Super Fighting Tokyo.

Xiaoyuzhou took a towel and tossed one to Maruk.

Maruk wiped the sweat from his body, put his clothes back on, and got up to say goodbye, planning to go back to the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall to take a shower.

"..."

After Maruk left, only Imai Kosou remained in the dojo.

With nothing to do, he planned to tidy up the training equipment, take a shower, and then lay down on a makeshift bed on the floor to sleep and rest.

But at this very moment—

Ding Dong!

The doorbell of the dojo was rung.

"Hmm? Did Maruk leave something behind?"

Xiaoyuzhou went to the entrance and opened the dojo door, but the person who came was not Maruk.

He was a tall, burly bald man wearing a worn-out black tracksuit and sporting a strange smile.

...It's so tall!

He is at least 220... no, around 230cm tall, with an exaggerated physique. Even his sportswear can't hide his bulging, exaggerated muscles!

"Um, sorry to bother you~"

The man squeezed into the dojo building, his smile somewhat eerie, carrying a tattered woven bag as he looked around.

“I thought people would be home at night, so I came here now.”

"Hmm... Are you the only one in this dojo?"

"..."

Death row inmate, Spek, has arrived!

Chapter 163 Ahhhhhh!

"—?!"

Imai Kosuke, who is 171cm tall, looked up at Sibek, who is 230cm tall.

This person's visit is ill-intentioned!

He was wearing tattered sportswear and carrying a dirty woven bag.

Judging from their faces, they were quite old, probably in their fifties.

High brow bones, deep-set eyes, broad nose, and tightly pressed lips.

Despite having a smiling expression, with clearly visible crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, there was not a trace of kindness in him; his facial muscles were bulging in a blocky manner, making him look unusually ferocious and terrifying.

"..."

Imai Kosou was, after all, a fighter from the Kengan Association, so he already knew about what happened in the underground arena that night.

The bald man's name is "Spek," and he is one of the five death row inmates seeking defeat!

"Hmm, the environment is very dry!"

Spek gently placed the woven bag at his feet and looked around with his eyes.

"I'm here to find the strongest person in this dojo."

"Moreover, I had met him before. Although we only made eye contact from a distance, I could remember him after just one glance."

Spek, with his hands on his hips, chuckled softly:

“I’ve never had a proper education, but I’m particularly good at this kind of thing.”

"Although that long-haired man looks very glamorous, his true nature is actually very similar to 'our side'; they are all just as crazy."

"His name is... Mitsuyo Koishi, right?"

"I didn't expect to meet so many experts, so before I go to find Baki Hanma, I'd like to have some appetizers first."

Spek grabbed the woven bag and said with a grin, "I even brought presents for this battle, just like Santa Claus!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuzhou's eyes twitched slightly.

Although it was just a very ordinary challenge, when it came from Spek's mouth, it always had an unusual ferocity and bloodshed.

Xiao Yuzhou has no doubt that if an ordinary person had never been in contact with the "underground," it wouldn't be surprising if they were scared out of their wits right now!

"So……"

Speck looked at the cosmos with a broad smile, "Where's Mushiko?"

Xiao Yuzhou paused for a moment, then said, "Master has gone out on business and won't be here tonight."

"Really? What a pity."

Upon hearing this, Spek didn't hesitate and turned to leave, but suddenly stopped at the door.

Because a fighting spirit was emanating from behind!

He glanced at the small universe behind him, a fierce glint in his eyes, and said with a sly smile, "Hmm? You want to fight me..."

"But you should know that I am much stronger than you, and you can't make me taste defeat."

"..."

Xiao Yuzhou leaned slightly forward, opened his arms, and assumed a fighting stance.

“I can’t just stand by and watch someone come and challenge my dojo! Besides, I’m a participant in that tournament…”

Even when facing a giant man who is 230cm tall, he remains fearless.

In fact, despite being a fighter with a relatively small physique, Imai Kosou paid particular attention to thinking about "how to fight against burly men" and underwent countless special training sessions based on this.

He has prepared countless strategies to counter heavyweight opponents!

Therefore, a battle is possible!

Calm your mind and focus your attention.

Upon seeing this, Spek grinned broadly, his facial muscles becoming even more imposing.

"Whee!"

He nodded repeatedly, returned to the dojo, and raised the woven bag in his hand.

"You're really energetic, but I don't want to fight you, so I'll just give you this gift for now."

Spek turned the woven bag upside down and shook it.

Splash...

A large pile of things was dumped out and landed on the floor of the dojo, making a slightly heavy thud.

The microcosm fixed its gaze.

...It's a hand.

There were four or five severed hands, with blood still remaining on the rough cuts, lying haphazardly on the ground!

"——!!!"

Xiao Yuzhou's eyes widened instantly, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and his body involuntarily took a half step back.

Speck slapped his thigh and laughed loudly, "Hahahaha! This is my spoils from tonight's challenge! There are plenty of martial arts gyms around here, and plenty of people willing to fight!"

"..."

Xiao Yuzhou stood there, stunned.

The scene before him was so sudden that he couldn't react; his mind was a jumbled mess, and he didn't even have time to feel fear.

But looking at that bloody severed hand, only one thing was certain—

This is not a matter of "victory or defeat," but a matter of "life or death"!

Imai Kosei's Kengan debut was at the youngest age in history, 14 years old, in other words, he was undoubtedly a genius.

But when he first faced "real combat"—a battle where defeat meant losing a hand or even death—his inner "awareness" was far from sufficient.

Whose hands are those?

What happened to them?

Is it someone I know...?

A lack of awareness causes the microcosm's movements to stagnate.

In a moment of hesitation and surprise, Spek suddenly leaned back and kicked out, striking Xiao Yuzhou in the abdomen with a dull thud.

Splash!

Xiao Yuzhou flew backward, smashing the wooden shelf behind him, and was thrown forward, landing on the messy ground.

"Hey, what are you spacing out for?!"

Swish!

Spek leaped out, grabbed Xiaoyuzhou's head, and rubbed it face down repeatedly in the wood chips on the ground.

"What? You want to fight me? What does that have to do with whether I want to fight or not!?"

"Come on, enjoy the battle you want, and be so grateful you'll cry tears of joy!"

Swish! Swish! Swish...

Speck rubbed against the surface again and again, as if using Xiaoyuzhou's face as a brush to scrub bloody streaks across the messy floor.

This scene was extremely bloody and brutal, and even though no one was watching, Spek was having a great time.

"Hahahahaha!"

When the ground was covered in blood, Spek finally stopped and stood up with a sense of relief.