Super Fighting Tokyo.

Bai Mucheng handed the business card to the swordsman and said leisurely, "Have you heard of the Fighting Soul Martial Arts Academy?"

The knife expert grinned slyly, "Good name, sounds more dangerous than the Amazon rainforest!"

The two chatted happily and burst into laughter.

However, Yamashita Kazuo could clearly sense that the atmosphere was shifting towards a "sparring match" and was gradually getting out of control.

"..."

Just then, another person strolled over.

"Wow, it's quite lively here!"

Tokita Ohma walked over, hands in his pockets, and appeared in everyone's sight.

He glanced around at everyone present and said with a leisurely smile, "[Earth God] Kaeya—I've also heard of this legendary soldier. Isn't he here?"

"If you want to spar, I'm ready for either of you or Kaeya!"

Wang Ma pointed to himself, a grin spreading across his face, "I'm way better than that Russian!"

"..."

After saying this, the members of Kaiya's team paused for a moment, exchanged glances, and then burst into laughter, as if in a perfunctory agreement.

"You can't do it, Seaweed Head Guy."

The swordsman waved his hand at Ohma, shook his head helplessly, and said, "You absolutely cannot win against Captain Kaia."

Wang Ma: "..."

His forehead veins bulged, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was grinding his teeth.

"What did you say--?!"

Tokita Ohma is enraged!

Chapter 245 Pebbles

"Ah, ah... that..."

Seeing Wang Ma's angry expression, Yamashita Kazuo broke out in a cold sweat.

He looked around and finally turned to Shiramu Cheng for help, "Mr. Shiramu, please go and persuade Mr. Wang Ma, they're all on our side..."

To everyone's surprise, Shiraki Cheng comforted Yamashita Kazuo instead, saying, "That's right, don't you think the atmosphere is just right?"

Mr. Yamashita: "..."

Kazuo Yamashita: "Haha..."

This 56-year-old former ordinary employee suddenly realized that the "Shiraki Cheng" next to him was no ordinary person either.

……

"You're saying I absolutely can't beat Kaiya?"

Wang Ma grinned maliciously, staring intently at the swordsman. "Alright, let's try calling Kaiya out! He's not hiding, is he?!"

Seeing Wang Ma's aggressive approach, the swordsman shook his head helplessly and bent his body slightly to prepare for battle.

Beside them, a tall, burly man named "Cangshi" stepped forward with a deep voice to smooth things over.

"Wang...Ma...?"

Kuraishi muttered the name, looking down at Ohma, "You have a great physique, you must be an excellent fighter."

"The fact that you've been fighting in this building until now proves your strength."

"But 'fighting' and 'combat' are not the same."

Kuraishi sighed softly, glancing at Shiraki Sei, "Even if Shiraki is praised by 'Honbu Izo,' I don't want him to fight Captain Kaia."

"The reason I refused Shiraki-kun was that I was worried Captain Kaeya wouldn't be able to stop himself."

"And the reason for rejecting you..."

Kuraishi looked at Ohma again, even moving a little closer, "You can't beat Captain Kaeya—your demeanor is clearly far inferior."

"--ah?"

Wang Ma frowned deeply, his face contorted in a menacing expression. "What do you mean?"

"Anyone who has been on the battlefield can easily tell that you look terrible."

Kuraishi looked into Ohma's eyes, "Did you use drugs? Or overtrain? Or fight for a long time without rest..."

“I don’t know what you’ve been through, but your body is clearly overwhelmed and you’re giving off an aura of desperate struggle.”

"Based on this, your mental state is extremely poor, as if you have been affected by the battlefield and have fallen into a state of inexplicable fanaticism as a new recruit."

"These recruits may seem flamboyant and unrestrained, but they are actually on the verge of collapse and cannot unleash their true potential—just like you."

Kurashi patted Ohma on the shoulder and reassured him, "Take a rest, otherwise you won't be able to fight."

"..."

