aura Bursts Out with Shock!]

Shiraki Cheng stepped forward and threw a fast straight punch. After Billy dodged it, Shiraki Cheng rolled to the ground and then launched a series of spinning kicks forward.

[Jamie O's explosive comeback!]

The relentless barrage of kicks left Billy with no opening to retaliate; any attempt to force a counterattack would only result in him taking a hit first.

Should we trade injuries for injuries? Or what?

Without much hesitation, Billy had already made his decision.

Snapped!

Shiraki slapped the ground and stood up. The moment he finished lifting his waist, his right arm was already pulled back and gripped tightly as he aimed and swung it out with all his might.

Guile's Burning Straight Punch!

Swish!

The fist grazed Billy's black ear, leaving a trace of blood.

Shiraki Cheng's consciousness and spirit were elevated to the limit, his mind was highly active, and he was so excited that he could hardly control himself.

He could vaguely hear the teachings of another illusory figure.

……

That's right, to defeat a strong opponent, you don't have to force yourself to have murderous intent—fighting is not that simple.

I think fighting is just an upgraded version of kids fighting.

Think about the brothers you used to hang out with. Everyone had a different physique, strength, and preferred moves, right?

Therefore, you must anticipate your opponent's moves, devise countermeasures, and do your utmost in the battle between reality and psychology to win!

There's no need to be influenced by terrorists or other external pressures, nor to conform to any "correct mindset," nor to change oneself because of the opponent...

Go fight your own battle!

……

[Caracal] Billy's unique strength and ferocity brought this battle to the brink of life and death.

This is a fight to the death!

Bai Mucheng suddenly felt the illusory figure becoming clearer, and he knew that if he continued fighting, he would gain some insight.

Just as he was about to give chase, Billy suddenly kicked his leg and jumped backward, flying backward and crashing out of the court, where he lay motionless on the ground.

"...?"

Bai Mucheng was stunned.

Not only him, but also the other spectators around him, and even the referee from the Kengan Association, were caught off guard for a moment.

After a full few seconds, a flash of annoyance crossed the referee's face, and he announced with a forced smile, "The match is over! The winner is—Shiraki Cheng!"

"..."

No one cheered; there was only bewilderment, followed by anger at being humiliated.

This black-eared man nicknamed "The Civet"—Billy Greco—deliberately lost, insulting the Kengan fighters' ring with the most despicable act of match-fixing!

But he himself didn't care at all. He stood up from the ground and said leisurely, "There's no other way. If we keep fighting, it will just be a 'battle' for each other's lives. It's a life-or-death struggle that's completely different from a 'competition'..."

"I hate gambling, so I don't want to gamble with my life."

So, that's the end!

Billy raised his hands, looking at Shiramu Cheng with amusement, "You won, [Fighting Spirit]."

"..."

"Ha ha……"