Super Fighting Tokyo.

"..."

Yingchu nodded in satisfaction, "Hmm, it looks like you're recovering quite well!"

Everyone thanked the doctor, but Yingchu didn't seem to care.

"After all, the cut was very sharp—it must have been a fiber even thinner than a piano wire, and it was delivered very promptly; any later and it would have been troublesome."

Yingchu picked up the medical record and, while pacing back and forth, said the doctor's orders, "Mr. Yudi can be discharged now, but I would also welcome him to stay a little longer."

"Mr. Gaolang was originally the most seriously injured, but the stitching surgery was very successful. In a few days, there won't even be a scar. If he wants to beat someone up, he can do it the day after tomorrow."

"As for Mr. Shiraki—"

Yingchu stopped there.

Wu Fengshui's eyes darted around. "How about Bai Muqin?"

Yingchu sighed, "What a pity."

Wu Fengshui was nervous.

Yingchu added, "He was only burned on his left leg and left arm by the explosion. An ordinary person would need a week to recover, but a fighter would probably recover even faster."

Wu Fengshui blinked. "Then why are you sighing?"

Yingchu shrugged helplessly, "That means there's no way to get him to donate his body! Sakurai An said his brain is very special."

Wu Fengshui: "..."

Wu Fengshui: "Isn't your job as a criminal?"

Wow, a professional hitman is calling someone a criminal!

— Bai Mucheng wanted to say that, but Wu Fengshui had given him far too many apples.

While eating a peeled apple, Shiramu Cheng lay on his side on the hospital bed—to avoid pressing on his back wound—but the more he turned his head, the more annoyed he felt.

Dorian said, "We are 'the same kind of people'..."

Who? Me?

Bai Mucheng frowned, rubbing his chin as he fell into deep thought.

Dorian then went on to elaborate, stating that Shiraki's "fighting style" was "the same type" as his.

What exactly is this...?

Bai Mucheng seemed to be deep in thought. After thinking for a long time, a sudden jolt of electricity flashed through his mind.

Dorian himself was not weak, and his body had obviously undergone long-term training—even after being hit by a [Strike of the Extreme], he was still able to fight back.

But he was so engrossed in his own little tricks that this despicable behavior had seeped into his very soul, and he could no longer stop.

Or rather, it's not that Dorian is using those tricks, but rather that the tricks are using Dorian, and Dorian simply cannot resist!

What about Shiraki Cheng himself?

With his vast array of fighting skills—and perhaps even more—will he one day become unstoppable, ultimately exceeding the control of his own soul?

How should one deal with the tendency of those moves to ultimately "end the opponent's life"?

A surge of killing intent...

In an instant, Bai Mucheng felt a blur before his eyes, with countless paths vaguely appearing, but he didn't know how to choose.

"..."

After thinking it over, he decided to go out for a walk.

Seeing Bai Mucheng's distress, Wu Fengshui tilted his head and asked, "Do you want me to keep you company?"

Bai Mucheng rubbed Wu Fengshui's head, waved his hand to indicate that it wasn't necessary this time, and promised to do so next time.

……

……

Shiramu Cheng's left side was still wrapped in bandages, and his waist was also completely wrapped. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt on his upper body.

He left the hospital and walked the streets, but he always felt that no matter which road he took, it was wrong.

"..."

Unbeknownst to him, he walked to a bustling commercial street, passed through a small alley, and was drawn to a dead corner at the end of the alley.

Behind the building—in a deserted parking lot—two people appeared to be preparing to "fight."

One of them was a burly man with blond hair. Just by looking at his face, you could tell he was no ordinary person. His ten fingers were spread wide open like claws, giving him a razor-sharp look.

It's someone I know!

Bai Mucheng raised an eyebrow, leaned against the wall beside him, and looked at the other person—

He was a young man, around twenty-five years old, wearing a hooded jacket, and was doing limb stretches.

Chapter 202 Asura

What attracted Shiraki was a "feeling".

