Super Fighting Tokyo.

For a moment, everything around seemed to stand still.

Countless ink lines surge and churn.

These dark strokes outlined a massive, imposing figure, over 225cm tall, resembling a "high wall," striding out from one side.

He passed by Bai Mucheng and headed towards the [Battle God] in the arena.

Bai Mucheng didn't understand what he meant, and his eyes darted around to look.

In an instant, a ferocious and rampant fighting spirit, like several fierce tigers, surged from the direction of the [Battle God] and the "phantom".

Shocked by this, Bai Mucheng's pupils trembled violently, and a few drops of blood involuntarily flowed from his nose.

Whether it's Gaolang or the phantom—what they convey is not only fighting spirit, but also killing intent!

"..."

A heavy whisper echoed in Shiraki Cheng's mind.

Have you ever wondered what lies at the end of the path of pursuing power?

The path to power is long and arduous.

If you stray from the right path, the power of the underworld will surely seize the opportunity to devour you completely.

If you are truly enlightened, I will show you even a small part of it!

{…}

Roar! ! !

The roars of ferocious beasts echoed in Bai Mucheng's mind.

A golden, striped tiger pounced forward, roaring as it opened its blood-red maw.

A few drops of cold sweat trickled down Bai Mucheng's forehead. He stomped his feet, threw a punch forward, and smashed down with all his might.

"Drink!"

……

boom!!!

When he came to his senses again, Shiramu Cheng's actions had changed.

He strode forward in a bow shape, bent down and slammed his right fist down, knocking Rito down face to face, the entire glove pressing down on Rito's face.

Rito's face was covered in blood, and his limbs trembled a few times as if he wanted to struggle, but he eventually fainted.

"The outcome...the battle is over!"

Katahara Sayaka quickly pulled Shiraki up and shouted, "The winner—Shiraki Jun!"

"..."

……

One-hit KO!

The clean and decisive punch drew cheers from the audience.

King Larma XIII clapped his hands repeatedly and laughed, "For Rihito, gauntlets are shackles that seal his special skills; but for Shiraki Cheng, they are a combat situation he can adapt to."

"This is the fundamental difference in the accumulation of knowledge and experience."

"Shiraki Sei's mastery of numerous fighting techniques allows him to easily adapt to the 'unfamiliar' boxing ring!"

"That's why I said this boxing match was so unfair to the people."

"..."

Lalma turned her head and found that Yusa, who should have been cheering, was looking worried. "Hmm? What's wrong?"

"Something's not right with my brother."

Arisa confessed, "I can't quite put my finger on it, but something just feels off. It's like he's not quite understanding something and is having a disagreement with himself."

Just as Lalma was about to offer some comfort, she noticed Yusa's furrowed brows relax, and she became even more puzzled, "What's wrong with you now...?"

"It's okay, I've figured it out anyway."

Yusa sipped her cola, taking several large gulps with great gusto. "I've always been very lucky, so I think my brother's question will definitely be answered. I don't need to worry about him."

Lalma: "..."

Lamar: "Haha!"

He was growing to admire the girl more and more, but he decided to avoid playing mahjong with her.

……

……

On the other side of the stage.

Retsukai watched intently as Bai Mucheng threw that punch.

He discovered even more detailed "secrets".

The fighter named Shiraki Sei had learned so many different fighting styles that it was impossible to describe them as "multiple".

It's not about making up for a weakness or filling in gaps in knowledge; it's about practicing solely to "learn" something.

Just look at that punch; it clearly demonstrates a lot of different styles!

Lie Haiwang narrowed his eyes and muttered, "This kind of cultivation path..."

"..."

On the other side, there's Retsu Kaioh's opponent—the mysterious hooded man.

He watched Bai Mucheng's actions and couldn't help but laugh out loud, silently sighing in his heart:

awesome!

Whether it's the long-term format of the street fighting tournament or the emergence of such strong players, they are all excellent factors in my victory!

Continue to display, and then nourish my "flesh and blood"!

Chapter 187 The Actor

"..."

What happened?

pain……

My face hurts so much, and it's so sore...

I have a nosebleed.

The rational person's consciousness wandered, and it was unclear how much time had passed before they were finally able to "hear" again.

He vaguely heard someone calling him from beside him, so he tried to open his eyes. His vision blurred in the darkness, but eventually became clear.

"The rational player!"

"Hey, hey! Are you alright?!"

Rito then opened his eyes and found himself lying on a rest mat with his boxing gloves behind his head, while the staff next to him were calling out urgently.

"Rin, can you hear me? Should we call an ambulance?"

"..."

Rito paused, sat up from the ground, and suddenly felt like his head was about to fall apart.

"It hurts!! It hurts so much~~~~"

He scratched his head, looked around, and then remembered that he was still in the boxing arena.

then……

It seems like he's fighting Shiraki Cheng? Where is he?

Seeing that Rito looked bewildered, a staff member quickly reminded him, "Um... the match is over, and Shiraki is resting in his seat. The second match is about to begin."

"..."

Rito blinked, feeling his eyelids swell, and his previous memories gradually returned.

To be honest, he doesn't know how to box, let alone be as graceful and agile as a professional athlete.

Therefore, the strategy chosen by the person in question is to take the blows from the opponent and then fight back desperately, a tactic that has been proven effective before.

To his utter surprise, even though he was prepared to be hit and was fully focused, he still couldn't withstand Bai Mucheng's heavy punches.

In that instant, Rito even felt that Shiraki Cheng's target was not him, but something "more ferocious," and even revealed a ferocious killing intent.

"A right fist? I didn't see it at all..."

Li Ren gritted his teeth and stood up, his body still trembling slightly, but the anger in his heart burned even more fiercely.

I was actually scared?!

Dissatisfied!

If Kengan were to actually fight—unleashing the "Ten-Finger Razor" technique—then he would definitely have a fighting chance!

With this thought in mind, Rito reluctantly turned away, intending to find Shiraki Seiji for their second duel.

……

……

What happened?

pain……

Wait, I've been defeated again?!

Rito suddenly woke up and sat up abruptly, drawing helpless glances from the surrounding staff.