Super Fighting Tokyo.

What Shiraki Cheng is imagining now is this kind of rigorous "real combat simulation"!

If the power of that punch could easily break a person's bones, what should be done?

What if the person who swung that stick was a weapon expert skilled in short sticks?

in case……

If the Akyu Fujio before me is a ruthless master of combat, how am I supposed to fight him?

"..."

Mitsuyo Koishi was certain that, at this moment, for Shiraki Shō, the "Aku Fujio" had changed.

The way he wielded the stun gun was as swift as Kiyoaki Akoya's.

His powerful punch was only slightly less forceful than that of Kaoru Hanayama.

His physical coordination is comparable to Katsumi Yuji, and his physical abilities are almost equivalent to Momiji Hikaru.

Their strategies and tactics are as cunning as a ravenous cat!

Under these simulated conditions, the entire battle felt like a high-intensity "burden," and even Mitsuyo Koishi, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but feel a bit nervous.

How exactly should we fight this?

"brake!"

Akyu Fujio threw a series of punches and swung his baton, forcing Shiraki into a corner. After the baton missed its target, he landed a hook punch on Shiraki's forearm.

"Wow!"

Bai Mucheng's expression immediately turned to one of extreme pain. He was thrown to the side and fell to the ground as if he had been swung away.

"...?!"

Aku Fujio looked confused.

Bai Mucheng clutched his left forearm, trembling as he stood up. His expression looked quite terrible, but upon closer inspection, there was no blood at all, and he was actually perfectly fine.

"Oh my god, is this an assumption that the left arm is severed?!"

Mitsuyo Mushi craned his neck, intrigued, feeling like he was watching a friend play a game. "So, Cheng, what are you going to do? Use [Extreme Strike]?"

"At this level, it's not necessary."

Bai Mucheng's left arm hung down, his right hand clenched into a fist, and he exhaled a breath of hot air. "I have an idea, so... no problem."

Upon hearing this, Akyu Fujio revealed a sly smile and made another subtle movement with his hands.

The weapons he concealed on his waist included not only the stun baton he had initially revealed, but also a police stun gun!

As an expert, he would carefully investigate the target before each mission.

So, he knew.

[Fighting Spirit] Shiraki Cheng —

He is undoubtedly a strong fighter, but a closer analysis reveals that most of Shiraki's matches often feature a defensive counter-attacking rhythm.

Steadiness? Arrogance? Playing style? For the sake of improvement? Or personal quirk?

Whatever the reason, this is a golden opportunity for Akyu Fujio, after all, this is not a fighting arena.

The game is over once you find an opportunity to fire the stun gun while Shiraki is defending!

"bring it on!"

Akyu Fujio rushed forward, heading straight for Shiraki no Tsuyoshi.

Swish!

The stun gun was swung out.

Just as Akyuu Fujio had expected, Shiraki dodged, displaying a clear probing style.

This is the moment we've been waiting for!

Akyu Fujio's eyes darted around, searching for Shiraki Sho's location, ready to fire his stun gun at any moment.

But to his surprise, even after circling around, he still couldn't find Bai Mucheng, as if he had vanished into thin air.

"...!??"

Aku Fujio couldn't understand.

Where is it?!?

Where did it go?

The next second—

Swish!

A strange noise suddenly came from the upper side.

Akyu Fujio turned around and looked up, only to see Shiraki Jun stepping on the wall of the dark alley and leaping up in a few steps, lightly crouching on top of the wall.

"Hey!"

Bai Mucheng kicked out with a powerful kick, leaping forward.

It's on the wall?!

This was an attack angle that "did not exist" in the ring, so Akyu Fujio had no idea about it.

Even in Shiraki's imagination, the "Super Aku Fujio," who was amplified countless times, was still a beat slower than expected.

Swish!

Shiraki delivered a flying kick, striking Akyuu Fujio squarely in the face, sending him flying and crashing heavily into the wall on the other side.

Boom!

Akyu Fujio crashed into the wall, smashing several bricks with his head, and swayed as he slid down to the ground.

"Aha!"

Bai Mucheng jumped up and down, excitedly beckoning with his hand, "Hurry up, again, make it even better!"

"..."

No one responded.

Akyu Fujio's eyes rolled back, his face was already covered in blood, and he was unconscious.

"Too weak, still not good enough..."

Shiraki Cheng reluctantly stopped jumping around, and Asashi Mitsuyoshi shrugged, "Anyway, I tried to blend into the street environment, and it felt pretty good!"

Chapter 162 The Uninvited Guest

There are no brick walls or high walls in the underground arena.

In the more casual Kengan matches, very few fighters will actively utilize the terrain; at most, they will try to corner their opponents.

But street fighting is different!

This does not mean that street fighting must rely on external forces; for Shiraki Cheng, that would be putting the cart before the horse.

The real key lies in broadening one's mindset, no longer confining oneself to the arena, but integrating into the ever-changing daily life.

{…}

The ink washes surge, yet it presents a different style altogether.

It's not as rustic and profound as Long's, nor as passionate and unrestrained as Zangief's; it's more like Jamie's agility, and as free-spirited as a strong wind.

{Are they imitating my moves? Haha, that's beautiful!}

{Great! Keep up the good work!}

{But then again, my moves... aren't just fighting techniques; they also include elements of 'parkour'.}

The phantom darted about like the wind.

The city where I grew up was an ordinary place, with square houses built of clay bricks and a maze of alleyways.

If you're always climbing walls and scaling eaves in those kinds of places, you'll naturally master some techniques.

{Sounds a bit ridiculous, doesn't it?}

But ultimately, martial arts are something that people created to better fight against 'something,' so there's no need to be so rigid about them.

Be even more efficient! Be even happier!

{…}

Bai Mucheng tiptoed lightly, savoring the flying kick he had just performed, still feeling somewhat unsatisfied.

……

……

"You're really training hard, Cheng."

Having watched the show to his heart's content, Mitsuyo Muishi swayed forward.

His opponent was already unconscious, so if he wanted to know anything, he would have to ask Akyu Fujio.

"Hey~!"

Muishi grabbed Akyu Fujio by the collar, pulled him up from the ground, and slammed him against the wall behind him, while extending his other hand.

Click!

With a sharp crack, Akyu Fujio's index finger was broken, and the excruciating pain instantly jolted him awake from his unconsciousness.

"Waaah!"

Akyu Fujio gasped in pain, and before he could say anything, Muishi pulled him aside and showed him the bandaged monster's miserable state.

His hands and feet were all broken and twisted, his ribs were obviously deformed, and even his jaw was not spared!