Super Fighting Tokyo.

"It can still move? That's amazing!"

"Oh, right, speaking of which—"

Swish!

Spek pretended to speak, but suddenly raised his hand and pulled back.

He somehow managed to grab a steel ball and, as if throwing a baseball, aimed at the officer and hurled it directly at him.

call out--!

This steel ball even made a whooshing sound when it was thrown, and it was so fast that it was almost invisible. Its power was greater than that of the police equipment!

The officer was in so much pain that he was dazed and unable to dodge; it looked like his brains were about to explode from the blow.

Swish!

Shiramu Cheng suddenly raised his arm and blocked the bullet's flight path with his palm.

—?!

The immense force of the steel bullet pulled Shiraki's arm violently backward.

Bai Mucheng took a half step back to relieve the force from above and firmly grasped the steel ball, his palms burning.

...Thump!

Behind him, the seriously injured police officer could no longer hold on, his eyes rolled back and he collapsed unconscious.

"..."

Bai Mucheng weighed the steel ball in his hand and slowly stepped forward.

“Sbek…”

He looked at Spek, sized him up, and sighed softly, "In short, he's a bastard who disregards life and doesn't value human life."

"……Um?"

Upon hearing this, Spek raised his eyebrows, his smile deepening the crow's feet around his eyes.

"You're suddenly trying to lecture me? That's strange, because judging from your demeanor, you don't seem like such a naive person."

Spek rose from the bench and stretched comfortably. "But it's good that you didn't do something as childish and stupid as asking me to take revenge."

"That's true."

Shiraki walked step by step, sighing leisurely, "Whether it's the Cosmos or Maruk, they all fought with full awareness before they started, and even these people from the Metropolitan Police Department are the same."

"Therefore, I will not help them take revenge, and whether they have the opportunity to take revenge is none of my business."

"..."

Spek clicked his tongue. "Hmm... As expected, you're quite familiar with the battles on 'our side,' aren't you?"

The next moment—

Swish!

Before Sibek could finish speaking, he suddenly kicked out from the ground, his heel aimed at Bai Mucheng's head, as if he wanted to break his neck with one kick.

As Spek had predicted, Shiraki stepped back and leaned back, avoiding his kick in advance.

But to Spek's surprise, as Bai Mucheng leaned back, he suddenly tossed the steel bullet in his hand upwards, causing it to hover briefly in front of him.

"—Huh?"

Spek's view was blocked by the steel bullet, and he didn't react for a moment.

And in that instant—

Ode!

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!

Bai Mucheng lunged forward, keeping pace with Spek's kick, and swung his right fist down with all his might, sending a steel bullet flying through the air, smashing into Spek's face.

[Long o collarbone breakage]!

boom!

A heavy mid-section uppercut struck the round steel bullet, exploding violently in Spek's face.

"Huh—?!"

Spek was knocked backward and took half a step back before he could regain his balance.

Boo!

The bullet bounced off his facial muscles, and then a large amount of blood gushed from his nose, staining the lower half of his face red.

"call……"

Spek exhaled, feeling a soreness in his nasal cavity, and his expression was one of extreme surprise.

He really didn't expect that athletes who fight in the ring could adapt to this style of fighting!

"you--

Swish!

No sooner had Sibek spoken than he saw Bai Mucheng raise his leg high and sweep it across his face.

[Gureto High Kick]!

Boom!

With a muffled thud, Spek's face was distorted from the kick. He staggered a few steps to the side, barely managing to stop the nosebleed, but it still stung painfully.

"However, discussions about revenge ultimately fall into the category of education and philosophy."

"You haven't received any proper education anyway, so—I'm too lazy to discuss this with you."

Bai Mucheng twisted his wrist, pressing closer and closer to Sibek.

"I understand; that was the choice made by Xiaoyuzhou and Maruk."

"I also know that there is no such thing as a battle in this world that 'does not cost you your life';"

"...But I am still angry."

"Because you hurt my friend."

Ode!

[Aura Charge - Shockwave]!

A powerful, heavy punch landed on Spek's face, forcing him to stagger back several steps.

But Spek's expression was no longer surprised; instead, his eerie smile deepened.

"This fight was motivated by my personal anger."

Bai Mucheng clenched his fists, veins bulging on his forearms, but his tone remained remarkably calm.

“I’m unhappy with what you did, and I’m angry about it, so I want to hit you.”

"—In my opinion, this is not wrong."

"..."

"Hehe, that's really good..."

Spac coughed up blood from his nose, then straightened up, completely unaffected by the series of blows, and sighed with relief, hands on his hips.

"Although I would prefer to fight Baki Hanma or Kaoru Hanayama, it seems you're not bad either."

"Kid, you really do know what 'fighting' is..."

call--!

Before Spek could finish speaking, Bai Mucheng moved first, quickly throwing a straight punch that struck Spek's blood-soaked face.

【Upward protrusion】!

boom!

This punch not only caused Spek's nose to bleed again, but also ruined his plan to launch a sneak attack.

With a clang, the steel bullet that had hit Spek in the face earlier—which he had managed to grab—fell from his grasp and fell to the ground.

"—Click!?"

Spek nearly choked on his own nosebleed, and instinctively hunched over.

Before he could even stand up straight, Bai Mucheng grabbed his head and repeatedly slammed his knee into him.

Bang! Bang!

[Luke the Boxer]!

Sbek staggered and was thrown aside by Bai Mucheng, seemingly at his wit's end.

But as Bai Mucheng continued to walk towards him, Spek suddenly regained his spirits, raised his leg and kicked out with a speed that was too fast to be seen with the naked eye.

Swish!

"...?!"

Bai Mucheng could tell that Sibek's injury was not serious, so he dodged to the side first, but was still grazed on the upper arm by the toe, leaving a bloody mark on the arm.

"Don't bother with the difference between 'arena' and 'fighting,' they're actually the same."

"—It's all about fighting."

"For me, it's an action taken to explore 'what it means to be powerful'."

Bai Mucheng swung his arms, clenched his fists, assumed a stance, and looked straight ahead.

Spake had already wiped the blood from his nose and showed no signs of injury. He was now grinning broadly, his eyes gleaming with a ferocious light.

"Come."

Bai Mucheng beckoned to Sibek, "I want to know, between the two of us, who is stronger?"