Super Fighting Tokyo.

At the very moment that Shechuan's "fist" was formed—without any visible movement—Chunnan suddenly went limp and collapsed to the ground.

Pfft!

"..."

The entire room fell into dead silence; no one understood what had happened.

Jab? Magic? Sorcery?

Shibukawa turned to look at Shiraki, and shook his right fist. "This isn't a fist, it's a cool countdown~!"

Seeing that Shirakawa was still stunned, Shechuan explained with a smile.

"The reactions that every human body will inevitably have, and the reflexes that will be triggered—there's nothing we can do about them."

"It doesn't matter what size you are, just find your weakness there!"

Shibukawa opened his right palm, raised five fingers, and smiled leisurely:

“I poked the fat guy in the throat and calculated the time. He only had five seconds left to move before he would suffocate.”

"..."

Hearing about this method of victory, Shiramu Cheng couldn't help but widen his eyes and murmur in admiration, "Indeed, it's more impressive than stabbing someone in the throat..."

"Ha ha!"

Shibukawa grinned, waved his raised right hand, and loudly gestured to Shiramu Cheng: "Hey, don't just stand there, use your hand!"

Shiraki raised his palm, and Shechuan swung it out forcefully, colliding with it with a "smack" that produced a pleasant, crisp sound.

At this moment, the host finally came to his senses.

The outcome is decided—

"Winner: Shibukawa Takeki!!"

"..."

Shibukawa rubbed his stomach and gestured to Shiraki and Sonoda, "Phew! That felt good. I'm hungry, let's go eat. Sonoda's treating!"

Chapter 270 A Little Lively

"Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Shechuan, hands on his hips, strolled leisurely to the edge of the arena.

He high-fived Shiraki and let out a hearty laugh.

Because the battle ended so quickly, the audience didn't even have time to react, and even though the outcome was decided, they were unable to give a response immediately.

At this moment, the pretty young girl who was also the host and referee of the Kengan Association demonstrated her professionalism and loudly proclaimed:

"【Martial Saint】VS【God of Destruction】! 47kg VS 315kg!"

"A master of Sichuan, with unyielding spirit! Master Shechuan—"

"Enduring a weight difference of more than six times, he miraculously overcame it and defeated the mercenary fighter from the Himalayas!"

"Such a miracle could happen right before our eyes!"

"Ancient martial arts are truly awe-inspiring!"

"The secret technique of Qi gathering is terrifying!!"

This immediately caused the entire audience to erupt in cheers. One by one, the audience snapped out of their daze and applauded and cheered for the 75-year-old master.

Shechuan smiled calmly, turned around at the edge of the ring, and bowed to the entire ring—and the audience—to express his gratitude.

"I almost forgot, this is a lively celebration arena. It's all thanks to this young lady for livening up the atmosphere. Young people are really something!"

With his hands in his pockets, Shibukawa gracefully stepped off the ring, put his haori back on, and donned his amber-colored tortoiseshell-rimmed glasses.

He raised an eyebrow and surveyed his surroundings, passing by Shiraki Shōwa and Sonoda, and noticed Wu Huili, who was watching the battle.

"Oh! Brother Wu!"

Shibukawa laughed heartily, "Long time no see! I was planning to have tea with you after the match, but I didn't expect you to come and watch the game too!"

91-year-old Wu Huiliyang, still leaning on her cane and carrying a knife, said, "It's been so many years, but you haven't aged a bit!"

Shibukawa pouted and teased, "Well, you've aged much better than me, and you have a whole bunch of kids too!"

"Ha, you old fox..."

Wu Huili chuckled and scolded, then raised her hand and said, "With the dignified Martial Saint here, we can't refuse to entertain him. Let's have dinner at my residence."

I don't really care about Shibukawa, but I'm a little concerned about Sonoda.

"Is this alright, Brother Sonoda?"

He asked in a low voice, "You're an officer from the Metropolitan Police Department, is it permissible for you to visit mercenary families?"

"I know nothing about the underworld!"

Sonoda picked at the tip of his nose, pretending not to understand, "Besides, according to the rules of Wu Village, this arena now belongs to you, Shibukawa-sensei, so let's go with the flow!"