Kuraishi turned and left, followed closely by the swordsman who added, "Ordinary citizens, rest easy, seaweed-headed guy~~~"

Upon hearing this, Wang Ma first stared wide-eyed in shock, paused for several seconds, and then grinned.

"That's easy for you to say. A big oaf and a knife-wielding guy, and you're telling me to rest..."

He clenched his fists tightly, bent over, and growled hoarsely, "Want to fight here? Prove I'm stronger than you!"

The words had barely left his mouth—

Swish!

Cang Shi, who had already left, suddenly turned around and pushed off the ground, his military boots kicking forward with great force, striking Wang Ma's raised arm.

With a dull thud, Wang Ma's arm pressed against his face, half of his face was kicked out of shape.

He was kicked away with great force, flying backwards, his back slamming heavily against the wall.

boom!

The brick wall was smashed, leaving cracks and dust falling.

Yu Li flung Wang Ma forward, and he finally knelt on the ground, trembling all over, coughing up a few drops of blood.

"Lying down and resting like this is better than fighting Captain Kaeya; at least I won't die."

Kurashi waved his hand, indicating he had no intention of getting entangled with Ohma any longer.

The expert swordsman whistled and teased with a smile, "Hey, how are you going to explain attacking your own people to the old man at headquarters?"

"To attack one's own people...?"

Kurashi remained unfazed. "I'm just kicking away a 'pebble,' which is better than you using a knife, right?"

"Hey, you figured it out..."

The swordsman shrugged, then leaned over to Shiraki Shōka and Yamashita Kazuo, advising, "Kuraishi is a kind old man; otherwise, if I were in charge, the seaweed-headed guy would have been bleeding!"

"Honestly, take him to the hospital for a check-up when you have time. This is no joke. Professional soldiers are very sensitive to their 'condition,' and that guy has a health problem."

"What was his name again?"

"..."

Shiraki replied: "Ten Demons—"

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Ma, who was kneeling on the ground not far away, stood up under the worried gaze of Yamashita Kazuo.

"...Tokita! Ohma!!"

Wang Ma slowly stood up, his arms hanging limply, his veins bulging all over his body, outlining bulging muscles that stained his skin a purplish-red.

He opened his eyes wide, his pupils bloodshot.

This appearance is called "Pre-borrowed"!

Actively increasing your heart rate causes a surge in blood circulation, converting the generated heat into athletic performance, thereby enhancing strength and speed.

However, as Liu Longguang previously stated, this technology of "pre-borrowing" has a fatal hidden danger.

The excessively rapid blood flow can damage blood vessels, leading to cerebral hemorrhage, memory loss, hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, and gradually driving the user toward self-destruction.

"Shut up, Erhu!"

Wang Ma inexplicably complained and spat out blood from his mouth.

"Aha……"

He exhaled a breath of hot air, his scarlet eyes sweeping across the knife-wielding expert and Cang Shi, causing the two special forces soldiers' pupils to shrink slightly.

Upon seeing this, Yamashita Kazuo could not hide his worry.

He had accompanied Ohma in several Kengan matches during this period, including many bloody and deadly battles, and had seen Ohma use [Pre-borrowing] on several occasions.

"That won't do. Mr. Wang Ma vomits blood every time he [borrows] from a battle; it will definitely affect his health..."

"..."

"It's alright, Yamashita Kazuo."

Seemingly having heard Yamashita Kazuo's murmur, Ohma twisted his neck and said in a low, hoarse voice, "I always have this feeling that I'm only better this way..."

Upon hearing this, both the swordsman and Kurashi were slightly taken aback.

Professional soldiers are a group of intuitive guys, so the two of them—along with the other three—instantly realized that what Wang Ma said was true.

"We need to make progress through this kind of fighting?"

Kuraishi sighed helplessly, "Forget it, Ohma, just go back to your hospital bed."

Everyone says it's so noisy!

Wang Ma's gaze sharpened, and he strode forward, delivering a powerful right punch to Cang Shi.

Swish!