Super Fighting Tokyo.

"That man's real name was 'Haru'."

Bai Mucheng leaned on the railing of the stands, while Wu Fengshui leaned on his arm. Both of them were in a comfortable position, perfect for watching the game.

“He was born in a village near the Himalayas at an altitude of 5000 meters, and was known as a ‘prodigy’.”

"At six years old, he could lift an adult with one hand; at ten, he became the tallest man in the village; and at eleven, he single-handedly dealt with a snow leopard that attacked the village..."

"At the age of 15, he completed the coming-of-age ceremony of the mercenary group 'Gurkha' with his bare hands, jumped off a cliff, hunted blue sheep at the bottom of the cliff, and dragged a total of 480kg of prey back up the cliff."

"Taking this opportunity, he became the strongest warrior among the Gurkha mercenaries!"

Wu Fengshui turned to the next page of information.

"Several years later, he was discovered by N Company's president, Akio Kono, and left the village for Tokyo to become N Company's exclusive fighter."

"In order to keep this gifted warrior firmly in his grasp, Akio let him enjoy a life of luxury, providing him with all the food, clothing and other necessities he could need, which eventually caused Haru's desires to spiral out of control."

"The environment of excessive indulgence became a luxurious poison, which indeed eroded Haru, turning him into a 'super-physical fighter' who only knew how to eat and play—Haruo."

"..."

Upon hearing this introduction, Shibukawa blinked, his expression somewhat surprised.

But what surprised him was not "Chunnan" himself, but the thoroughness of Wu Fengshui's intelligence. "The little sister of the Wu clan is amazing. She can even investigate matters concerning the Himalayas?"

"Of course!"

Before Wu Fengshui could reply, Bai Mucheng answered first.

The latter pulled Wu Fengshui into his arms, placed his hands on the girl's shoulders, and swayed her back and forth, laughing at Shechuan, "This is our family's intelligence network!"

Shibukawa raised an eyebrow. "Hahaha, you two are really enviable~~~!"

The atmosphere of the conversation was excellent, not at all like the pre-battle atmosphere.

This scene left Akio Kono speechless, prompting him to reiterate his observation.

"Have you all been intimidated by the title of 'master' and forgotten how significant a poor physique can be?!"

Akio looked at Shibukawa, "Compared to the wrestler you defeated, Haruo is a full half meter taller and weighs more than twice as much!"

"Master Shibukawa, Haruo's weight—is more than 'six times yours'!"

"..."

Shibukawa raised an eyebrow. "Brother Akio, are you feeling uneasy? Even if I keep emphasizing this, I won't back down!"

75-year-old Shechuan turned to look at the extremely obese young man on the field.

Ultimately, whether it's lean meat, muscle, or fat—it's all just 'meat,' it's all the same.

"Humans don't need to grow so much flesh."

Shibukawa slowly removed his amber-rimmed glasses and said leisurely:

"If it's about sacrificing a human body in exchange for the flesh and blood of a monster, then of course it's terrifying."

"But that kind of meat, filled with human desires, is sickeningly sweet; it's basically just soft, fluffy marshmallows!"

After saying that, Shibukawa handed the glasses to Shiraki, saying, "These are top-grade items made of the finest tortoiseshell, so take good care of them!"

Bai Mucheng smiled and agreed.

……

……

"Here I am!"

The host announced loudly:

"The Metropolitan Police Department's current grappling technique instructor, Aikijujutsu master—[Martial Saint] Shibukawa Goki—has arrived at the Kengan Tournament ring!"

"Height 155cm, weight 47kg—"

"Is it really possible to fight against the God of Destruction, Haruo Kono, with such a large physical disparity?!"

"Can Shibukawa's strong character prove that the legendary 'master' is not just a name without substance?!"

"The answer is about to be revealed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shibukawa stepped onto the ring, facing the stout Kono Haruo, his hands still in his pockets, a grin on his face.

……

……

Off the field.

Wu Fengshui, being rocked along with Bai Mucheng, suddenly thought of:

"Speaking of which, this year's arena game is all about 'defending the title'."

“Starting from the first battle, the fighters who stand until the day of the celebration are qualified to light the fireworks at the fireworks festival.”

Bai Mucheng laughed and said, "Really? I'm really looking forward to it!"

Even Sonoda nodded in agreement.

These words only puzzled Kono Akio, who had a businessman's mindset. "The prize for defending the title is lighting fireworks? What's the point of that?"

Wu Fengshui thought for a moment, "It will look really good... right?"

Seeing Qiu Nan's blank expression, Bai Mucheng waved his hand to comfort her, "The point isn't the prize, it's the 'process' of defending the title..."

Akio Kono was utterly speechless and stopped paying attention to this group of inexplicable people.

Meanwhile, Wu Lianyi approached Bai Mucheng.

He looked at Haruo on the field and asked Shiraki Cheng curiously, "How do you fight against an opponent with that kind of physique?"

Shiraki stroked his chin. "The difference in arm span is too great, making it extremely difficult to attack the midline. Therefore, the most basic thing to do when dealing with a giant is to attack the extremities, such as joints or hands and feet."

Wu Lian nodded. "So how would you play?"

Bai Mucheng smiled helplessly, "Should we at least try a fight? Or a grappling move?"

Wu Lianyi had expected this, "As expected..."

……

……

On the arena.

Kono Haruo was panting heavily, still thinking about the game he had just played, and even asked the host for some snacks.

The host repeatedly reassured them, then raised his hand to signal:

"Game start!"

Swish!

The right hand falls.

Kono Haruo—the 315kg behemoth—burst into heavy breathing, his gaze fixed on Shibukawa Takeki with a palpable sense of oppression.

But to the audience's surprise, Shibukawa Tsuyoshi neither dodged nor avoided the situation, but simply stood there quietly.

"Hahaha!"

Shibukawa beckoned with his finger, smiling and gesturing, "Come on, little chubby guy, have a go!"

This disdainful and provocative tone ignited Haruo's anger, and he strode towards Shibukawa, intending to end the match with a single punch.

call!

The massive body created a strong gust of wind as it sprinted, causing the spectators in the front row to squint.

But just as the two were about to clash—the moment when the fist was about to hit Shibukawa—Shibukawa suddenly squatted down, braced himself with his hands on the ground, and leaned forward.

With this move, Shibukawa became like a stumbling block on the road, bumping into Haruo's calf.

Swish!

Chunnan's massive body instantly lost its balance, and he fell forward onto the ground with a loud thud, slamming into the sand and swallowing a mouthful of mud.

Before Chun Nan could stand up—

Suddenly, Shibukawa turned and jumped, delivering a swift and powerful flying kick that struck Haruo on the back of the neck like a soaring eagle.

boom!

"Aha, we've taken the first game!"

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boom!

The burly man lying on the ground was kicked in the back of the neck by Shibukawa, causing him to cough up blood with a low growl from deep in his throat.

"Crack—!"

Chunnan coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face contorted in pain, and his thick limbs swung wildly, kicking up clouds of dust.

"Huh?"

Standing on Haruo's back, Shibukawa felt the struggle of the person beneath him and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and laugh, "You didn't faint? You're quite sturdy!"

The old man swiftly raised his right foot, using the outside of his foot as a knife, aiming at Chun Nan's head.

"Since that's the case, let's give it another kick!"

Swish!

Shibukawa's powerful kick came down.

Haruo was unaware of this, but just as he was about to be hit, the sharp pain in the back of his neck enraged him, and he tried to stand up by pushing himself up with both hands.

boom!

It was just a simple bracing, but it was like a gas cylinder exploding, making a loud bang and smashing two deep craters into the ground.