Super Fighting Tokyo.

……

On the small hillside.

The head of the unit stared wide-eyed at Wu Fengshui, who was celebrating by firing a gun, and couldn't help but sigh, "Young people really go all out."

He then added a warning, "If you have a gun, it's best to kill that Sibek directly, otherwise be careful of accidents."

Wu Fengshui smiled and said, "Uncle, Bai Muqin is very smart."

"is it?"

After careful consideration, Izō realized that this was indeed the case, so I stopped worrying about it.

……

……

Two or three minutes later.

A chubby middle-aged man hurried over from a nearby path; he was one of the official referees of the Kengan Association.

He received a call saying that a fighter and a death row inmate had gotten into a fight in the park, and he was asked to come back and witness the outcome.

Then, the chubby uncle saw it—

A death row inmate named "Sbek" collapsed in front of [Fighting Spirit] Shiramu Cheng.

Both were covered in wounds, the scene was extremely gruesome, but the outcome was beyond doubt.

The outcome is decided!

The winner is Shiraki Sei!

"..."

Bai Mucheng raised his hand, gave a perfunctory greeting to the chubby uncle, and turned to walk towards him.

The chubby uncle was about to take a pen to write something down, but when he looked up, his expression suddenly changed.

Because he watched in disbelief as Sibek, who had been unconscious, slowly raised his hand, his arm trembling, preparing to launch a sneak attack on Bai Mucheng!

"Hello--

Just as the chubby uncle was about to speak up to remind him, he saw Bai Mucheng raise a finger and make a "shh" gesture in front of his lips.

So, [Fighting Spirit] discovered that Spek was going to make a final stand?

What exactly is this...?

"..."

Before the chubby uncle could react, he saw Spek suddenly stand up and throw a punch at Bai Mucheng.

"Kid, this isn't a competition, it's a bloodbath!"

Swish!

He threw a heavy punch, but suddenly his right leg buckled, and with a "thud," he fell sideways to the ground.

"……what?"

Spek blinked, and only then did the excruciating pain spread from his right knee, drilling straight into his brain.

His right knee is broken!

when?!

Snapped……

Just as he was wondering, a hand gently rested on his shoulder.

Spek turned his head and saw a handsome young man with long, cherry-pink hair and a scar across his face, smiling at him.

The strange man raised his head and looked at Bai Mucheng for his opinion. Bai Mucheng waved his hand, indicating that the other party should do as he pleased.

"Hehe, that's great!"

Mushi Mitsuyoshi beamed with joy as he looked at Sibek with a cheerful smile.

His eyes curved into crescent moons, and his mouth was stretched into a grimace even more grotesque than that of a death row inmate, making him even more unsettling.

"Ah Cheng won! You said this wasn't a competition anymore, so come and give me a treat! Come on, come on!"

"Is it time for a fracture?!"

Please take one day off.

I need to take a break to organize the outline. The Battle of Sibek has come to an end, and the overall structure of the next chapter needs careful consideration. I've been revising it for a long time, but I'm still not entirely satisfied. However, I have some ideas, and I'll try my best.

P.S.: I'll probably only take this one day off this month, since I've used up all my leave slips ==. I won't be taking any more leave for the rest of the month, I'm going to write like crazy!

P.S.: Rashid's solo theme in Street Fighter V is really good, I recommend it.

Chapter 176 Satisfying Fetishes

Afterwards, the chubby uncle, Yota Murakami (44 years old), who served as a senior referee at the Kengan Association, talked to his colleagues about what happened that night.

He described the scene as follows:

"Are you asking about the long-haired man who suddenly appeared after Bai Mucheng defeated Sibek?"

"Hmm, him..."

"Yes, it's Imai Kosou, who's known as the 'genius fighter'—his master is Mitsuyo Koishi, nicknamed 'Weirdo'."

"Mushi also fought in underground fighting, but he rarely stayed in an organization for long. According to him, he just wanted to earn some pocket money."

"But if you ask me, there's a high chance no one will want to fight him anymore, since his fighting style is entirely to satisfy his own 'fetish'..."

"Yes."

The chubby referee pointed to his right knee.

"Sbek's right knee was dislocated, and in that instant, a bone became noticeably dislocated and protruded."

"It's a kind of...feeling that looks like it's going to hurt terribly..."

"..."

……

"Hey, hello there!"

Mushi Mitsuyoshi patted Speck on the shoulder with a grin, "My apprentice is grateful for your care."

"...?"

Spek looked bewildered, his forehead already beaded with cold sweat from the excruciating pain.

Mushi's fingers gradually tightened. "It's alright, it's alright, it's just dislocating the kneecap. Now we're going to start breaking the bones!"

"--ah?!"

Spek suddenly woke up, sat on the ground and threw a vicious punch, but Mu Shi leaned back to avoid it and grabbed his wrist.

"Even if Ah Cheng beat you to the point of near death, how could you still be this fast? You're practically a humanoid monster..."

"Fortunately, my playing style is different from Cheng's."

Mushi took a half step forward, using his full weight to push Spek's right arm high up, preventing him from pulling it back.

He continued leisurely:

For A-Cheng, battle is proof of his imperfect existence.

"For people living in your world, victory or defeat is an act of risking everything to take the life of the opponent."

"Therefore, in your battles, ambushes, trickery, and the use of weapons are all OK."

"But what I want to do is not your fighting..."

Mushi grinned, his body trembling with excitement. "All I want to do is destroy my opponents' bodies and break their bones!"

Swish!

Mu Shi strode forward, stepping on Spek's right leg with one foot, while leaning forward and twisting Spek's right arm to the side.

Click!

Spek's right arm—shoulder, elbow, and wrist—dislocated simultaneously in an instant.

……

……

"His muscular right arm was dislocated in an instant."

The chubby referee continued to recall.

"That's a variation of 'joint techniques' that's common in combat sports—its appearance means the outcome is already decided."

"But imagine if there were no rules to limit it, and joint locks were allowed to be used freely, what would happen?"

"In short, it was a rather eerie sound, like a 'click' or a 'smack'."

"...Huh? You're asking me, isn't that just a typical 'violent attack by a Jiu-Jitsu master'?"

The chubby uncle scratched his head, "Hmm~~~~"

"As expected, you still don't understand why Mitsuyo Koishi is called a 'weirdo'."

"Damaging human bodies in battle allows Mitsuyo Koishi, who is extraordinary, to personally experience an unknown pleasure that ordinary people cannot understand."

"—In other words, he will experience a physiological reaction."

……