Super Fighting Tokyo.

"In addition, wrist guards, leg guards, and so on have all passed durability tests, and the same material has been used to protect all vital parts of the body."

"The weapons they use are the latest type of strike projectile launchers, all equipped with six spherical steel projectiles weighing 800g each, with an initial velocity of 47 meters per second."

"Its power is like a small cannonball, enough to directly blow a person's brain apart!"

Yi Hua's voice grew increasingly low.

"Even with a full complement of seventeen men, they were still no match for Sibek."

"Those tough armor pieces are like paper in front of Spek. The special operations team has been almost completely wiped out!"

"..."

Shiraki listened patiently to Iori Ichika's words.

He knew that the reason Yi Hua had said so much was because he was worried that he might recklessly face Sibek as a "fighter" without considering the consequences.

As it turned out, Yihua's concerns were correct.

Even the Metropolitan Police Department's elite "Special Operations Team" had been defeated by Spek and lay dead on both sides of the road.

Even though the blood they shed almost soaked the entire lawn;

Even from the nearby amusement area, chilling killing intent and the stench of blood could be heard.

Bai Mucheng continued walking forward, his steps becoming lighter and lighter, a light shining deep in his eyes, leaving traces in the night.

"I understand, thank you."

Bai Mucheng thanked Yi Hua, ignored the other party's repeated warnings, then hung up the phone and tossed it to Wu Fengshui for safekeeping.

"..."

Swish!

Wu Fengshui hooked the tip of his shoe and picked up a broken "strike projectile launcher" for a closer look.

The gun looked as if it had been punched and bent, the degree of twisting was even somewhat eerie.

"He fought it bare-handed? That's incredible..."

Wu Fengshui thought for a moment and then suddenly suggested, "Should I use the props in my backpack? For me, those things are also practical in combat."

"Yes, thank you, but I'd like to try it myself before that."

Bai Mucheng's tone was calm, but his breathing was noticeably more rhythmic.

Wu Fengshui was holding Bai Mucheng's hand.

She could clearly feel that Bai Mucheng's muscles were getting warm, as if he had warmed up enough and was ready for battle.

"Then I'll go stay somewhere farther away."

Wu Fengshui greeted them and prepared to step into the grove.

Just then, suddenly—

"Wow!"

A gasp of surprise rang out.

Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui were puzzled and turned to look in the direction of the sound.

On the lawn not far away, there was a middle-aged man with a full head of long silver hair. He looked to be in his fifties, very strong, with a sloppy face and a stubble beard.

Wearing a shirt and a casual suit, he looked simple and unassuming.

He was holding a bottle of liquor, looking quite drunk, and staring in horror at the heavily injured and dead police officers, as if he had been startled.

"Hey, I said..."

He quickly called out to Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui.

"Gentlemen, it looks like someone's going to die here! Come quick, get them to the hospital!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui sized up the drunken man, then exchanged a glance, their expressions somewhat strange.

"It's alright, the Metropolitan Police Department will send backup soon."

Bai Mucheng scratched his head and explained, then continued walking forward, leaving behind a cryptic remark at the end.

"Who are you trying to fool, you old fox..."

"..."

The drunken man blinked, seemingly still dazed, but then heard Wu Fengshui's teasing, "If you don't want Bai Mu to go there, your acting is just too bad, uncle."

"……Yeah?"

The drunk man paused, looking helpless, and bent down to give the dying police officer first aid.

After he finished treating an officer's open fracture and looked up, neither Bai Mucheng nor Wu Fengshui had disappeared.

"Really..."

The drunk man lit a cigarette and continued to provide first aid to the other seriously injured police officers.

Although these were all traditional methods, including tearing off clothes to make bandages, the techniques were quite professional and the treatment was very proper.

"Hmm, they really couldn't stop them, neither the Metropolitan Police Department nor that young man..."

"But judging from that guy's appearance, he must be a fighter too, right?"

The drunk man straightened up, looked in the direction Bai Mucheng had left, and scratched his head.

"No martial artist would fight a fight they can't win."

"Even so, let's go take a look. After all, it's a street 'battle.' Although it's not as despicable as Liu Longguang's, we can't let thugs like Sibek run rampant..."

The drunk man, carrying a bottle of liquor, strode slowly.

"These young people nowadays, daring to fight death row inmates, it's really worrying."

"..."

……

Shiraki walked through the path and arrived at the amusement park area.

Sbek—right here!

He was still wearing that worn-out black tracksuit, covered in other people's blood, sitting on a park bench, leisurely smoking a cigarette.

Upon seeing Bai Mucheng arrive, Sibek beamed with joy, his facial muscles almost contorted.

"Heh, can you let me taste defeat?"

Chapter 168 Inhuman

At the end of a path in a city park.

Amusement park area.

On the outer edge, two or three police officers could be seen lying on the ground, each of them badly beaten and on the verge of death.

Jaw laceration, tongue protrusion, eyeball detachment, joint twisting, open fracture...

And the culprit behind this horrifying scene—

The tall, imposing Spek was sitting on a park bench, legs crossed, leisurely smoking a cigarette.

He was wearing slippers, a tattered black sweatshirt, and covered in bloodstains, with a sinister grin still plastered on his face.

"call……"

Speck exhaled a puff of white smoke, making the scene even more bloody and violent!

He turned his head and looked at Shiramu Cheng, who was walking out of the path, and his expression became even more delighted.

"Huh? Is that the kid who fought in the arena that night?"

"Were you hired by the Metropolitan Police Department? Or are you here to avenge a friend?"

Spake's face crinkled with laughter as he made a casual guess.

Just as Shiramu Cheng was about to respond, he suddenly heard a furious roar from behind him, a roar so powerful it was almost hoarse.

"Squat down!"

Swish!

Bai Mucheng immediately crouched down, and saw a seriously injured police officer from the action team rush out, holding a shotgun launcher and aiming the gun at Sibek.

The officer's left leg was broken so badly that the white bone was almost visible, yet he managed to hold on with just one leg and find an opportunity to ambush Spek.

"Die, monster!"

He roared and pulled the trigger.

bang bang bang...

As Iori Kazuka stated, the "strike grenade launchers" equipped by the special operations team have absolutely nothing to do with humanitarianism, and their lethality has reached the level of being "illegal".

Its muzzle energy even exceeds that of a regular handgun, and its coverage area surpasses that of a shotgun!

The six 800g spherical steel bullets, almost the size of a fist, were fired with astonishing initial velocity and accurately hit Spek in the face.

Boom boom boom!

Four or five dents instantly appeared on that abnormally distorted smiling face, with steel bullets embedded in them, and even a bullet hit his neck.

If it were an ordinary person, their skull would probably be shattered by now, right?

But the giant named "Spike" didn't even tilt his head back a little; he still had that smiling face, his small eyes darting around as he looked at the police officer with great interest.

Ta-la...

As his smile grew brighter, his facial muscles squeezed out the steel balls, which fell to the ground one by one.

With his strong physical fitness and metabolic capacity, Spek didn't even have a nosebleed!