Super Fighting Tokyo.

Bai Mucheng stomped the ground and charged forward, bursting with incredible speed, but suddenly stopped midway, still quite a distance from Sibek.

At the same time, Spek, who seemed to be in great pain, suddenly threw out a handful of sand and splashed it in Bai Mucheng's direction.

However, since Bai Mucheng stopped first, the sand had no effect and did not dazzle Bai Mucheng.

"Crack—!"

Seeing that his sneak attack had failed, Spek coughed loudly, stood up straight, and still had a smile on his face.

"Kid, you're pretty agile!"

Spek rubbed his stomach and looked up, but Bai Mucheng was nowhere to be seen.

Are they here?!

Spek looked around but saw nothing, and was filled with confusion. "...What?"

Upon closer inspection, he noticed an upward-pointing shoe print remaining in the middle of the streetlight ahead.

"?!"

Spac realized that Bai Mucheng had kicked the lamppost and jumped up, using the reaction force to leap into the air and launch a surprise attack.

...behind me!

Before Spek could turn around, he was kicked hard in the lower back.

[A fierce counterattack – a reverse Russian kick!]

boom!

The powerful kick sent Spek staggering forward several steps before crashing headfirst into a lamppost.

Boom-!

One side of the lamppost was dented by the bald man's impact, and Spek's eyes trembled uncontrollably from the shock.

His ears twitched as he heard footsteps approaching from behind. He then threw a powerful punch, but missed again.

Swish!

Bai Mucheng crouched down and flipped forward, quickly getting close to Sibek.

Just as he was about to rush past Spek, Shiramu Cheng suddenly reached out, grabbed the hard lamppost, spun around and jumped, then bent his knee and rammed into it.

boom!

Bai Mucheng's knee slammed solidly into Sibek's face.

"—Huh?!"

After being hit repeatedly, Spek's nosebleed wouldn't stop, flowing out in a thin stream, and even tears were squeezed out.

In desperation, Spek closed his eyes and punched wildly, smashing the lamppost and iron pipe crookedly with several loud thuds, leaving twisted fist marks on them.

But when he opened his eyes again, Bai Mucheng was nowhere to be found.

"...?"

Spek looked around and finally spotted Bai Mucheng squatting on a climbing frame not far away.

The other party had clearly been waiting for a long time. Presumably, after that knee strike, they had no intention of pursuing and instead jumped aside to watch the show.

"You brat..."

In an instant, Spek felt an indescribable humiliation, and couldn't help but grit his teeth, his face contorted with rage.

Seeing that Spek's expression had finally changed, Bai Mucheng simply sat on the climbing frame, dangling his legs and raising his eyebrows with a smile.

"how?"

He beckoned to Spek, "Not playing those sneak attack tricks of yours anymore?"

"..."

Spek flew into a rage, seemingly losing his temper, but suddenly lunged to the side, grabbed the leg of a park bench, and lifted up one of its corners.

"Hey!"

It was an iron-framed, solid wood bench with two cement bases, weighing about 250 kg in total, yet it was still swung up by Spek's incredible strength!

Boom!

The bench flew towards Bai Mucheng, but he flipped over to avoid it and slammed it heavily onto the climbing frame, producing a dull thud.

"call!"

Bai Mucheng landed steadily, his knees slightly bent, his eyes fixed on Sibek's movements.

Snapped!

Spek suddenly pushed off the ground and charged forward, grabbing the bench again with his left hand and dragging it behind him, while kicking out with his right foot.

Swish!

His attack missed, and Bai Mucheng dodged it.

As he watched Spek approach, he moved nimbly, using the complex terrain of the playground to dodge and weave, performing parkour.

Spek quickly pursued and attacked, his free right fist pounding wildly, creating a suffocating sense of oppression.

The two figures flashed past each other at lightning speed, one in front of the other.

"..."

"Great, fantastic!"

Shiraki Cheng was indeed running away, but his running ability was getting better and better, and he gradually integrated into and adapted to this "amusement facility area".

Meanwhile, in his field of vision, a blurry figure was also speeding by, having just vaulted over a railing, its parkour moves even more skillful than Bai Mucheng's.

You're great! I'm very satisfied!

Be even neater!

Wow! My moves were so cool...

Haha! Great!

The virtual figure's teaching style was clearly one of praise, but Shiramu Cheng's progress was indeed extremely fast.

call out!

After running two large laps in the scooter, Shiraki Cheng became familiar with the dynamics of parkour and fully immersed himself in the environment.

despair!

He stomped his foot and turned around abruptly, charging towards Spek.

At the same time, Spek finally found an opportunity, swung the iron bench he was holding in his right hand, and smashed it down on Bai Mucheng.

Boom!

Bai Mucheng jumped up and launched a flying kick straight out.

【Rashid Eagle Kick】!

Clap!

This kick shattered the main body of the bench, scattering wood chips and metal pieces sparsely, like a violent downpour.

Splash...

Bai Mucheng landed steadily, his feet shuffling on the ground, his arms swinging casually, showing a greater sense of understanding.

"I see, parkour is the technique of 'adaptation'."

"Not only can it adapt to the environment, but it can also adapt to combat..."

Chapter 171 Arrogance

What happens in the amusement park area is no longer considered "fighting".

Calling it a "battle" is even a bit of an understatement...

It's a battlefield!

The streetlights were smashed and twisted, several railings of the climbing frame were broken, various fixed railings were overturned, and even the solid wood bench was shattered!

A series of booming sounds filled the air.

The strange noise attracted a few couples who were having a rendezvous nearby, or passersby who were taking a walk.

Seeing Bai Mucheng and Sibek facing off from afar, they were so frightened that their legs trembled, and they stood rooted to the spot, not daring to approach.

"Strange...monster..."

"The monster in the sweatshirt and the monster that's as fast as the wind, they're fighting!"

……

……

"Wow, brilliant!"

On a hillside not far away, Honbu Izō slapped his thigh in admiration of Shiraki Shō's fighting style.

As a master of practical combat styles, I can naturally see the fun in it.

"Bai Mucheng—that young man has mastered the techniques of various schools, and he did not simply imitate them, but studied them seriously."

"He's very good at applying what he's learned to other situations!"

The commander stroked the stubble on his chin and said with a faint smile, "'Fighting techniques' are ultimately created for more effective combat, so they have many things in common."

"Therefore, Bai Mu's learning progress is not about being a jack of all trades and master of none, but rather about constantly expanding outwards to various materials with himself as the core!"

"For him, his fighting style is a genre in itself."

"What an interesting guy..."

Headquarters thought about it again.