Super Fighting Tokyo.

Aguya steps forward and attacks, sweeping diagonally with his right foot.

Shiraki Cheng dodged to the right, but Aguya's superhuman reflexes found an opening. Aguya hooked back with four fingers of his left hand and inserted them into the wound on Shiraki Cheng's right forearm, then opened them with force.

puff!

The wound was torn open again, causing more blood to gush out, and excruciating pain shot through my mind.

Shiramu Cheng gritted his teeth, turned around, and kicked out a high-level spinning sweeping kick.

boom!

Aguya successfully blocked with his right arm, then threw a left punch. The fist rotated the moment it touched the skin, creating another gash on Shiraki's calf.

puff!

After Bai Mucheng's sweeping kick landed, another arc-shaped "blood line" appeared on the arena.

"Aha!"

Shiraki's movements continued without pause. He lashed out with his left elbow, striking Aguya directly in the face and breaking his nose.

Aguya took the hit head-on, grabbed Shiramu Cheng's upper arm, and swiftly swung out his other fist, slicing through Shiramu Cheng's chest.

Swish!

The instant his fist reached the limit of his arm span, Aguya turned and raised two fingers, stabbing back at Shiraki's chest wound.

Whoa!

Two fingers dug into the flesh, the fingertips sinking under the skin, drawing out thick, sticky blood.

The next instant, Aguya's left hand changed its movement again, spreading its five fingers and slapping Shiraki's chest, pressing him down to the ground.

boom!

With a muffled thud, Shiramu Cheng fell heavily to the ground, his pupils trembling violently from the shock. His chest was even caved in by Aguya's large hand, making it difficult for him to breathe.

These consecutive offensive and defensive battles were extremely fast and bloody, with blood even splattering off the stage, drawing cheers from the audience.

"Awesome!"

"it is good!"

"Kill him, Aguya!"

"..."

Aguya pressed down on Shiraki's chest with one hand, forcefully preventing his lungs from expanding and making it impossible for him to breathe. At the same time, he clenched his right fist and pulled it to its limit, tensing his arm muscles.

Seeing Shiraki's face, which showed no fear whatsoever, Aguya could no longer suppress his anger.

This is a test of justice, and he will not allow any criminal to be unafraid!

"Since you can ignore the pain, then I'll make sure you can never fight again..."

"I'll smash your temple with this punch!"

Swish!

Aguya's right fist slammed down, but Shiraki suddenly tilted his head, dodging the fatal blow. He then swung his right elbow horizontally, smashing it into Aguya's face.

boom!

Aguya was struck hard in the cheek, blood spurting from his mouth and nose. He staggered back several steps to the side before finally regaining his balance.

"……spit!"

He spat out half a broken tooth and glared angrily at Bai Mucheng.

Bai Mucheng stood up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled leisurely, and even lightly jumped a few times, his movements completely unaffected by the pain.

"Brother Aguya, don't joke around. My mind is perfectly fine, I can't ignore the pain."

"But pain is part of the battle, right?"

Bai Mucheng shook the blood off his arms and legs, patted his chest, wiped a bloody handprint on his shorts, and grinned faintly.

Although he looked terrible, upon closer inspection, Bai Mucheng was in excellent condition and was not affected in the slightest!

"Do you think you can win a fight with me with just these mosquito bite-like 'scratches'?"

"Brother Aguya, this isn't the crime scene where you're carrying out your vigilante justice, and I'm not a criminal..."

"..."

Hearing Shiraki's words, Aguya snorted coldly, "This is no longer a 'competition,' it's a just execution!"

No, that's not what I meant.

Shiramu Cheng shook his head repeatedly and rearranged his stance. "I'm saying, do you really think that 'beating up a criminal' is harder than 'beating up a fighter'?"

Aguya was taken aback. "What?"

Bai Mucheng's body sank slightly, and the surrounding aura slowly gathered.

That's a "mixed martial arts stance" that incorporates military combat techniques, originating from a fighter named "Luke"!

Luke prefers to call himself "coach" rather than "master".

"..."

Bai Mucheng's stance became more stable, cheerful yet extremely imposing, his eyes fixed forward.

"Brother Aguya, you've got it wrong from the very beginning—"

"Think about it carefully, and you'll understand. A fighter who focuses solely on learning how to fight is definitely much stronger than someone who is just a criminal..."

Chapter 129 The Stronger Side

When the skin is cut by a knuckle, there is a large amount of bleeding instantly, accompanied by tearing pain, but the bleeding stops very quickly at the same time.

Covered in blood, Bai Mucheng smiled as he set up his stand.

Stand with your legs slightly wider than shoulder-width apart, lean your body slightly forward, concentrate your weight on the balls of your feet, and slightly lift your heels.

With arms bent at a 120-degree angle, forearm muscles taut, right fist clenched in front of chest, leaving room to build up power.

The scapulae sink down, forming a stable triangular area.

The front foot is turned inward at about 15 degrees, and the back foot is turned outward at 30 degrees, with the stance poised to pounce, maintaining a dynamic of "always ready to pounce".

that's all.

This stance is best suited for breaking through an opponent's defense from the front and striking with the whole body, a fighting style that emphasizes quick and decisive attacks.

The person who showed this pose to Shiraki was a fighting coach named "Luke"!

Luke Sullivan —

During his childhood, Luke's father tragically died while evacuating civilians caught up in a terrorist attack.

When he grew up, Luke chose to join the army and fight against terrorist activities.

Later, with Guile's guidance, Luke chose to "fight his own battle," so he left the army, started a security company, and continued to fight terrorism.

Luke's journey has been filled with blood, tears, pain, and confusion, but he has also gained a lot, which makes him genuinely happy.

He is still "himself"—

Very competitive, never admits defeat.

In his spare time, he also likes to eat snacks, play games, and of course, "fighting".

{…}

The ink-wash painting-like silhouette outlines Luke's illusory figure.

He stood on the edge of the arena not far away, watching Bai Mucheng's fight, arms crossed and a hearty laugh on his face.

Welcome to the world of street fighting!

{Want to know exactly how to do it? Well, I can't really explain it myself...}

However, according to someone, a so-called fighter is simply a group of people who decide to fight their own battles.

So, since you're enjoying it, then go ahead and fight!

……

……

[Executioner] Kiyoaki Akoya cannot comprehend what is happening now.

His opponent, standing before him, was covered in blood—even if the actual injury was not serious, it would still cause him excruciating pain.

But the man named "Bai Mucheng" showed no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, he seemed to be enjoying himself!

He is very happy now!

That was definitely not due to physical illness or mental abnormality. Aguya had executed many similar criminals, but Shiraki was clearly not that kind of person.

For Bai Mucheng, pain was still pain, the kind of pain that made him grimace – an uncomfortable feeling.

What truly made Shiraki Shiro happy...

It's a battle with oneself!?

—A sudden, absurd thought popped into Aguya's mind.

How is that possible?!

These mere criminals, in the face of justice, actually dare to revel in it!

Aguya's face was gloomy, his anger surging like magma, and veins bulging on his forehead and arms.

"..."

The intense killing intent rushed towards him, but Bai Mucheng felt a sense of excitement and anticipation.

"Excellent, fantastic! Just making me bleed like before won't do, otherwise it would be too boring."

"..."