Super Fighting Tokyo.

Bai Mucheng looked at Wu Fengshui, who was shaking his head, and couldn't help but smile, thinking the girl was pretty.

"That's right. Since we said we're going to 'play,' we should bring out more toys and have a good time."

He turned to Shibukawa, "So... we'll just have some fun?"

Shibukawa laughed heartily, "No problem, just have some fun!"

This reassured the audience somewhat, but their hearts immediately jumped again, because the two's so-called "just playing around" was anything but casual!

Shibukawa Gōki clenched his fists, lowered his waist, opened his chest, and slightly extended his wrists diagonally downwards.

As promised, Shiraki Cheng deactivated the [Engine] mode, but then assumed a punching stance.

"..."

Their breaths mingled, and they unleashed their air superiority in a wild and unrestrained manner, squeezing and colliding with each other, even distorting the air itself!

The next moment—

"Drink!"

With over 36 trillion cells working together, Bai Mucheng unleashed a powerful punch forward.

[Strike with extreme force!]

Boom!!

Shiramu Cheng threw a punch.

then……

Shiramu Cheng was sent flying backwards!

call out--!

Chapter 272 The Master's Skill!

The old man named "Shibukawa Takeki" faced the powerful and heavy "Strike of the Extreme" with just his right foot stepping forward and his left palm opening and pushing out.

call out--!

Bai Mucheng was sent flying backwards like a cannonball, his entire body soaring through the air at high speed before his back slammed heavily against the wooden frame outside the arena.

Splash!

The makeshift wooden frame was smashed to pieces, with Bai Mucheng lying on his back inside, surrounded by billowing dust and a scene of utter chaos.

"Whoa—!"

Bai Mucheng's back arched, and he broke out in a cold sweat from the pain. He couldn't help but groan, his face contorted in pain, and it took him a while to recover.

Nearby, several Wu family workers quickly moved aside and were also watching.

This year's game rule is to defend the title, so it's not surprising that a fight breaks out. If it gets damaged, just fix it.

But to their surprise, a fight broke out early in the morning.

What surprised them even more was that, despite Bai Mucheng throwing a powerful punch, he was the one who was knocked away!

Is this the secret technique of ancient martial arts—Aikido?!

While the Wu clan was still in shock, Bai Mucheng had already climbed up from the ruins.

"call!"

Bai Mucheng exhaled hot air, which relieved the severe pain in his back, but the disorientation caused by the imbalance still made him tremble slightly.

Seeing this, Shibukawa couldn't help but grin and tease, raising an eyebrow:

"Wow! Wow~~~~ It can actually fly that far! No wonder it's the brat that headquarters praised, its striking power is truly amazing!"

……

……

Upon hearing this, Wu Fengshui couldn't help but swallow, his dark eyes widening.

It's just incredibly powerful!

Wu Fengshui was quite familiar with Bai Mucheng's "Extreme Strike," a powerful attack that mobilized over 36 trillion cells throughout his body.

That powerful punch could even shatter reinforced concrete!

But Shechuan Gangqi was a man who was 155cm tall and weighed 47kg. He was even thinner and smaller than Wu Fengshui, and he was also a little old man.

How did he manage to launch a defensive counter-attack?!

The girl paused for a moment, "Is this Aikido that can be used in 'any real combat'?"

"..."

Sonoda was also sweating with excitement, "Truly a master whose skills amazed everyone!"

He had heard of the miracles of the "Martial Saint" several times, and now he finally witnessed them in person.

“When the enemy exerts force to harm you, add your own force and deflect it back.”

"The stronger the attack the enemy launches, the stronger the force that is reflected back at the enemy!"

……

……

click, click, click...

Bai Mucheng slowly stepped forward, kicked off his shoes, and walked barefoot back onto the ring.

After he stood still, the trembling in his body barely stopped.

"Great, fantastic..."

Shiraki Cheng gasped for breath and muttered, "The counterattack power of Aikido changes depending on the opponent's attack power."

"It's like if the force I throw at you is 10, the counterattack I receive is equal to '10 plus your force'!"

"..."

Shibukawa laughed heartily, "Yes, yes, you understand very quickly!"

"Truly the pinnacle!"

Shiraki couldn't help but praise, "It feels like something out of a fantasy novel—Aikido theory has been perfectly applied to real combat. I really can't think of a way to beat you, Shibukawa-sensei!"

"Hahaha!"

Shibukawa laughed loudly, hands on his hips, "So, Shiraki-kun, are you going to admit defeat?"

"……Do not."

Bai Mucheng scratched his face, somewhat embarrassed, "Although we agreed it was just 'casual fun,' it really didn't work out."

"Whether it's games, festivals, or fighting games—there will never be another one exactly like them in my life, which is why I love them."

"If I give up now, I'll miss out on something, and I really don't like that..."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Shibukawa straightened his expression and smiled earnestly, "Yes, I understand."

"Not long ago, I almost completed my 'protection spell,' so when I'm about to face danger, there's always a voice telling me—don't go."

"But that's the problem."

Shibukawa smiled faintly, "The kind of people like us—are precisely attracted to this 'danger'."

"We've been talking for so long, old man Shibukawa, your muscles have all gone cold..."

Shiraki Cheng stood sideways, his left arm pressed down, his right fist guarding his ribs and chin, slowly pacing forward on the ring, gradually approaching Shechuan.

There was no explanation, no shouting, yet the atmosphere was so intense it felt like it was burning!

The air superiority zones of both sides collided!

Shiraki Cheng changed his playing style.

To return an attack using Aiki techniques, you must first be able to read your opponent's movements.

Let's take a look at the options!

A glint of light flashed in Bai Mucheng's eyes. As his body slowly pressed down, two beams of light seemed to remain in mid-air, and his face suddenly became ferocious.

A wide variety of skills—

[The Intent to Kill]!

In an instant, a multitude of thoughts, including the "wave of killing intent," surged within Shiraki's mind, presenting numerous possibilities for Shechuan.

In Shibukawa's eyes, Shiroki Cheng will unleash dozens of different punches and kicks in the next instant, but only one of them will be chosen to become reality!

"Young people really have so many ideas!"

Shibukawa opened his eyes wide, suddenly raised his right arm which was behind him, and then quickly pressed his palm forward.

At the same time, Shiramu Cheng also twisted his waist and hips, intending to raise his left leg high.

[Rumble and fall]!

As the name suggests, this move involves striking down with the heel, a powerful kick from above that can launch an attack from the most difficult angle to deflect the force of.

Swish!

But to Shiramu Cheng's surprise, before he could even lift his leg, Shibukawa's right palm pressed forward, pressing down on the underside of his knee.

"It really is this!"

Shibukawa saw through Shiraki's moves, pulled back with his right palm, and hooked Shiraki's lower leg.

"Hey!"

He lifted him up forcefully, flipping Bai Mucheng over, while pressing Bai Mucheng's face down with his other hand and slamming him to the ground.

Swish!