Super Fighting Tokyo.

"You've forgotten the day I died—or even longer, but now that you're starting to get some clues, you should be able to remember slowly, right?"

"..."

Blood trickled from Wang Ma's mouth as he let out a casual groan.

He knew very well that his previously missing memories were being restored, which was certainly a good thing.

But the key point now is that no matter how unhappy he is, given his current physical condition, he can't possibly win against those special forces soldiers.

Not to mention, there's also Kaeya, the Earth God, who can't even land a hit!

"They are truly a formidable group of enemies..."

Erhu's illusion sighed softly in Wang Ma's ear, then suddenly changed the subject, "Idiot, that's why you have to use 'martial arts'!"

"The so-called 'skill' was created to defeat those stronger than oneself, which is why I taught you the Two Tiger Style."

"Your reason for fighting wasn't to avenge me, but rather 'not allowing anyone to be stronger than yourself,' right?"

"Then try fighting for yourself—with your own two-tiger style."

"Perhaps progress won't be rapid, but we've already taken the first step. You'll be in charge of creating the Two Tigers Style!"

The illusion of Erhu gently patted Wangma's shoulder.

"Those guys were pretty good, whether it was the special forces soldiers who fought you or the people who were willing to watch. Remember to thank them."

"..."

Wang Ma trembled as he got up, his consciousness already fading.

His gaze swept over the four special forces soldiers, then passed by Kaiya, swept past Shiramu Cheng, and finally landed back on the four special forces soldiers.

The Niko-ryu technique, named "Martial Arts," surpasses [Borrowing] and is being infused into Tokita Ohma's body anew!

It is like the blood of a fallen warrior, and also like a sweet spring.

One drop, one drop, one drop...

Swish!

Wang Ma charged forward, heading straight for Cang Shi. Just as Cang Shi lunged at him, Wang Ma sidestepped and used the momentum to push him away.

Two Tigers Flow o Mang Flow Type o Willow!

Kurashi staggered and fell to the ground.

One of the twins jumped up, coordinating with his brother to attack from above and below, but lost sight of Wang Ma when he made his move.

At this moment, Wang Ma had already taken the two-tiger-flow steps, moving swiftly and sideways like a raging fire, and went into the blind spot between the twin brothers.

Fire Sky Type o Fire Walk!

Boom!

He kicked the twin brothers twice, sending them flying.

At the same time, the expert swordsman closed in on Wang Ma, thrusting out his sharp military knife and striking Wang Ma's forearm.

Swish!

The blade pierced Wang Ma's forearm, but was momentarily locked in place by hardened muscles, causing the expert swordsman's movements to stiffen briefly.

—?!

It was actually using taut muscles to clamp the blade!

Two Tigers Style O Diamond Type O Indestructible!

puff!

The skilled swordsman pulled back with all his might, finally managing to pull the blade out, but this left him wide open and unable to defend against Wang Ma's pursuit.

"Drink!"

Wang Ma delivered a powerful punch, breaking the nose of the knife expert and sending him flying backward.

"Ah……"

At this moment, Wang Ma had almost completely lost consciousness, and his body was in excruciating pain all over, but his condition was surprisingly good.

He unconsciously shifted his feet and charged towards Kaiya, throwing a powerful punch.

boom……

The fist struck Kaiya in the stomach, but to no avail.

It wasn't that Kaeya was intentionally defending, but rather that Ohma had exhausted all his strength and lost too much blood, leaving him completely powerless to attack.

"Hmph, isn't this... able to hit it..."

Pfft!

Wangma fell unconscious, but instead of hitting the ground, he was caught steadily by Kaiya with outstretched arms.

"In a near-death state, he integrated his skills into his body, turning them into unconscious 'martial arts,' which is why he was able to hit me."

Kaiya laughed heartily, "To be able to do this on the battlefield, you've already moved beyond being a rookie."

"—Very good, well played!"

"..."

In a daze, Wang Ma slightly opened his eyes and felt the people around him applauding.

Not only was there Yamashita Kazuo, but also the group of special forces soldiers he had just defeated, Shiraki Sei, and even Kaia.

Wang Ma frowned. "It's really not worth it to end like this..."

Bai Mucheng stepped forward and slapped Wang Ma hard on the back, sticking the Douhun Martial Arts Academy's business card onto Wang Ma's back with a "smack," and laughed loudly:

"It's not a knockout tournament, just have fun! If we want, we can play another match anytime, anywhere!"

"By the way, do you still remember the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy?"

Chapter 248 From Battlefield to Streets

Tick, tick, tick...

Wang Ma was still dripping blood, bright red blood flowing from the corners of his eyes and mouth, mixed with sweat and saliva, falling to the ground.

Kaiya asked Shiraki to help Ohma up, then casually took out a bandage, wiped the blood off Ohma's face, and quickly and neatly bandaged him up.

Seeing this, Bai Mucheng raised an eyebrow and exclaimed in admiration, "As expected of a special forces soldier, your actions were so clean."

"It's just a temporary treatment; you should still go to the hospital afterwards."

Kaiya smiled faintly and shook his head, then turned to the other team members and whispered, "At ease—!"

Snapped!

The other four special forces soldiers were energized, took a step to the side, and stomped their feet to stand firm.

Kaeya indicated, "Take good care of this warrior; he needs rest now."

The tall Cangshi stepped forward, took the Wangma from Baimu Cheng, and helped him to sit down by the wall.

The twins examined Wang Ma's body and helped him apply further medicine and bandages.

The swordsman handed Wang Ma a pot of water, then took a sip himself, and with a "pfft," spat out a mist of water, which fell onto Wang Ma.

"Hey, seaweed-haired guy, you feel much fresher now, right?"

"..."

Wang Ma slightly opened his eyes, holding the Douhun Martial Arts School's business card in his hand, and looked at the four people who were taking care of him. He also noticed that Yamashita Kazuo was jogging over.

"Ha, these guys..."

Although his body was in excruciating pain, Wang Ma did feel much better—especially his mind, where his previously hazy memories were gradually becoming clearer.

Shiraki's words did indeed convince Ohma.

If you want to play again, you can do it anytime, anywhere!

……

……

"His mind and body have calmed down, at least for now."

Kaiya smiled, rubbed his stomach—the spot where Ohma had punched him—and muttered to himself.

"The Two Tigers Style?"

"I've heard from our teachers at headquarters that it's a comprehensive technique born in the lawless zone, abandoning weapon techniques and specializing in unarmed combat."

"It's so...beautiful!"

Kaiya looked up at Shiramu Cheng and couldn't help but praise, "Refined fighting skills, to me they're like 'weapons,' they look cool no matter how you look at them."

Shiramu Cheng raised an eyebrow. "Fighting techniques are the same as weapons?"

"The same."

Kaiya nodded. "For example, the 'God of War' Yuji Doppo, even if he doesn't use any weapons, his karate is far more dangerous than that of an ordinary person with weapons."

"Fighting techniques and weapons—the same principle applies."

"Depending on the different uses and purposes, we thoroughly remove the useless dross, and what remains is the 'essence'."

"The 'mission' of a weapon is engraved in its design, and the 'will' of a fighting technique can also be reflected in the fists and feet."

"The function has become part of the style of expression, which is why I think it's cool."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Shiraki was slightly pleased. "The strongest [Super Soldier] actually ranks 'fighting skills' and 'weapons' on the same level. It's truly an honor."

"I'm not an amateur."

Kaiya sighed, “I know a whole bunch of ‘fighters’ who can rival weapons, blunt weapons, knives, axes, daggers, guns, whips, and even bombs.”