Super Fighting Tokyo.

"But for the Wu clan, it is an innate 'combat-enhanced' body that surpasses that of others!"

Silent Sea King watched Wu Lei'an's every move and swallowed hard.

"To have achieved this much, they're practically 'man-made monsters,' truly remarkable..."

Please take one day off.

The climax of the Kure no Sato arc is approaching!

The Son of God arc is in full swing!

So I need to take a day off to organize this. The storyline surrounding Little Ali is really hard to write...

If you gentlemen have any matches you're looking forward to, feel free to leave a comment and let me know. Maybe I'll find some inspiration!

I've always been the type of creator who sets up the stage and then lets the characters do whatever they want, so I sometimes come up with some inexplicable ideas, which I actually find quite interesting.

I'm stuck! How am I supposed to connect the framework for the next chapter?! Damn it!

Chapter 320 [The Demon] Wu Lei'an

Bai Mucheng's straight punch, and Wu Lei'an's elbow strike—

The collision sent both fighters staggering backward, producing a dull thud that echoed across the arena for a long time.

"Is Shiramu Cheng's fist alright?!"

The female narrator from the Wu clan first turned her attention to Bai Mucheng, opening her eyes wide to observe him carefully.

After seeing Shiramu Cheng swing his arm, the commentator said in a deep voice, "Looks like there's no problem! Shiramu Cheng's punch is quite solid!"

"—All of the above is absolutely not an indication that I am biased towards Shiraki!"

The female commentator gripped the microphone tightly, saying, "Although it might sound like I'm bragging as someone from the Wu clan saying this, it's the truth!"

"We are a new kind of human, refined over a thousand years—designed to enhance our combat capabilities."

"The physique of the Wu clan is indeed that powerful!"

……

……

"Although it's a solid and fierce straight punch, if you counterattack, you'll end up getting hurt more!"

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

His tongue circled in his mouth, and he casually spat out blood foam. His expression showed no discomfort; on the contrary, it became even more ferocious and intense.

"Combat-specialized type—that's what the outside world seems to call the Wu clan."

"But in the end, very few people can explain what 'combat specialization' really is, because everyone who has experienced it in its entirety is dead!"

Wu Lei'an clenched his right fist, veins bulging on his arm. "Use whatever moves you have, brother—before you completely give up!"

Swish!

Wu Lei'an lowered his center of gravity and shot out like an arrow, delivering a swift and brutal punch to Bai Muchenghui with an extremely crude manner.

Using his arms to brace himself, Bai Mucheng steadily blocked the attack.

boom!

This punch was extremely powerful, causing Bai Mucheng's movements to become distorted, making it difficult for him to maintain his original stance.

Bai Mucheng changed his move accordingly, twisting his whole body to the right and quickly thrusting his left elbow forward, striking Wu Lei'an in the chest.

[Aura Counterattack - Chest-Piercing Elbow]!

Boom!

Wu Lei'an, having taken the blow, spat out a mouthful of hot, bloody breath, but his eyes became even more ferocious. He clenched his fists and continued to strike relentlessly with both hands.

Bang bang bang!

Bai Mucheng parried and occasionally launched a few counterattacks, but his efficiency was far inferior to Wu Lei'an's, and he was gradually suppressed by Wu Lei'an's terrifying and ferocious fists and feet.

Boom!

The thud of a fist hitting the flesh of a forearm was incredibly powerful!

Gradually, Bai Mucheng stopped counterattacking and focused on defense, clearly waiting for a good opportunity.

boom!

After failing to gain the upper hand in his prolonged attack, Wu Lei'an landed another heavy punch, creating an opening in his attack sequence.

—Now!

Bai Mu stepped forward, pushed off the ground with his feet, twisted his waist and thrust his hips, and unleashed a rising dragon uppercut.

boom!

After the punch landed, the feel of the blow was clearly off.

Upon closer inspection, Wu Lei'an had also raised his right arm and steadily blocked the punch, leaving only wisps of white smoke on his forearm.

"That punch was powerful! Too bad I still have plenty of energy left to defend..."

Swish!

Wu Lei'an swung his left hand horizontally, grabbed Bai Mucheng's right wrist, and roughly pulled him over. Then he swung his right fist and hit Bai Mucheng in the face.

boom!

In an instant, Bai Mucheng's eyelids, lips, and even face skin began to flutter, and blood burst from his nostrils.

Pfft—!

Bai Mucheng leaned back.

Wu Lei'an, however, did not let go of his left hand and continued to pull it toward himself.

Swish!

Bai Mucheng was pulled toward Wu Lei'an again. Seeing that he was about to be punched again, he immediately squatted down to dodge and moved his feet to avoid it.

With one attacking and the other defending, the two were briefly locked in a stalemate.

Wu Lei'an let out a ferocious growl, his attacks becoming increasingly fierce and unstoppable.

"The so-called 'combat physique' is not simply about having well-developed muscles, nor is it some boring nonsense like 'superhuman physique'!"

"It's power! It's an all-around crushing defeat!"

Wu Lei'an was getting annoyed by Bai Mucheng's constant pulling and tugging, so he simply took a half step back, turned to the side, and unleashed a series of powerful sweeping kicks.

Bang bang bang!

A series of muffled kicks rang out, interspersed with Wu Lei'an's hoarse roars.

"Physical fitness, lung capacity, resilience, reflexes, tendons, organs, and resistance to blows..."

"In everything about the battle, having an overwhelming advantage is the true difference in power. Do you understand?!"

Whoa!

Bai Mucheng was pulled by Wu Lei'an, staggered a few steps to the side, and was once again subjected to a series of brutal kicks, with blood splattering everywhere.

"Yaha~!"

Bang bang bang!

It took a full half minute for Wu Lei'an to finally stop. Half of his body was covered in bloodstains, and his left hand was still tightly gripping Bai Mucheng's right wrist.

The sheer brutality of the battle was so intense that even the female commentator swallowed hard and couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

"That's...that's way too exaggerated..."

"Bai Mucheng was beaten until he was covered in blood and couldn't even lift his head!"

"..."

Off the field.

Seeing this, Wu Fengshui frowned and complained to Wu Huili beside him, "Grandpa, Big Brother has really gone mad again..."

Because the audience seats of the temporary arena were very close, Wu Lei'an heard what he said before he finished speaking.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Wu Lei'an cursed, "Stop pretending! Feng shui, isn't that what you like?!"

This was very strange, and the audience was stunned for a moment.

"...?"

Enjoying it when your older brother beats up your boyfriend? What kind of logic is that?

Soon after, some people realized that Wu Lei'an was not referring to himself or the battle situation, but rather had omitted "he" in his words.

"Isn't that exactly what you like about him?!"

—The “this kind” that Wu Lei’an was referring to was the white wood that “looked” like it was on its last legs!

Wu Fengshui blinked, somewhat puzzled.

Wu Lei'an looked at Wu Fengshui with a blank expression, "Ah? You still haven't realized it? Your type of man..."

He continued to pull on Bai Mucheng's wrist, swinging Bai Mucheng around on the ring.

Strangely, despite his unsteady gait and being covered in blood, Bai Mucheng just couldn't fall down.

"Didn't you notice? Or are you just unwilling to admit it? In any case, the family's tastes aren't that different!"

Wu Lei'an grinned, baring his teeth, and looked at Bai Mucheng, "In some ways, this guy is the same type as me!"