Super Fighting Tokyo.

Unable to withstand the pressure any longer, he threw a furious punch forward, his movements full of tension.

But this scene no longer felt oppressive to Shiramu Cheng.

Just like a parkour pro.

No matter how complex the terrain is, it is just another repetition and no longer worth mentioning.

Swish!

Bai Mucheng raised his left leg high, stepped on Sibek's right fist, used his wrist as a landing point, pushed off the ground and jumped into the air, while twisting his body and slashing out horizontally with his hand.

[Rashid's Eagle Beak Attack!]

boom!

Spek was struck in the eyes by a chop, tears splattering out, his eyelids forced shut, and his vision temporarily obstructed.

The next moment—

[Strike with extreme force!]

Boom!

The heavy punch landed on Spek's face, denting his nose and causing a large chunk of cartilage to collapse.

"Wow—!"

Spek yelled and staggered backward.

Finally, he even squatted on the ground, buried his head as low as possible, waved his hands repeatedly, and his whole body was trembling.

"No, I'm not fighting anymore!"

Spake could barely open his eyes, and didn't even have time to wipe away his tears, fearing that Bai Mucheng's heavy punch would follow again.

He was panting heavily, several teeth had fallen out, and he slurred, "Enough...stop..."

As he said this, Spek's right hand, which was positioned behind him, slowly clenched into a fist, and he grabbed a handful of gunpowder, which he had previously hidden in the sleeve of his tracksuit.

Once Bai Mucheng gets close, Spek will slap the gunpowder onto his face and then ignite it with the flint from his pocket.

Although it cannot cause fatal injuries, it will certainly burn the skin, and if it is inserted into a white wooden eye, it may even cause blindness!

Come on, kid...

"..."

Spek waited patiently, his face contorted in pain.

But to his surprise, Bai Mucheng did not approach, but waited for Sibek to catch his breath until the other party had completely recovered.

Spacton was puzzled. He stood up, his eyes wide, and looked at Bai Mucheng with confusion.

Shiramu Chengze beckoned to him, "Come on, let's continue the no-breathing combo!"

"...!?"

Spek blinked, his blood-soaked face filled with astonishment, unable to comprehend Bai Mucheng's words for a moment.

He couldn't understand why Bai Mucheng, already covered in wounds and in roughly the same condition as him, would still actively seek out another beating!

Shiramu Cheng, however, remained quite composed.

"You seem to have mentioned this to Xiaoyuzhou and Maruk..."

He helped Spek recall: "You said, 'You want to fight me, don't you? What does that have to do with whether I want to fight or not!?'"

"I think that makes a lot of sense."

Bai Mucheng's steps were light and quick, and he shrugged at Sibek.

"Now, I want to fight you, regardless of whether you want to fight me or not."

"Come on, keep going!"

"..."

These words stunned Sibek.

As the other party approached step by step without letting down their guard, Spek trembled all over, as if in fear, or like a trapped beast in a desperate situation.

In desperation, he swung his right hand violently, scattering the hidden gunpowder, while simultaneously pulling out a flint with his left hand.

click-

call!

The spark ignited the gunpowder, setting off a fierce fire in an instant.

But when the smoke cleared, what Spek saw was Bai Mucheng, who had just kicked hard and landed steadily.

The kick generated a strong gust of wind, blowing away the gunpowder powder that was rushing towards him, ensuring that the exploding flames did not harm Bai Mucheng in the slightest.

"Yuji Doppo has a move called 'Reversal Strike,' which is a collection of the essence of all defensive techniques. It is said to be able to block all attacks."

"I don't have those fancy karate moves, but kicking away the powder thrown at me is a piece of cake."

Ode!

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!

Bai Mucheng quickly closed in on Sibek, threw a punch that landed on his face, and then unleashed a flurry of punches from both sides.

[Luke's Triple Impact]!

Bang bang bang!

Spek was knocked backward, blood flowing from his mouth and nose, and he staggered backward.

Bai Mucheng took a step forward, looking at the miserable state of Sibek.

"Come on, let's continue."

He tiptoed, "Didn't you love this kind of fight the most? Then I'll fight you this way, come on! Come on!!"

"..."

His loud shouts forced Spek to retreat repeatedly.

Finally, Spek retreated to the edge of the clearing, beyond which lay a grove of trees, where he was no match for Shiraki Cheng.

Having reached a dead end, Spek let out a low roar, turned and charged at Bai Mucheng, forcefully swinging his fist.

Continue the rapid-fire attack without breathing!

But after throwing both punches, there was no feeling of hitting the target at all.

Bai Mucheng took a big step back, then suddenly stomped off the ground, pulled his arms back, and kicked out.

【Rashid Eagle Kick】!

boom!

The kick landed on Spek's outstretched arms, and Bai Mucheng used the momentum to flip backward, pushing off the ground with both feet and jumping up again.

Ode!

[Unleashing Battle Spirit: Eagle Blade]!

He rolled to the side, his right leg slashing down like a scimitar, breaking through Spek's defenses.

Shiramu Cheng stomped his foot on the ground and threw another heavy punch.

[Strike with extreme force!]

Boom!

Spek was hit so hard that he threw his head back and crashed heavily into the trunk of a large tree behind him.

Swish!

Bai Mucheng delivered a knee strike to Sibek's abdomen, forcing him to bend over and bring his slightly dented face close to Bai Mucheng's.

suddenly--

"puff!"

Spike suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, attempting to use it to cover Bai Mucheng's eyes.

Bai Mucheng leaped forward, turning around at the same time, letting the blood and broken teeth spray onto his back, and then turning back to use the momentum to throw another punch.

[Strike with extreme force!]

Boom!!

The continuous barrage of "Extreme Strike" was a huge drain on both mental and physical strength, and even Shiraki Cheng himself was finding it hard to keep up.

Therefore, as soon as the punch landed, Bai Mucheng continued his movements without stopping, swinging his right fist repeatedly, smashing out one blow after another.

The ultimate technique—

[Luke O Evaporation Order]!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three heavy punches landed on Spek's face, one after another, until the back of his head was embedded in the tree trunk.

Spek was beaten until he was trembling all over, his eyes were glazed over, he slid down the tree trunk and finally collapsed to the ground, his tongue sticking out from his rotten teeth and drooping down.

"..."

No one cheered; only two people watched from a distance.

But that's real combat!

And as blood dripped from the corner of Bai Mucheng's mouth, and he exhaled hot breath carrying the metallic scent of blood, the instant he raised his clenched right fist—

boom!

A gunshot rang out, grazing precisely over Bai Mucheng's shoulder, as if celebrating for him.

We won!

Bai Mucheng turned to the side to indicate what was behind him, shouted loudly, and staggered unsteadily.

But he did not fall down, nor did he turn away; instead, he waited patiently for something.

"..."