Super Fighting Tokyo.

Not far away, an assassin disguised as a spectator rushed out from the departing crowd, drew a sharp blade from his waist, and headed straight for Katahara Mitsudo.

Everyone was startled and was about to retaliate when they saw one person make the first move.

It's Sikorsky!

In fact, the moment the assassin made a move, he had already moved closer to him.

"?!"

The assassin was startled and before he could react, he saw Sikorsky throw three punches at his face.

Bang bang bang!

After the three powerful punches landed, the assassin did not fly backward.

But upon closer inspection, three chilling "bloody grooves" were clearly visible on the killer's face, located on his forehead, front of his face, and chin.

The gaps in the facial flesh in these grooves look as if they have been "dug out" alive, revealing the blood-red subcutaneous tissue.

puff!

Blood gushed from the ravine, and the assassin collapsed to the ground, his face bleeding profusely, unable to stand up again.

"Hmm, it seems I made the first move."

Sikorsky turned his head and looked around defiantly.

"Surprised?"

"But competitions, as the name suggests, are ultimately just 'competitions'."

"No matter how many times it is conducted, a drill is still a drill and cannot be compared with actual combat."

"A person who only slowly makes a move after hearing 'Ready, go!' cannot be called a fighter..."

Sikorsky spread his hands, lifted his chin, and smiled, gesturing to everyone.

"In conclusion, I won again!"

Chapter 153 Heroes

"..."

The assassin landed face down, the blood pooling in the ground, his buttocks sticking up, his body twitching occasionally before he fell unconscious from the excruciating pain.

Sikorsky shook his hand and looked at Mie Tang.

"What a dangerous old fox! Deliberately letting assassins get close, haven't you had enough of my fists yet?"

"So, what's your opinion?"

Sikorsky raised an eyebrow and smiled, “As you can see, I think I have the upper hand.”

"..."

Upon hearing this, Hao Angsheng twisted his wrist, grinned maliciously, and stepped forward, "Hey, you arrogant bastard, wanna have a go?"

But just as he was about to get into a fighting stance, he was stopped by Doppo from the other side.

Du Bu stepped forward a little, pulled the assassin up from the ground, and examined the scars and crevices on his face.

"Hmm... I see."

Du Bu tossed the assassin to the guard, raised his fist, slightly flexing his middle finger knuckle, and gestured:

"That powerful destructive force must have come from this part of the fist, right?"

"By using the protruding knuckle of the middle finger, along with your own finger strength, you can make these grooves by swishing them out."

Du Bu grinned, "No wonder he's a death row inmate who can climb a missile silo with his bare hands, his finger strength is truly amazing!"

"..."

Sikorsky lowered his gaze to Doppo, "And then? You look so relaxed, were you deliberately half a beat behind me?"

Doppo scratched his head sheepishly. "Well, since you're interested in showing off, I can't very well stop you."

Sikorsky chuckled softly, "You really dare to say that..."

The next moment—

Swish!

Sikorsky threw a punch at Doppo, but missed, leaving Sikorsky himself taken aback.

Didn't hit it? Why?

Did you miscalculate the wingspan? That can't be!

Dudu looked resentful. "Brother, there are too many people here, don't rush~"

"..."

……

Not far away, Pegasus Nozomi sat in a corner of the audience, silently observing this scene.

The good news is that she judged that the two couldn't continue fighting for the time being.

The bad news is that the reason why Doku and Sikorsky couldn't continue fighting was probably because they noticed that there were "others".

They are scattered throughout this underground arena!

"..."

Mitsuyoshi Muishi leaned closer and reminded Nozomi Tenma, "Nozomi, if you feel it's too dangerous, you can leave."

"No, thank you for reminding me, senior."

Tenma paused for a moment, then said, "In any case, things will happen, so rather than being kept in the dark, I'd rather have known from the beginning."

"Moreover, the fact that both Mr. Tokugawa and Mr. Katahara have appeared indicates that what is about to happen tonight will plunge the 'underground fighting world'—and even the entire 'underground world'—into turmoil!"

"And to be honest, I'm quite curious..."

After speaking, Pegasus looked around and surveyed the entire underground arena.

The audience was leaving in an orderly manner, but there were still a few people left behind in various places.

……

Shiraki Sei and Kou Momiji also did not leave.

Accompanied by the sideline doctor, they went to the nearest empty seats in the stands, where they sat to relax, bandaging their wounds while patiently waiting.

Besides them, there were other people...

Sitting to the right front are Kaoru Hanayama, who fought with Shiraki, and his younger brother Chiharu Shiba.

Not far away on the other side was Koukai Heihachi, who sponsored the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall, and his exclusive fighter, Wakatsuki Samurai.

Kiyoaki Akoya of the Metropolitan Police Department and his employee Shunka Hiyama were sitting silently in the southwest corner.

Hideki Nogi of the Nogi Group and his secretary, Kaede Akiyama, sat near the entrance.

Slightly to the left of the back row, there is a group of people with black eyes and white pupils; they should be the "Wu clan" from the feng shui lady's side.

--besides!

A white male with long blond hair and an extraordinary demeanor.

And following behind him was none other than the man who had previously caused a ruckus at the Kengan match—[Catman] Billy Greco!

Looking further to the side, in a secluded corner, sat a tall, white man, all alone.

That was one of the five death row inmates, the one who had caused Bai Mu to suffer—

Dorian!

……

"..."

The more Tianma observed, the more he felt he couldn't breathe, and a suffocating sense of oppression welled up in his heart.

Fighters, warriors, death row inmates, combat athletes, entrepreneurs, and even criminal organizations...

The sheer number of people gathered here is already a "legendary" event, not to mention that the real business hasn't even started yet.

"I have to say, it's really delicious..."

Sikorsky turned his head and looked at the huge spotlight on the ceiling.

"After the irrelevant people left, the smell became stronger, and the aroma of still-wet blood wafted everywhere."

"..."

Katahara Metsudo looked at those faces and grinned, "Interesting, interesting! I haven't felt this excited in a long time!"

Tokugawa Mitsunari looked grave.

He has Tokugawa blood flowing through his veins, and has been restless for days; now he is about to find out the answer.

If you're looking for a duel with the strongest, then this is the place to be!

……

……

Shiraki Sei and Kou Momiji, their bodies already bandaged, were lying back in comfortable audience seats.

Hao Hongye gently massaged her left upper arm, recalling her previous battle with Bai Mucheng; the feeling of "exploding" was still incredibly real.

"It shouldn't be like that."

Hao Hongye became more and more puzzled. "Even if it's a series of heavy blows, it will only affect the power of my deltoid muscles. It's impossible for it to give me the illusion of 'exploding'."

"Is it a method of striking?"

He looked at Bai Mucheng, seeking an answer.

But Bai Mucheng shook his head, "It was just a spur-of-the-moment idea, incorporating some techniques of 'power generation' and 'hard qigong,' but it's not fully mature yet, and I can't summarize the whole picture."