Super Fighting Tokyo.

Even at the very end, Baki Hanma could stop fighting at will, grab his girlfriend and run away, completely disregarding the fact that he was about to fight to the death!

That humiliation and helplessness were unforgettable for Liu Longguang.

But Liu Longguang did not believe that he had no chance of winning against Bai Mucheng!

"..."

Seeing this, Bai Mucheng still turned to the side, stretching his arms, "Even if you lose, do you still want to continue fighting, Liu?"

Liu Longguang was stunned.

Bai Mucheng pulled at the corner of his mouth with his finger, baring his teeth in a gesture, "Didn't you already fall to the ground and get hurt badly? And not only are your teeth broken, but your nose is crooked too..."

Upon hearing this, cold sweat instantly broke out on Liu Longguang's forehead.

It's hard to understand that feeling unless you experience it yourself.

Baki Hanma – He can decide whether or not to fight at will;

Shiraki Sei—on the other hand, was completely at ease, and would even analyze his opponent's injuries in great detail!

"..."

Liu Longguang's barely preserved fighting spirit was gradually dissipating.

In an attempt to reverse the disadvantage, Liu Longguang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and analyzed the situation with a cold smile.

"The two fingers you just flicked out are somewhat similar to 'pressure point striking' in boxing, but the actual principle is more inclined towards striking techniques."

"What an exquisite move..."

Liu Longguang rubbed his chin. "This way, by striking the opponent's jaw with the tip of your finger, you can make their brain shake and expose a fatal flaw."

Bai Mucheng raised an eyebrow, "Don't you know that perfectly well?"

Liu Longguang abruptly changed the subject, shouting sternly, "But the key point is—the outcome is still undecided!"

"Bai Mu, you still retain the naiveté of a martial artist. You failed to press your advantage and missed the chance to determine the victor. Therefore, I am not defeated yet!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng's expression turned somewhat troubled. "I see. Even after being beaten so badly, you still want a destructive death match?"

"I understand, let's do it!"

With its lowered center of gravity and more relaxed posture, the white wood exhibits a surge in aggression.

His eyes gleamed faintly, shimmering in the night with the rhythm of his body, leaving behind two streaks of light that distorted the air.

"Get ready, Liu! I'm going to use every trick in the book, I'm going to go all out!"

[The Intent to Kill]!

In this state, the "waves of killing intent" surged wildly, driving Bai Mucheng to want to destroy his opponent in front of him!

In Liu Longguang's view, that ferocious killing intent was almost within reach, which made it even more unbelievable to him.

To be able to control one's killing intent so freely at such a young age—has that reached such a level?!

"Gudu..."

Liu Longguang unconsciously swallowed.

Having experienced countless battles, he knew very well that this fight would not be a back-and-forth battle, and it was very likely that the outcome would be decided in just a few moves—or even a single move!

After thinking it over, Liu Longguang suddenly revealed a sinister smile.

"You seem to have been on guard against my ruthless attacks, but as I said before, I have even more dangerous tricks up my sleeve—"

"Whipping".

As he spoke, Liu Longguang straightened up, continuing to apply psychological pressure in order to improve his team's chances of winning.

"The whip is a more powerful weapon than many people imagine, and in some parts of the Middle East, flogging is still practiced."

"Before the prescribed number of lashes is completed, most prisoners will die, usually from shock, because the pain is too great."

Liu Longguang let his arms hang down, swaying in the wind as if they were soft and boneless.

“The back, the buttocks—even these non-vital areas—can cause excruciating pain if struck by a whip, and can even be fatal!”

"No matter how many happy days you have in the future, once you've been whipped a few times, you won't even think about them anymore..."

Before the words were finished—

Snapped!

Liu Longguang waved his right hand, using his "poisonous hand" to whip the air in front of him, striking like a "mercury whip" with a crisp sound.

That's an "ultra-high speed" where you can hardly see any human hands!

“This is ‘whipping’.”

Liu Longguang continued to hang his arms at his sides, grinning sinisterly, "Like the Poison Hand, it's a good toy that can kill people. How does it feel?"

"..."

Shiramu Cheng really thought about it carefully, and then burst out laughing.

"It's just so-so...?"

He looked at the surprised Liu Longguang and explained, "Liu, if we're just talking about killing someone, martial arts can do that too!"

"A chop to the neck with a hand, a punch to the heart to stop, and the heel of the palm to shatter bones..."

Driven by murderous intent, Bai Mucheng's voice became somewhat hoarse.

"Liu, you clearly possess so many skills, so why are you so insecure? Is it because you cherish and worship 'the bottom line' as a treasure..."

“You do not rely on a well-trained body—not using the body to drive external things, but simply relying on external things.”

"Now, you even regard your hands as external objects, flaunting your 'poisonous hands' and 'whipping'—these two weapons!"

Bai Mucheng grinned, "You only showed off the weapon itself, without even mentioning how to use it, and you still have the nerve to show off here?!"

"Liu, you should go and research nuclear weapons; their power is far greater than whipping!"

"..."

Hearing those mocking remarks, Liu Longguang's face turned extremely gloomy.

Seeing that Bai Mucheng's psychological defenses were completely unbreakable, Liu Longguang made a decisive move and chose to strike first, rushing forward quickly.

Swish!

He was less than 1.6 meters tall and already short in stature. With the cover of night, his speed seemed even faster, like a deadly ghost.

Just as he was about to approach Bai Mucheng, Liu Longguang resorted to another underhanded tactic. Instead of using a whip or poisonous hand, he stuck his left toe into the sand of the arena.

"Humph!"

Liu Longguang grunted, lifted his foot and kicked up the sand, splashing it onto Bai Mucheng.

Whoosh!

Moist sand flew out in patches.

Bai Mucheng had anticipated this, and he swayed his body to maintain his balance, pushing off the ground to retreat quickly.

【DJO Stay Cool!】

Swish-!

He retreated to a safe distance to avoid being blinded by the swirling sand, and looked straight ahead, where he could clearly see Liu Longguang's every move.

At this moment, Liu Longguang's face was contorted with rage as he thrust his right palm forward, preparing to launch a sneak attack with his despicable and venomous hand.

Shiramu Cheng suddenly had a feeling—

You can see it so clearly!

In a daze, his consciousness went berserk, ink-like waves surged around him, and a strange voice rang in his ears.

{Look, that person...}

Although possessing dangerous power, they are utterly incapable of controlling it and only boast about the power itself—ultimately, that's how they'll end up!

The ink-wash phantom's voice turned cold, "Tch! This is really annoying. Blow him up!"

Swish!

Before he finished speaking, Bai Mucheng had already moved forward, his steps light and agile, dodging the poisonous palm strike and intersecting with Liu Longguang's figure.

"brake--!"

Once the right fist has fully charged up, the middle finger joint protrudes when the fist is clenched, and the fist is quickly thrown forward.

[Luke's Swift Flash Knuckle Punch]!

call out!

The swift punch aimed straight at Liu Longguang's head.

The protruding knuckle of the middle finger struck the target first, penetrating Liu Longguang's right eyeball and embedding itself within, spurting out turbid fluid.

*Smack!*

Chapter 339 Multiple People Following

tonight.

【Gambler No. 2 Notary】Nightwalker Gu Yi felt extremely lucky to witness such a "beautiful" scene.

Liu Longguang and Bai Mucheng's figures intersected.

"brake--!"

Bai Mucheng shouted loudly, his right fist with the middle finger slightly protruding, and he swiftly struck forward with a "knuckle punch," hitting Liu Longguang's right eyeball.

*Smack!*

Liu Longguang's right eyeball was blasted open, making a crisp, sticky sound.