Super Fighting Tokyo.

The extremely fast and powerful upper-level spinning kick was about to hit Wu Lei'an's chin, but he had already clenched his right fist and brought it down heavily like an iron hammer.

boom!

The fist slammed into Bai Mucheng's sole, causing him to grimace in pain and stagger backward.

The commentator's eyes widened. "A perfectly balanced roundhouse kick was deflected by Wu Lei'an's iron fist! It was still incredibly brutal!"

"And—and—!!"

"Up until now, apart from [Liberation], Wu Lei'an has never used his family's martial arts even once!"

"Does the Demon intend to rely solely on physical strength, reveling in the thrill of crushing his opponent, to decide the fate of the Fighting Spirit?!"

"..."

As Bai Mucheng retreated, Wu Lei'an immediately pressed forward.

Bang bang bang!

Brutal punches and kicks rained down on Shiramu Cheng, occasionally deflecting his counterattacks before continuing their fierce assault.

"Click-clack!!"

Wu Lei'an fought more and more fiercely, his sinister smile impossible to contain.

But what he was thinking was completely different from what the commentator was thinking.

Wu Lei'an did not use the Wu clan's technology not to enjoy the pleasure of ravaging, but because he could not suppress his inner ecstasy.

Because he discovered something interesting!

He clearly only wanted to vent his physical violence and planned to have some fun with Shiraki Chengsou first, so he didn't use any techniques and simply threw punches and kicked.

But why do I feel like I'm in a "battle"?

That's so strange!

Wu Lei'an couldn't figure it out at all, as if he had tasted some novel flavor and couldn't help but immerse himself in it.

Boom!

Two quick straight punches were thrown out, but Bai Mucheng deflected them with his left wrist in a "battle aura parry" stance.

Shiraki Sei was about to retaliate when Wu Lei'an launched a third straight punch, forcing him to stop and block in order to regain his footing.

The next second—

[Aura Counterattack - Chest-Piercing Elbow]!

boom!

While raising his arms to block, Bai Mucheng quickly thrust his left elbow forward, striking Wu Lei'an in the face and instantly causing him to bleed from the nose.

"what!"

Wu Lei'an looked up and grinned maliciously.

This is so much fun!

This was the first time in his life that he had experienced such a "contest" on a purely violent level!

He couldn't even describe the feeling, but he just wanted to keep playing no matter what, and he wanted to figure out what he was "competing" against.

Don't stop so soon, bro...

Make me even happier, even happier, even happier!

Swish!

Wu Lei'an swung his elbow to the side, but Bai Mucheng leaned back and dodged.

But Wu Lei'an didn't stop moving. He used his right arm, which was horizontal, as a "shield" and pressed it forward forcefully towards Bai Mucheng's neck.

boom!

Shiraki slid backward, avoiding being pushed to the ground, but his throat was still hit hard, causing him to cough incessantly for a moment.

"Cough cough—!"

He clutched his neck and backed away, coughing up blood and saliva, struggling to breathe.

Wu Lei'an continued to press his advantage, relentlessly attacking Bai Mucheng with violent punches and kicks, landing them even more effectively.

"Wu Lei'an's attack has been effective; Bai Mucheng is being suppressed!"

The commentator watched intently, "If this continues, Shiramu Cheng's situation will be extremely precarious!"

Boom boom boom—!

Wu Lei'an's punches and kicks became increasingly fierce, and his speed was so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye. His heavy footsteps closed in at the same time, gradually pressing Bai Mucheng to the ground.

The Wu clan is also known as the "Forbidden Descendants," and Wu Lei'an is the "Demon" among the "Descendants."

The Demon King will destroy everything!

This display of violence is so suffocating and terrifying that it's not even something to be feared, let alone be considered an "opponent."

"Yaha!"

Finally, Bai Mucheng was beaten to the ground, exposing his vital organs.

"Hoo... Ha!"

A strong sense of joy filled Wu Lei'an's entire body, even overpowering his desire to ravage, and he turned to stare intently at Bai Mucheng.

"I can't hold back anymore, okay, bro?"

What can't I help?

Of course, we should go all out!

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng, who was lying on his side, had a dazed look in his eyes, and his lips opened and closed, uttering a word that sounded like "okay".

Wu Lei'an was overjoyed.

He aimed at Shiramu Seung's waist and abdomen, raised his right leg to gather strength, and delivered a super-heavy soccer kick.

boom!

Bai Mucheng was like a metal cannonball that had been kicked away; he flew backward and left a thick scratch on the sandy ground of the arena.

Splash...

Bai Mucheng slid backwards for seven or eight meters until he crashed into the railing behind him and finally came to a stop.

The audience, including the female commentator, craned their necks to look at Bai Mucheng's situation, and some even thought the outcome was already decided.

But then, some people with better hearing heard Bai Mucheng, who had fallen to the ground, muttering.

"Brother Lei'an, your punches and kicks are truly outrageous!"

"But for now, I've thoroughly understood it..."

Upon closer inspection, the audience noticed that Shiraki Seung raised his right arm to block the deadly soccer kick, with smoke even faintly rising from his forearm.

Swish!

Bai Mucheng slapped the ground with one hand, rolled over and stood up, sweating profusely from the pain.

"Thanks to you."

He raised an eyebrow at Wu Lei'an and said leisurely, "It's been a long time since I've seen such comprehensive martial arts skills. It's really exhilarating."

"I have thoroughly mastered your fighting techniques!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, even Wu Lei'an was stunned.

Anyone could see that he had only been venting his physical violence and had not used any of the Wu clan's techniques.

Viewers couldn't help but wonder if Shiraki Cheng had been stunned by the beating.

Or did they misjudge Wu Lei'an, thinking that the opponent didn't know any other moves and had already used all his strength?

Neither of them seems to make sense.

Bai Mucheng turned his head and looked around. Seeing the puzzled expressions on everyone's faces, he realized that he had been misunderstood. He then widened his eyes and looked at Wu Lei'an again.

"What I'm looking at isn't the Wu clan's skills, but you—"

Those trembling pupils maintained their [engine], as if trying to see through Wu Lei'an completely.

"The fist and footwork techniques themselves are beautiful, but they are also very basic moves..."

Chapter 322 Understanding Fist and Foot Techniques

"Hs...hs..."

Wu Lei'an was panting heavily, his voice sounding less like a human's and more like that of some mad beast.

His entire body was bulging with blood vessels, his face was even more ferocious, blood vessels filled the black whites of his eyes, and his pupils emitted a cold light as he looked at Bai Mucheng.

The audience members all widened their eyes.

"The white wood has moved?!"

"He stood up! And he blocked that exaggerated soccer kick!"

"The defensive technology is superb!!"

"..."

However, there was no shortage of experts present. For example, the "Martial Saint" Shechuan Gangqi was recalling the scene just now with great interest, pondering Bai Mucheng's movements.

Is it technology?

No, it's not—

It's not that "complicated"!

……