Super Fighting Tokyo.

【Jamie O Mech Assault】!

call out!

Sikorski rolled backward to dodge, barely avoiding the opponent's kick.

Boom!

Kneeling on the ground, he watched as the floor tiles he had just lain on were kicked to pieces by Bai Mucheng, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

No, that won't work!

If we keep fighting like this, we'll definitely be defeated!

"..."

Hesitantly, Bai Mucheng leaped half a step forward, rotated his body to use the momentum, and quickly threw a backhand punch forward.

【Jamie O Quick Spin Backhand Punch】!

boom!

The punch landed on Sikorsky's nose, and even though Sikorsky leaned back to deflect the force, his nose still bled profusely.

My whole face was so sore, and tears were welling up in my eyes!

"—?!"

At that moment, Sikorsky shivered and felt a chill run down his spine.

He suddenly felt a monstrous sense of horror about the white wood in front of him, far deeper than the crater in Siberia!

—It's a bottomless sense of crisis!

Is this what defeat is?

No, he didn't want to be defeated like this!

The person standing before me, Shiraki Sei, is clearly just an athlete active in the ring, so why is he so terrifying? How can he adapt to real combat without any flaws?!

Sikorsky couldn't understand these thoughts for a moment, and began to tremble all over.

His trembling was eventually acknowledged by the hotel's public address system.

“Sikorsky…”

It was the voice of a little old man.

……

……

downstairs.

A high-end black sedan drove up, and in the blink of an eye, a bald old man jumped out, dressed in a traditional kimono with the Tokugawa family crest tattooed on it.

It was none other than Tokugawa Mitsunari, the mastermind behind the Tokyo Dome underground fighting arena!

The old man heard about this from the Divine Heart Society, so he rushed over at full speed.

He darted over to the outdoor monitoring station in a few steps, startling Oliva.

"OH~~~!"

Oliva smiled. "Nice to meet you. You're the mastermind behind 'After Paradise'?"

Tokugawa smiled at Oliva, looking quite happy, then picked up the microphone and turned on the broadcast.

"Sikorsky, you're very popular..."

Tokugawa looked around and saw many people watching the battle, not only Oliva and the Metropolitan Police Department, but also the Wu clan, female fighters, and even some Shinshinkai disciples.

"You are free!"

Tokugawa laughed heartily, "Whether you choose to run away, fight, or surrender... whether you choose to fight bare-handed or use a weapon to break the rules, it's all your freedom!"

"There's only one thing—the audience is waiting for you!"

Tokugawa shouted in a deep voice:

"Now that these spirited warriors have met, the battlefield doesn't matter at all!!"

"Whether in Antarctica, underwater, on the street, in the arena, or on the battlefield..."

"Only through battle!"

"—The fact that we are fighting will never change!"

Tokugawa squinted and smiled, "Everyone says that athletes may be afraid of real combat, but conversely, combat experts may also be afraid of the ring!"

"Sikorski, do your best! Don't be afraid to step into the arena, okay?"

……

……

Sikorsky looked up as he listened to Tokugawa's words.

He looked at Bai Mucheng in front of him, his expression gradually relaxing from astonishment, and finally he gritted his teeth, frowned, and revealed a relieved smile.

"Ha ha……"

Is it really me who cares too much about the difference between real combat and the ring?

That's it!

The essence of this battle was not that I pulled Bai Mucheng off the stage for a real fight, but that Bai Mucheng pulled me back onto the stage from a real fight!

It's not about going from the ring to real combat, but from real combat to the ring!

If you think about it this way, you'll understand.

Sikorsky took a deep breath and suddenly felt much more at ease.

"The trembling has stopped..."

Chapter 243 Wolves in Front and Tigers Behind

This battle is not about moving from the ring to real combat, but rather from real combat to the ring!

"I understand……"

Sikorsky pursed his lips and couldn't help but clench his fists.

He looked around.

Cameras were clearly visible on the ceiling, around the corner not far away, and even right next to Shiramu Cheng's ear, broadcasting the current situation live.

"So that's how it is! I was already in the ring all along!"

Sikorsky raised an eyebrow with relief. "The one who truly needs to adapt to the current situation is not my opponent, but myself!"

"Then let's begin right away!"

His loud shout was answered by Tokugawa over the loudspeaker.

"Heh, it started a long time ago!"

"..."

Sikorsky raised his head and looked at Shiraki, who was full of fighting spirit.

Just thinking about the opponent's endless fighting techniques made him swallow hard.

"This place can be a real battlefield or a fighting arena; the boundaries are quite blurred."

"But no matter what it is, we still have to fight. It's that simple."

As he spoke, Bai Mucheng cracked his knuckles and grinned, "Is this your first time stepping into the ring? Not bad, huh!"

"Ah……"

Sikorsky chuckled softly.

He could vaguely sense that behind the surrounding cameras, there were a dozen, or even dozens, of eyes watching his battle!

Even without cheers or spotlights, Sikorsky could still feel the heat wave hitting him!

That was so much fun!

He clenched his fists, grabbed the collar of his shirt, and tore it apart with force, then casually tossed it into a corner of the corridor.

His muscular physique was on full display!

"..."

Bai Mucheng sized up the other person's body. "Not bad, excellent!"

Sikorsky's forehead veins bulged as he stared intently at Shiramu Cheng, and he roared:

"Come on, let's fight!"

At this moment, he was no longer concerned about actual combat or the arena; he was completely immersed in the battle, and his moves were made without the slightest hesitation.

Therefore, before the words had even finished—

Swish!

Sikorsky lunged forward, as if to grab and embrace Shiraki.

But in the instant when they were just a step apart, Sikorsky suddenly pushed off the ground, changed his move, and flicked his middle finger to deliver his signature knuckle punch.

call out!

The protruding knuckle of the middle finger, when used in rapid, rubbing motions, can, with the added strength of that finger, directly pierce through human skin.

But to Sikorsky's surprise, Shiraki Cheng suddenly took half a step forward the instant he threw his punch, and at the same time raised his arms and pressed forward.

boom!

The fist struck Bai Mucheng's forearm, but it just stayed there, only grazing and deforming the skin, without causing any effective damage.

“There’s a member at my family’s martial arts school who knows a special technique called ‘Razor’s Edge,’ which was recently cracked by someone else, so I looked into the principles behind it.”