Super Fighting Tokyo.

shhhhhh...

Wu Lei'an twisted and rolled, his body spinning in smooth curves, and quickly stood up from the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

……

……

This lightning-fast attack and defense lasted only a dozen seconds, but its intensity was no less than that of a full-fledged arena battle, keeping the audience glued to the screen.

"So...so strong~~~~!"

Mitsuyo Koishi opened his eyes wide.

This eccentric person who loves to dismantle bones was quite shocked, as he hadn't seen his friend for a while.

He blinked. "Ah Cheng has actually become this strong!?"

Wu Fengshui laughed heartily, "Is that even a question?"

The strange man, panting heavily, transformed into a twisted and perverted figure, exclaiming, "Ah Cheng's bones must be incredibly brittle!"

Wu Fengshui: "...You'd better not say anything more."

That being said, Mushi is indeed a genius-level fighter with many unique insights.

"To be honest, A-Cheng's talent in fighting style and moves is somewhat similar to mine in the 'skeletal field'."

"In my view, all living things in the world are just collections of bones."

"Perhaps even A-Cheng himself didn't realize that his way of looking at 'fighting' is likely different from that of ordinary people!"

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Boom!

Wu Lei'an twisted his neck, making a crackling sound.

"Kukaka! This is really interesting!"

His body was hunched over, bloodstains remained at the corner of his mouth, and his ten fingers were clenched into claws, making him look like a ferocious beast, exuding an indescribable hunger.

Recalling what had just happened, Wu Lei'an grinned maliciously and locked his gaze on Bai Mucheng.

"I've killed plenty of flashy guys, but as expected—your moves and skills are different from those piece of trash!"

"Karate, kickboxing, Muay Thai..."

"It's not about absorbing and integrating, but rather a more extreme approach of taking everything indiscriminately, with numerous variations and styles, while also maintaining a high degree of precision."

"Are you out of your mind, bro? Let me blow this up and see!"

That狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious) smiling face radiated a twisted, bloodthirsty aura.

"Hey, what are you waiting for? Don't stop!"

Wu Lei'an grinned, his black-and-white eyes widening. "Skip this nonsense. If you dare to use those low-level probing tactics again, I'll kill you right now!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng turned to the side, pressed both arms forward and down simultaneously, then clenched his fists halfway, his knuckles cracking with a crisp "click".

“Brother Lei’an, it seems everyone thinks you’re crazy.”

"But I always feel that your fighting spirit and strength are much more than your 'delicate' personality."

"You say my moves are very accurate? Then let me show you..."

Shiraki leaned back and flipped his hands, adopting the "Jamie" style stance, with his legs slightly bent like a bow, his fists half-clenched and raised, and then his eyes focused.

Blood vessels appeared in the whites of his eyes, like chains pulling at Bai Mucheng's pupils, causing them to tremble rapidly.

The mind's consciousness goes to its limit, surpassing instinct, eliminating all unconsciousness, and completely controlling the body to achieve absolute "unity of knowledge and action".

[Engine] - All engines open!

"call……"

Bai Mucheng exhaled a breath of hot air and raised an eyebrow at Wu Lei'an.

The Demon ignored the pointless praise and instead scrutinized Shiramu Cheng's appearance repeatedly, a sinister grin spreading across his face.

"That's it! That's exactly what it looks like!!"

Wu Lei'an enjoys killing and is even a powder keg ready to explode at any moment, but he is by no means a mindless brute in combat.

He already knew about the "engine" technique, but now, having experienced it firsthand, he understands even more.

"Completely control the brain, at the cost of increased mental stress, and use 100% of different styles of moves!"

"So this is how you fight?!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng pursed his lips and stepped forward sideways.

Swish!

Two marks were left on the ground by his feet. His movements were loose and light, yet he had perfect control of his center of gravity, like a spring, and started up quickly in an instant.

King Jihai's eyes widened. "It's a fist technique... it's the movement of Drunken Fist!!"

Ode!

Bai Mucheng used the "Fighting Spirit Charge" to get close, then rushed forward and threw three quick punches.

Bang bang bang!

Wu Lei'an raised his arms to block, intending to take the opportunity to counterattack, but Bai Mucheng's drunken fist continued to strike.

【Jamie's Drunken Fist】!

He thrusts his left fist forward and throws it out, then quickly retracts it, and in the next instant, he throws another left fist.

Boom!

Wu Lei'an took the first blow, but he raised his hand to slap away Bai Mucheng's fist the second time.

Shiramu Cheng tilted his head back and turned around, adopting a stance similar to a "backhand punch," and quickly followed up with a right punch while simultaneously continuing to strike forward with his left fist to exert pressure.

Snapped!

This series of attacks was extremely fast, and the movements were as smooth as water.

After a brief period of adjustment, Wu Lei'an regained his footing, a sinister smile on his face, and showed no intention of retreating even half a step.

He relied solely on his superhuman reflexes, using only rough punches, kicks, dodges, and parries to fight back against Shiraki Cheng.

Swish!

Shiraki followed up with the force of his left punch, pressed his whole body down, swung his arms, made two quick feints, and then continued to strike.

BOOM BOOM BOOM...

The two continued their movements without stopping, exchanging blows and kicks, their figures flashing and shifting, creating a strong wind, and even leaving streaks of light in mid-air.

The female commentator even turned on the "unblock" mode to try and see as closely as possible, but she still couldn't explain the specifics.

"Wow...so fast! I can't see anymore!!"

"Even with our eyesight, we can't see Wu Lei'an and Bai Mucheng's movements!"

Before the words were finished—

Swish!

Wu Lei'an reached out and grabbed Bai Mucheng's right wrist.

Bai Mucheng threw a left punch, which landed on Wu Lei'an's chest with a loud "bang," leaving a red and swollen mark.

Wu Lei'an, however, did not care at all.

"Do you think that once you master the moves, everything will be fine?"

He forcefully gripped Shiramu Cheng's right wrist with both hands, twisted his waist and turned to exert force, his movements resembling those of a hammer thrower, and forcibly swung Shiramu Cheng away.

"Don't push your luck, get up there and take off!"

Wow!

Wu Lei'an used his brute strength to spin the white wooden beam around once, and at its highest speed, he grinned as he released it and threw it into the distance.

Chapter 319 The So-Called "Wu"

Crash—!

Bai Mucheng was swung around by Wu Lei'an and flew backwards in mid-air like a cannonball, finally crashing heavily into the fence at the edge of the field.

With a crisp "crack," the wooden fence was smashed by the white wooden support, scattering sparse wood chips.

"What terrifying strength!"

The commentator gripped the microphone tightly, "Bai Mucheng was swung eight meters... no, nine meters away, and smashed through the fence!"

"94kg versus 102kg, both are similar in height but have a significant weight difference, yet the lighter Wu Lei'an used brute force first!"

"He truly lived up to his [Demon Man] style!!"

"..."

……

offstage.

As Yusa watched the situation on the field, she couldn't help but swallow.

"The older brother of Feng Shui Sister, despite being lighter than the older brother, uses an extremely violent and aggressive fighting style..."

She has watched many matches, and since she is surrounded by people in the industry, she is already able to do some analysis.

Upon hearing this, Wu Jialouluo, who was standing to the side, spoke up to provide further information.