Super Fighting Tokyo.

Swish!

A sharp, cold glint flashed.

Mitsuyo Shige turned around and passed the bandaged monster, successfully dodging the attack by "grazing" the tip of the dagger. He even took the opportunity to smooth the end of his ponytail to prevent it from being cut off.

"?!"

She dodged it? That was a fast reaction!

He doesn't look drunk at all!

The bandaged man was startled and immediately focused his attention on his opponent.

However, the next second, he suddenly realized that he couldn't exert any force on his right wrist.

Looking down, one could see that his entire right wrist had been twisted and broken, with the internal bones severely misaligned and even the skin wrinkled up!

"—!!"

Instantly, a sharp pain surged into his mind, causing the bandaged man's eyes to twitch and cold sweat to break out.

Seeing this, Mitsuyoshi Koishi was filled with remorse.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I was really too drunk."

He became happier and happier as he talked, and suddenly stuck out his tongue. His usual healthy and easygoing demeanor turned into a twisted and creepy smile. He even blushed and gasped for breath.

"If you had played normally, your wrist would have been bent even more crookedly..."

"Hey, give me a chance to make up for it! Let's fold it one more time!!"

"Is this okay? Thanks!"

Splat!

*Crack!*

Knock...

Chirp!

……

……

Mushi Mitsuyoshi, the man—

He was born in Tottori Prefecture as the youngest of five siblings.

At the age of two, just as his sense of self began to emerge, Muishi realized that he was an absolute alien compared to his siblings.

To Mushi, all the “living things” in this world are just collections of “bones”.

……

……

"Eee-ah-ah!"

The bandaged monster's wails echoed in the empty, dark alley.

When Mitsuyoshi finally stopped, satisfied, the bandaged monster was twisted and broken, with countless broken limbs and ribs, and trembled as he collapsed in a corner of the dark alley.

……

Mitsuyo Koishi, nicknamed "The Eccentric".

Hobby: Breaking bones.

Chapter 161 Weight-Bearing Simulation

Streets and alleys.

"Hmm, you shouldn't die, right? Relax, I'll call an ambulance for you in a bit."

"But since you attacked me, I won't be paying for your medical expenses. Thank you for your understanding."

Mitsuyoshi stretched vigorously, his face still flushed.

"Phew! That feels much better. I guess I need to do this every now and then. But I can't let Xiaoyu see this, or I'll lose my authority as Master."

"..."

Mu Shi was in a great mood. He turned around and looked behind him, intending to find Bai Mucheng to have a second round of drinks.

But unexpectedly, the battle on Shiramu Cheng's side was not over yet.

"what?"

Mu Shi sobered up considerably and was immediately puzzled.

"Is Ah Cheng's alcohol tolerance that bad? Why isn't the fight over yet?"

He craned his neck to look, carefully examining the face of the man in the melon-shaped hat by the light of the alleyway.

That person looked familiar; he seemed quite famous.

The assassin—Agnostic Front.

Real name: Aku Fujio.

They are the standard "underground professionals" who can handle all the dirty work behind the scenes.

As long as I'm paid, I'll accept and complete any kind of work.

Nicknames such as "vicious madman" and "cold-blooded violent device" are all used to describe Akyu Fujio.

So in conclusion...

Yeah, it's a piece of junk!

Mu Shi crossed his arms, leaned his shoulders against the wall, and silently made a judgment in his mind.

A low-level thug who only knows how to deal with gangsters, Ah Cheng should be able to take care of him easily, right?

But strangely, the "battle situation" did not unfold as Mushi had predicted, but instead took a very "special" turn.

"..."

Swish!

Akyu Fujio swung his stun baton, which Shiraki shoved aside. He then threw a straight punch, forcing Shiraki to jump back and dodge.

Mitsuyo Muishi saw it very clearly.

Shiramu Cheng walked at an extremely fast pace, his expression completely focused, clearly indicating that he was serious.

This isn't just a casual chat after dinner; we're fighting this battle seriously!

This level of competition has gone beyond the scope of a "regular match"...

Rather than saying that Shiraki was fighting Akyuu Fujio, it would be more accurate to say that he was fighting to the death against a "powerful enemy"!

"What happened to Ah Cheng...?"

"—Eh!?"

As Mitsuyo Muishi watched, he suddenly had a feeling that something was amiss, and immediately widened his eyes.

"..."

Hearing the noise behind him, Shiraki turned his head slightly, his forehead covered in sweat, and looked at Mushi Mitsuyo, panting heavily.

"Really? You can probably sense it too..."

Shiraki pointed at Akyu Fujio and laughed, "As you can see, I think he's very strong."

Mitsuyo Muishi pursed his lips, unable to shake off the question mark in his mind.

What Shiraki Shō said was most likely not that "Aku Fujio" was very strong, but rather that he "thought" that Aku Fujio was very strong!

This description is strange, but it is indeed the only possibility that Mushi could see!

Ode!

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!

Shiraki stomped the ground and charged forward, quickly closing in on Akyu Fujio and throwing a straight punch.

Akyu Fujio was caught off guard and before he could figure out what was going on, he saw Shiraki Sho retract his fist, as if his attack had missed.

Didn't...didn't hit it...?

No, it was the "opponent" who dodged!

Mitsuyo Koishi's speculation left him with no room to doubt what was happening before him.

In A-Cheng's eyes, his opponent was not "ordinary Akyu Fujio", but a much stronger "super Akyu Fujio"!

"..."

Mitsuyo Koishi was a highly talented fighter with extensive combat experience.

He observed A-Cheng's gait, posture, torso movements, and so on...

By combining all these observations, it can be concluded that Shiraki is now facing a dangerous enemy who has the appearance of Akyuu Fujio but is much stronger!

Swish!

Akufujio punches horizontally.

Bai Mucheng dodged the punch, retreating to the side, sweating profusely with great satisfaction. "What if I were to take that punch head-on and get killed? What would I do then?"

"Then go die!"

Enraged, Akyu Fujio swung his stun gun and repeatedly struck Shiraki, but Shiraki dodged it each time.

"..."

Mushi stared blankly at the scene, then suddenly recalled a "game" he had played when he was a child.

When you're bored, you throw crumpled pieces of paper into a wastepaper basket while silently thinking things like, "If this doesn't go in, I'll die."