Turning the corner of the bustling commercial street, in a deserted parking lot, two people were about to fight.

One of them was an acquaintance of Shiraki Sho—Rito, nicknamed "Superman," whose real name was Nakata Ichiro.

In contrast, there was a young man around twenty-five years old.

Wearing a hooded jacket, he appeared to be a little over 180cm tall and weighed around 85kg, with the outline of bulging muscles visible on his clothes.

He has a lean and agile physique, a strong build, well-defined muscles, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, which is the standard fighting physique.

However, at first glance, Rito, who is 188cm tall and weighs 102kg, is obviously taller and stronger!

Even so, the young man continued to warm up with jumping steps, a fierce smirk playing on his face beneath his hood.

The fight was started by the young man!

……

"..."

Bai Mucheng leaned against the wall, found a comfortable position, and began to appreciate the view with great interest.

Inside the parking lot, the hooded youth warmed up while asking Rito a question.

"Hey, blondie, just to confirm, you should know about the Kengan Association and that 'Kengan Fatal Street Championship,' right?"

"what?"

Rito put his hands in his pockets, clearly annoyed by the provocation in front of him. "So what if you know? You suddenly grabbed my collar in the street. You don't just want to hear urban legends, do you?"

"Kid, you're getting a little too cocky!"

Rihime grinned maliciously, "You know perfectly well that I'm a 'fighter' from the other world, yet you still want to fight me? Do you want to spend a few days in the hospital?!"

"Dude, you talk too much."

The young man warmed up, raised his hand and lifted his hood, revealing a young and handsome face with calm yet extremely aggressive eyes and black, seaweed-like hair.

“But since you admit that you are a fighter from the other world, then I haven’t come to the wrong person.”

The young man slowly clenched his fist. "I'm also interested in that street competition. I'd like to join in, so let's have a fight..."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Rito couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. "Hey, did you just learn some fighting techniques a few days ago and then try to fight in the street? Can't you tell the difference between strong and weak fighters?"

Upon hearing this, the young man's lips suddenly curled into a grin, and he burst into laughter. "Difference? Of course I'm stronger! What nonsense are you spouting, you idiot!"

"..."

As soon as he finished speaking, veins bulged on Rito's palms and forehead.

But recently he has made a lot of friends, which has put him in a good mood, so he was able to barely suppress his temper and not take action directly.

"Fine, I'll teach you a lesson."

Rito turned slightly to the side, pointing to herself with her left thumb. "My name is Rito, but I'll keep my real name a secret. You can also give me your name so it'll be easier to use in the ambulance later."

"Hmph, I didn't expect you to know the rules..."

The young man smiled faintly and said his name, "Tokita Ohma".

"Ha, I'll remember you, Tokita!"

Rito cracked his knuckles, and the oppressive aura around him suddenly intensified. "Don't worry, I'll call an ambulance with a pretty nurse for you."

"...If you're going to touch a woman, do it sooner rather than later, since you might have to lie in bed for a while."

Wang Ma stands sideways with his left leg forward, his left arm raised and extended forward, his right arm close to his ribs, and his right fist protecting his chin. This is a flexible starting stance.

In contrast, Rito's stance is more unrestrained, with his ten fingers naturally spread out and his arms outstretched, as if he were a wrestler lowering his body.

……

……

Crack!

Bai Mucheng took a bite of the apple, one of the few that Wu Fengshui had given him earlier, perfect as a snack while watching the game.

"Great, fantastic!"

He also had memories of that seaweed-haired youth in his mind.

Tokita Ohma —

Born in lawless territory, he was a disciple of the "Two Tigers School".

After his master, "Ten Demon Snakes and Two Tigers," was murdered, Ohma was instilled with the idea that "losing or dying is because one is too weak."

In order to encounter and defeat the enemy who killed his master, Ohma relentlessly pursues him.

If everything had gone according to plan, Ohma would have provoked Komada in the street, then been discovered by Hideki Nogi, and thus entered the Kengan ring.