Super Fighting Tokyo.

He still admired young people, so he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"Just now, I wanted to persuade you two to leave. It's all my fault for not making up my mind and trying to coax you away."

"—You should have just said it directly."

"..."

Hearing what the headquarters said, Wu Fengshui was a little confused. "Was the attack and defense just now Bai Muqin's advantage?"

"That's true."

The headquarters nodded, but then changed the subject, "But ultimately, that Shiraki guy's fighting style still references the style of 'fighters' in actual combat."

"Since this isn't a formal match, and you and the Metropolitan Police Department are providing support from the sidelines, then we should prepare this—"

The headquarters gestured and said mysteriously, "For example, guns."

Wu Fengshui suddenly realized, and pulled a pistol from his waist. "You mean this?"

"Do not."

The head of the headquarters shook his head knowingly. "Even the Metropolitan Police Department's sniper rifle launchers were useless. A pistol can't deal with a Speck; you need at least a submachine gun."

Upon hearing this, Wu Fengshui rummaged through his backpack and actually pulled out a submachine gun.

The girl shrugged. "So it's this?"

Headquarters: "..."

Headquarters: "..."

Honbu Izō: "...?"

Do they really have submachine guns?

Are these kinds of highly contraband items so easy to get these days?

And why bring it to the park so casually?

However, judging from its appearance, it's very well maintained, clearly indicating frequent use...

Wait, it's used frequently?!

After holding it in for a long time, the commander finally blurted out, "Isn't this illegal?"

Wu Fengshui waved his hands repeatedly and said with a smile, "It's okay, I have plenty of family members at the Metropolitan Police Department, so this is nothing."

"..."

It was only then that Izou realized that the girl's eyes belonged to the "Wu Clan".

Compared to the small, niche dojo at headquarters, the "Wu Clan" is a behemoth in size, and with its blood ties, it can provide various conveniences in all walks of life.

Judging from the condition of the firearms and the calluses on the hands, headquarters can basically confirm—

The girl in front of me is a master of firearms!

"Uncle, you really have a kind heart."

Wu Fengshui clung to his legs, swaying unsteadily. "I actually wanted to help, but Bai Muqin really wanted to fight it herself."

"Just like your understanding of 'real combat,' Shiraki also has his own obsession with 'battle.'"

"I want to see him."

"..."

Upon hearing the girl's words, Honbu Izo paused, but had nothing to say.

He was also a martial artist, and since Bai Mucheng had already stepped onto the battlefield and had already made some progress, he had no reason to stop him.

"Then I'll take a look at the 'real battle' of Shiraki Cheng, who defeated Hao Hongye."

"Speaking of which..."

As highly skilled in practical jujitsu, we are interested in all kinds of weapons.

It was a rare opportunity to encounter a skilled firearms expert with connections, so he couldn't hide his curiosity. "Do you have any 'big stuff'? Like a sniper rifle or something?"

Wu Fengshui nodded, "I didn't bring the heavy ones, but I have the lightweight folding ones."

She rummaged through her backpack and suddenly thought of something. "I can borrow yours, Uncle, but do you have a business card? Shiraki seems to have a penchant for collecting these kinds of things."

The head monk took out his own temple's business card.

Both sides exchanged "good stuff" and felt quite satisfied.

After taking the sniper rifle, headquarters asked, "Do you have any raw materials for making weapons for sale? Such as pig iron, leather, clay, gunpowder, etc."

Wu Fengshui recalled, "Yes, they were all the kind who were 'not afraid of being investigated'."

Headquarters was even more delighted, "What about something more high-tech? Like aramid fiber, the kind that's cut- and bite-resistant. It would be best if you could offer a discount, those kinds of things are too expensive..."

Wu Fengshui was a little puzzled. "Uncle, although you are a practitioner, you can't rely too much on external tools, can you?"

"of course not."

The commander raised an eyebrow and smiled, "We must rely on our well-trained bodies and skills to master various weapons, rather than be controlled by them."

"—In this way, we won't go astray."

"..."

A seasoned combat expert who runs a martial arts school, and a firearms master from the "Wu Clan"—

The two talked more and more deeply and gradually reached an agreement on long-term cooperation.

Chapter 170 The Technology of Adaptation

On the hillside.

Wu Fengshui agreed to help the headquarters by acting as a go-between and providing channels for purchasing raw materials for weapons.

After all, the other party is a master of real-world Jiu-Jitsu, so expanding one's network would be beneficial.

Perhaps someone in the tribe is interested in practical jujitsu and could learn some techniques from it.

"..."

Headquarters, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, refocused his attention on the battlefield. "That Shiraki Cheng, he clearly has an even more powerful finishing move, right?"

Wu Fengshui nodded, recalling Bai Mucheng's "The Ultimate Strike".

Honbu Izo looked again, but frowned. "...But he doesn't want to use it now. Spek is on guard, and he is also on guard against Spek."

Wu Fengshui blinked, seemingly lost in thought. "So, we need to consider all the possibilities the other party might have, and then make 'changes' based on that to break the deadlock?"

"As expected of someone from the Wu clan, you understand very quickly!"

The head of the unit smiled, enjoying chatting with people who understood things quickly. "This is 'real combat,' far more dangerous than a dojo with rules. It introduces many unexpected changes and is much harder to predict."

He flicked his cigarette ash, his gaze deep. "In this battle, the one who gains the upper hand is the one who completely sees through their opponent and is the first to 'act unexpectedly'!"

"..."

……

Bang bang bang!

Bai Mucheng unleashed a barrage of heavy punches from both hands, striking Sibek in the face.

[Luke's Triple Impact]!

The punch that spurted blood from his nose made Spek's smile even more sinister.

Pfft!

Spek was knocked backward and landed hard on his backside.

Seeing Bai Mucheng approaching step by step, Sibek scrambled backward, his hands and feet barely touching the ground, as if he were fleeing in a disheveled state.

But the next second—

"Hey!"

With his hands on the ground facing backwards, Spek raised his hips and kicked out with his right leg in a backbend-like position, aiming his big foot straight for Shiramu Cheng's head.

Standing at 230cm tall, Sbek has an exaggeratedly long wingspan and leg length, giving his kick a very wide attack range.

But to Sbek's surprise, the kick missed again!

"what?"

Spek lowered his neck and looked up, only to see Bai Mucheng leap up and perfectly avoid the sneak attack.

Swish!

After jumping up, Shiraki Cheng quickly lunged forward and kicked out at Sibek, who was lying on the ground.

[Jamie's Shadowless Kick]!

boom!

The kick landed squarely on Spek's abdomen, and as it exerted force, it also pressed down on Bai Mucheng's entire weight, causing a large indentation in Spek's stomach.

"Wow!"

Spek cried out, his face contorted in agony, and began vomiting uncontrollably.

In desperation, Spek flailed his fists wildly, temporarily forcing Bai Mucheng back, then clutched his stomach and rolled to the side.

"Wow...that was a really strong kick..."

He knelt on the ground, hunched over, panting heavily, his body trembling uncontrollably, his eyes and brows furrowed together.

This posture is full of flaws, making it the perfect time to pursue!

Therefore, the next second—

Ode!

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!