"Aha……"

Shechuan smiled and shook his head, accepting Wu Huili's invitation, then turned to look at Bai Mucheng.

"Brother Shiraki, the headquarters came to my house not long ago and mentioned you to me. Don't you want to say something to me?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng was stunned, still immersed in the battle just now, and couldn't think of anything to say for a moment, so he scratched his head.

"Ah... that..."

"Hahaha!"

Shibukawa laughed heartily, pulled out an exquisitely crafted business card from his pocket, and handed it to Shiraki Shigeaki. "I heard from headquarters that you like to collect these? Remember to keep them safe!"

Bai Mucheng blinked, finally realizing what was happening, and carefully put the business card away.

On the ring, Kono Haruo was still unconscious, and the doctors were unable to lift him onto a stretcher for the time being.

His adoptive father, Akio, collapsed to the ground after Chunnan's defeat, muttering "How could this happen?" He was completely unable to accept reality.

He was playing a formal "street battle," which means that Nexon has been completely eliminated and has no chance of making a comeback!

However, the fact that the company would suffer huge losses was a minor matter, and no one else at the scene cared.

……

……

The clan chief's residence, the main dining hall.

Originally, Wu Huili wanted to entertain her old friend in a private room, but Shibukawa Takeki wanted to experience the "family specialties" more, so they had dinner in the cafeteria.

There were many people gathered together, about forty or fifty, including men, women, young and old, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere, like a large family.

Wu Huili and Shechuan Gangqi sat side by side at the head of the table, while the younger generation sat on either side of the long table, chatting idly.

What's rather unusual is that Wu Lei'an finished eating early and leaned against the window frame, saying he was too lazy to adapt to this playful atmosphere.

"..."

Wu Fengshui whispered to Bai Mucheng, "Actually, my older brother cares a lot about his family, otherwise he wouldn't have stayed to wait for everyone to finish eating."

Bai Mucheng nodded in understanding.

Upon hearing the commotion, Wu Lei'an made a loud "tsk" sound.

"..."

At the dinner table, the other members of the Wu clan were also chatting.

It includes information about commissioned tasks, beautiful knives, the bloodletting effects of equipment, formidable opponents, the current state of underground income, and so on.

"That's right, that's what a holiday celebration should feel like!"

Shechuan slapped his thigh and laughed heartily, finding it quite exhilarating.

Standing nearby, Wu Huili asked curiously, "By the way, what are you doing in Wu Zhili all of a sudden? You didn't come here just to bully that chubby kid, did you?"

Of course not.

Shibukawa waved his hands repeatedly, then suddenly stopped smiling and said seriously, "There is a dangerous death row inmate who is my 'old friend.' I want to send him a challenge, but I can't find him."

“Coincidentally, there’s a place near Wu Zhi Li where he used to stay. I’d like to come and look for clues.”

"..."

Wu Huili nodded, having already heard about the past events in Shechuan, and then stopped asking.

The old man took a sip of sake. "IDEAL, death row inmates, and the Insect Organization, those petty scoundrels are all stirring up trouble... Honestly, they can't stay still for a moment!"

Upon hearing this, Superintendent Sonoda also spoke up, "Recently, IDEAL's movements have been unpredictable, and many people, like those death row inmates, are trying to find ways to enter the country, making the situation quite chaotic."

"Haha, we do need to be serious, but there's no need to keep such a stiff face!"

Shibukawa comforted Sonoda, pointing to himself and Wu Huili, "Back when we were young, there were absolutely no rules in the confrontations between martial artists."

"Getting your eyeballs or groin kicked to pieces... that's just commonplace."

"These days are so great! We have both a fighting ring and the Metropolitan Police Department. You've really worked hard. Remember to call us if you get into any trouble!"

Sonoda blushed upon hearing this and quickly went to toast Shibukawa and Wu Huili.

……

……

Late at night.

Next to the clan chief's residence is Wu Fengshui's house.

Shiraki Cheng is having trouble sleeping.

After witnessing the master-level martial arts of [Martial Saint] Shechuan Gangqi this evening, Shiramu Cheng tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

"Wow, that's amazing..."