Super Fighting Tokyo.

Rito gritted his teeth menacingly, "So, in short, now it's time for a 'strength contest,' right? Do you even know what it means to be physically weaker?"

Wang Ma remained completely at ease and was confident of winning the battle.

Just as the two sides were about to fight and the outcome was about to be decided, a sudden change occurred—

squeak...

The rough, grinding sound of rollers suddenly came from the entrance of the alley.

"……Um?"

Wangma and Rito turned their heads at the same time and saw Shiraki Shō and Yamashita Kazuo at the entrance of the alley—these two must have been watching the battle for quite some time.

The source of the friction sound was none other than a cleaner's cart.

A thin, middle-aged man in a uniform and a matching baseball cap slowly pushed a cleaning cart into the alleyway toward the parking lot where the fight was taking place.

Who is it?

Wang Ma and Rijin blinked simultaneously, both struggling to comprehend the current situation.

Shiraki Shōka and Yamashita Kazuo were equally perplexed.

They never expected that the sanitation worker, who was supposed to be passing by, would suddenly turn around and walk towards the scene of the fight as if no one else was there.

Click, click, click...

The cleaner pushed his cart and stopped in front of Ohma and Rito. The corners of his mouth under his baseball cap turned up slightly, tugging at his somewhat loose skin.

"Deadly Street Fighting Tournament... huh?"

The middle-aged man sighed softly and said quietly, "Since it's been given the name 'Deadly,' it should be extremely dangerous. How could it possibly be dragged into a power struggle?"

"You wrestlers are incredibly naive..."

"..."

These inexplicable words left Wang Ma and Rito stunned.

Meanwhile, Shiraki's mind was in a frenzy, and he was still trying to figure out the middle-aged man's true identity, so his reaction was a little slow.

Therefore, the first person to notice the middle-aged man's actions was that man—

Mr. Yamashita!

Perhaps heaven took pity on his ordinariness, because Yamashita Kazuo had excellent "eyesight" since childhood. Although it was not of much practical use, it would occasionally allow Yamashita Kazuo to notice certain "details".

For example, right now!

Yamashita Kazuo had a vague feeling that something was off about the "middle-aged cleaner," and that he even exuded a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine!

This matter should have had nothing to do with Kazuo Yamashita; he was just an ordinary employee who had accomplished nothing.

However, he still spoke up.

Even though he felt that the middle-aged cleaner—or anyone else in front of him—could easily kill him, he still spoke without thinking, driven by his inner instincts.

"Watch out, you two!"

This loud roar brought the Ten Demon Snake King back to his senses.

He noticed the middle-aged man in front of him and immediately sensed that the man was up to no good. A chilling aura emanated from him, as if he were being watched by countless venomous snakes.

"—This guy?!"

Wang Ma was about to speak when the middle-aged man spoke first.

"You wanted to spar with someone? Then let's just do it, like this!!"

Swish!

The middle-aged man suddenly turned around, twisted his waist, aimed at Tokita Ohma, and pushed the cleaning cart in front of him.

However, for Ohma, who came from a lawless area, this level of "sneak attack" was not unheard of.

Is he going to smash it over? Overturn it? Or pull out a weapon from it?

Wang Ma braced himself and prepared for the situation, but something completely unexpected happened—

Squeak!

The small cart moved slowly forward, gliding towards Wangma.

It was just a gentle push?!

Wang Ma was stunned for a moment, his attention completely focused on the cart. The middle-aged man then raised his hand and pushed, striking Wang Ma's jaw.

boom!

Wang Ma's jaw was struck hard by the heel of his hand.

This middle-aged man—less than 1.6 meters tall—powered himself by pushing off the ground and sent the 182cm tall Tokita Ohma flying!

Whoa!

Wang Ma fell backward to the ground, his lips were cut by teeth, and blood sprayed out in an arc.

After rolling over, Wang Ma was about to get up when the middle-aged man chased after him and kicked him in the face, sending him flying to the side.

Wang Ma's pupils trembled, blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and he desperately swung his fist blindly behind him, but naturally missed.

