Super Fighting Tokyo.

coming!

boom!

Spek charged forward, then threw a heavy punch, which didn't make a "whoosh" sound, but rather an explosive roar!

Bai Mucheng turned his ankle, as if preparing to retreat.

Spek followed up with a powerful kick, further expanding the killing range and aiming at Shiramu Cheng's head, his attack as swift and fierce as a raging fire.

"Drink!"

Swish!

However, this extremely fast kick also missed its mark.

Bai Mucheng did not actually retreat, but used this to mislead Sibek, quickly turning his body around after squatting down.

【Jamie o Random Drunken Spin】!

After Sibek missed his kick, Shiramu Cheng quickly got up and aimed at the opponent's center line to throw three punches in a row.

Bang bang bang!

【Jamie's Drunken Fist】!

When facing a powerful and heavy giant, the rapid attacks of Drunken Fist are best suited for restraining him.

However, Spek's physical condition is different from that of ordinary people. He can swim back to the surface from 200 meters underwater with his bare hands. He can not only maintain five minutes of breathing-free exercise, but his endurance is also extremely outrageous.

Drunken Fist alone cannot harm him in the slightest!

Even more remarkably, the second after Shiraki threw his punch, Spek took the opportunity to open his mouth and breathe, refreshing his lungs once again.

"?!"

Bai Mucheng understood instantly.

This is not "continuous punching without breathing" at all, but "continuous punching without breathing before it starts"!

Spek's combat intelligence is equally outstanding.

To ensure maximum damage from his punches and kicks, Spek didn't waste his energy on useless things.

How boring is it to be dodged?

So now, he just throws punches and kicks normally, making sure the "first strike" hits, and then he keeps hitting for five minutes straight, not wanting to waste a single second!

"laugh--!"

Spek exhaled a puff of hot air, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, his face twisted in a grotesque grin, and he began to slam his fists down with both hands.

Swish!Swish!

Bai Mucheng stepped back to dodge, then suddenly pushed off the ground with his back foot, quickly moving forward and flipping to the side.

This was originally a basic parkour move, which Rashid later incorporated into his fighting style, making it faster than a regular flip kick.

Whoosh!

His left and right feet slid down one after the other, their trajectories resembling a full moon, and he kicked hard at Spek's head.

However, a counterintuitive scene unfolded once again—

This time, Spek didn't breathe, and his movements didn't pause for a moment. He reached out his large hand and grabbed.

Seeing that he was about to be grabbed by the neck, Bai Mucheng's eyes narrowed, he bent down, supported himself with one hand on the ground, and exerted force with both hands and feet.

boom!

Bai Mucheng leaped high, dodging Sibek's large hand, and jumped over his head, taking the opportunity to sweep his leg across.

Snapped!

Spek was kicked in the back, staggered forward a few steps, and gasped for breath.

"Hehe, you can still do parkour even without obstacles!"

Speck grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and looked back at Bai Mucheng with amusement.

"Kid, those difficult moves must be exhausting, how long can you keep dodging?"

"..."

Bai Mucheng jumped twice, tilted his head slightly, and gestured for Sibek to come at him again.

boom!

……

……

On the hillside.

The two were watching the battle intently.

At that moment, Wu Fengshui's phone was still ringing, and the person on the other end was Iori Kazuka from the Metropolitan Police Department.

"..."

Through Yi Hua's account, Wu Fengshui and Benbu Yizang also learned about Sibek's "divine intervention".

"Five minutes of continuous, uninterrupted punches and kicks that could shatter even the Statue of Liberty!?"

Wu Fengshui frowned and unconsciously clenched his thighs. "Getting hit would be terrible. Can Bai Muqin dodge them all?"

"...It's very difficult."

Headquarters member rubbed his chin, saying, "In hand-to-hand combat, there is no way to fight without risking your life. Having that kind of mentality will only make you a third-rate fighter."

"I think so too..."

Wu Fengshui frowned, his black-and-white pupils flickering slightly. "If it were a seasoned, practical older man—what would you do?"

The headquarters staff member remained calm and asked in return, "You should know, right?"

Both of them smiled helplessly and gave different but essentially similar answers.

"Hand grenade."

"Explosives."

In other words, in the eyes of the headquarters and Wu Fengshui, if they were dragged into the rhythm by Sibek's relentless attacks, only a "bomb" level counterattack could possibly break the deadlock!

After thinking for a moment, the headquarters changed the subject.

"But it's really strange that even in an era where cars can drive themselves and rockets can fly to the moon, there will still be some people who pursue strength solely through their bodies and fists."

"What a bunch of idiots..."

Headquarters took a deep breath, focused intently, and looked up. "Come on, let's see what the 'fool' will do!"

……

……

"Hey!"

Swish!

Spek delivered a powerful punch, slamming it into the concrete floor and instantly creating a large crater with spiderweb-like cracks appearing around it.

Bai Mucheng hopped back a few steps, his breathing somewhat rapid.

He had dodged countless heavy punches and kicks, but Spek's movements did not slow down at all; in fact, he gradually caught up with Bai Mucheng's pace.

"Although I'm no longer a novice and won't make the same mistakes I did when fighting [Nioh], as expected..."

Bai Mucheng turned slightly to the side, looking at the approaching Sibek, and sighed, "Indeed, if you have to look at it from the 'front,' it's quite frightening!"

"Not running anymore, kid?"

Spek grinned maliciously and swung his fist violently.

boom!

The punch finally landed, striking Shiramu Cheng's raised forearm.

Start continuous attacks without breathing!

that moment--

Bang bang bang!

In an instant, countless swift punches and kicks poured out, bombarding Bai Mucheng, who was in a defensive stance with his arms raised.

No weapons were used.

Or rather, what Spek used was precisely his most prized weapon—his own body!

"Hee-ee-ya!"

Boom!

Spek's hands and feet moved in rapid succession, so fast that they almost left afterimages, unleashing terrifying punches and kicks that even copper plates couldn't withstand.

He stared intently at Bai Mucheng in front of him.

How about it, kid...?

This is continuous firing without breathing!

There was absolutely no chance for you to retaliate!

We will not cease our attack until the enemy before us is reduced to corpses!

clap clap clap!

The fist struck flesh, producing a piercing thud, interspersed with the dull thud of bone being hit.

A series of unsettling sounds erupted, touching upon humanity's most primal fears—to the point that even those who overheard them would have nightmares!

The punches came one after another, even drawing blood, though it was unclear where the blood was coming from.

Bang bang bang bang!

Faintly, Spek seemed to hear a barely perceptible "different" mixed in with the continuous striking sounds.