The middle-aged man dodged to the side first, circled behind Wang Ma, and struck Wang Ma on the back of the neck with a chop, causing him to fall to the ground unconscious.

"Hmm, although you are the successor of Tokita Nitora, you are still too green. This Nitora style has no charm at all. I'll play with you later."

The middle-aged man shook his hand, turned his head to look at Bai Mucheng in the distance, and examined the other's body which was wrapped in bandages.

"As for you—Bai Mu, I didn't come here to see you today, but I think you don't mind me taking advantage of your vulnerability and bothering you while you're injured..."

The middle-aged man took off his hat, revealing his true colors.

With slanted eyes, slicked-back short hair, a high nose bridge, and a playful gaze, his overall features exude an indescribable sinister aura, making him appear even more eerie under the streetlights.

He was one of the five death row inmates—

His name is Liu Longguang!

In an underground prison in Kyoto, he broke through the blast-proof glass wall with his bare hands, killed several prison guards, and escaped, heading to Tokyo to seek defeat.

"You probably don't care."

Liu Longguang slowly stepped forward, about to attack Bai Mucheng, but was blocked by another person when he turned around.

That's the way of people!

He cracked his knuckles, the bloodstains on his mouth and nose were still wet, and he stared at Liu Longguang with wide, bloodshot eyes, his expression extremely angry.

"Hey sir, you attacked me out of the blue. Don't you know the rules of fighting?"

"..."

Liu Longguang looked at Liren, then glanced at the cement wall next to him—the wall that Liren had scratched open with his five fingers—and then sighed helplessly.

"With such finger strength, one must be proficient in killing."

Liu Longguang turned around and took out two sickles from the cleaning cart, with long ropes connecting the handles at the ends.

That's a weapon called a "kusarigama"!

Liu Longguang brandished the weapon in his hand and said leisurely to Li Ren, "So, don't call me despicable..."

Chapter 204 Hidden Weapons vs. [Pre-Borrowing]!

Liu Longguang —

This lean, middle-aged man is less than 1.6 meters tall.

He was short compared to ordinary people, and his appearance was unremarkable, especially compared to other death row inmates.

However, the aura he exuded was extremely sinister and dangerous, sending chills down one's spine, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue!

The venomous snake bared its fangs—

There are two sickles.

The crescent-shaped blade is about a palm's length long, and the wooden handle is about two palms' lengths long. A long rope is tied tightly to the end, which wraps around the palms of both hands several times before connecting to the back of the hip.

Liu Longguang's feet were turned outwards, with his stride slightly wider than his shoulders. His fingers were hooked around the long rope at the end of the knife handle, and the two sickles hung naturally with their tips pointing outwards.

He had prominent eye bags, sunken eye sockets, and tightly pursed lips.

"..."

This unusual posture caused Yamashita Kazuo, who was watching from the sidelines, to break out in a cold sweat and his teeth to chatter.

"Wait...wait..."

Kazuo Yamashita trembled all over. "Is this...is this going to kill someone...?!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Longguang tilted his head slightly and looked at Yamashita Kazuo with a puzzled expression. "Isn't a finger force that can slice through a cement wall a more dangerous weapon than a sickle?"

These words left Yamashita Kazuo speechless.

Liu Longguang then added, "However, it is a great tragedy to have powerful weapons but not know how to use them."

shuh...

Liu Longguang weighed the sickles on his fingertips, pointed the blades inward, and suddenly crossed his hands towards his shoulders, tossing the two sharp sickles into the air.

After loosening a section of the rope, the fingertips tighten the rope, using it to pull the sickle, making it fly and dance under their control.

Cough cough cough!

The surrounding dust was whipped up by the strong wind, creating a series of whooshing sounds.

The scythe danced under Liu Longguang's control, moving so fast that even the scythe itself was barely visible, leaving only a trail of deadly cold light in the night.

"asshole……"

Seeing this, Rito broke out in a cold sweat and couldn't help but mutter curses under his breath to bolster his courage.

He had fought with knife-wielding thugs before, but no matter how arrogant they were, none of them were nearly as dangerous as the man in front of him!