Super Fighting Tokyo.

"Just now, Guo Haihuang relaxed all his strength and then quickly threw a punch forward—that's all there is to it."

"It's like a 'whip,' but unlike 'whipping' which damages the skin, it focuses more on the striking principle of the whip itself."

Kuroki gestured.

"Even a novice can easily produce a deafening sound when swinging a long whip in the air, because its tip has exceeded the speed of sound and created a sonic boom."

"If a martial artist imitates the principle of a whip when throwing a punch, using the joints of the body to accelerate, theoretically—they could deliver a supersonic punch!"

"..."

Shiraki raised an eyebrow. "It's based on Brother Katsumi's 'Sonic Fist' principle!"

Kuroki nodded. "Yes, I've heard that the Divine Heart Society's 'Ultimate Weapon' has used a similar fist technique, a talent that I, Kuroki, do not possess."

"However, Guo Haihuang's punch just now was not just about 'sonic speed,' but a much more sophisticated technique!"

"..."

Upon hearing Hei Mu's words, Guo Haihuang turned around, beaming with joy.

"Oh, a rugged and powerful man, you have a good eye!"

Guo Haihuang gently swung his arm. "Using multiple joints to accelerate—that is indeed the basic principle of this punch."

"But what I just used was only my upper limbs, starting from my shoulders. I didn't push off the ground or twist my spine. The number of joints was very small."

"Then, how can my punches exceed the speed of sound and become sharp enough to cut through the human body?"

Guo Haihuang was giving a lesson to Lie Haiwang and didn't care that others were listening in.

"Impressive, isn't it? The key is imagination."

Guo Haihuang pointed to his head.

"In reality, there are only a few joints that can be used, but that's not the truth."

"No matter how the actual structure is, it is different from the structure I imagined—if you try to think that way, you can achieve it."

"By using your imagination and increasing the number of joints in your fist, you can throw a faster punch."

"Imagination is limitless!"

"..."

The teachings of the highest level of martial arts are not something one can hear whenever one wants, so everyone listened with rapt attention, and even Kuroki Gensai couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

At the same time, Liu Longguang gritted his teeth and got up from the ground.

His right hand was severed by Guo Haihuang, but he immediately tucked his severed left hand under his right armpit and pressed down hard on the artery in his right arm to stop the bleeding.

"Huh...huh..."

Liu Longguang staggered and fled desperately while Guo Haihuang had his back to him.

"Hmm, isn't the punishment enough?"

Helpless, Guo Haihuang walked back to his wheelchair and gestured to Lie Haiwang, "Lie, push me over there and take a look. It seems to be quite lively over there."

Retsu nods.

This disciple knew very well that Liu Longguang's skill level was far from enough to make Guo Haihuang use fist techniques of a "killing" degree; to be able to punish him was already a great honor.

Now that things have come to this, Liu Longguang is at his wit's end, and we still need to see how he fares.

But both Kuroki Gensai and Guo Haihuang said that there was a "lively" or "dangerous atmosphere" ahead - what exactly was it?

……

……

Liu Longguang stumbled along, utterly exhausted, his eyelids drooping.

But he wasn't just running away randomly; he had a purpose.

After turning a few street corners, there was a park ahead, with a bush inside under which a pile of deadly contraband weapons were buried.

In addition to common weapons, there were also poisoned flying needles and homemade ceramic smoke bombs.

"..."

Whoa!

Liu Longguang rushed into the park, dove into the bush, and frantically rummaged around with his broken left hand, but couldn't find the weapon pouch at all.

At that moment, an unfamiliar voice rang out from behind Liu Longguang.

Are you looking for these?

Wow!

The person behind him tossed a sealed bag covered in dirt next to Liu Longguang; it was the weapon bag that had vanished without a trace.

Liu Longguang turned his head and saw a middle-aged man with long silver-white hair and a very sturdy build.

"You...you are...?"

"This section is to be kept in the archives."

That man was none other than Honbu Izo, the master of ancient-style practical jujitsu!

The officer, wearing a jacket, raised an eyebrow at Liu Longguang, clearly not expecting him to be so badly injured.

"I thought you'd only get a beating from Brother Bai Mu, but I didn't expect someone else would want to cause you trouble. You've made quite a few enemies."

The headquarters chuckled softly.

Meanwhile, Liu Longguang, who was kneeling on the ground, was secretly moving his knees toward the weapon bag next to him, trying to find some items from it.

The headquarters didn't care about this. "Go ahead and search, Brother Liu. I'm not like you, so I don't care about the opponent."

Liu Longguang naturally wouldn't refuse and immediately started searching.

Seeing this, Honbu Izo smiled and said, "Faced with such a desperate situation, what underhanded tricks are you going to pull this time?"

"..."

Liu Longguang's expression was unfriendly. He gripped the weapon with his left wrist, turned around abruptly, and threw it.

call out!

It turned out to be a sickle!

The scythe spun rapidly and flew straight towards Izou's neck, but was blocked by a sharp samurai sword and fell to the ground with a clang.

At the same time, a tiny poisoned needle was blocked by the headquarters using a "sword guard".

It turns out that Liu Longguang just made two moves, one overt and one covert, but both were blocked by Honbu Izo's sword with extreme precision!

"I see……"

Liu Longguang murmured, "After all, jutsu evolved from swordsmanship, so you are naturally proficient in swordsmanship as well."

Headmaster raised an eyebrow. "You're right, but only half right—jujitsu isn't just about swordsmanship; I'm proficient in all kinds of martial arts."

"But," the headquarters changed the subject, "you're no longer able to handle this, are you?"

"..."

Liu Longguang remained silent, and the next second—

"ah!"

He used all his remaining strength to push off the ground and sprint forward, seemingly making a final desperate attempt, but instead he sprinkled lime on the back of his shoe, intending to kick it towards headquarters.

Swish!

The main body gripped the katana tightly and slashed down, his figure intersecting with Liu Longguang's, but a second before he suddenly let go, allowing the katana to fly out.

puff!

The samurai sword was thrown out and pierced Liu Longguang's thigh.

He turned sideways, avoiding the limestone with his back to it, and at the same time grabbed the knife handle, pulled it off Liu Longguang's leg, and strode past Liu Longguang.

This move was incredibly smooth and spectacular!

puff!

Liu Longguang's thigh gushed blood, and he collapsed to his knees.

shuh...

The commander turned around and pointed the tip of his knife at Liu Longguang, who was kneeling on the ground.

The night breeze ruffled his long, silvery-white hair, causing his jacket to flutter slightly. His posture was both unrestrained and composed, with a strange blend of nonchalance and melancholy in his eyes.

He first looked towards the street in the distance and saw Bai Mucheng and the others walking towards him. Then he looked back at Liu Longguang and sighed.

"It's time to admit it, Brother Liu, the outcome is already decided..."

Liu Longguang wanted to say something more, but suddenly froze, his gaze fixed on the back of Honbu Izang.

"...!?"

The headquarters realized that Liu Longguang was not faking it, so they turned around and saw a burly figure with long, dark red hair.

—Yujiro Hanma!

Chapter 343 What is Victory and Defeat?

Tonight is indeed lively.

It all started with tracking Liu Longguang—the team that accompanied him, plus Guo Haihuang, made up seven people.

But for this group of people, no one cared what would become of Liu Longguang.

They were just taking a walk and happened to witness Liu Longguang's fate. Each of them had their own thoughts and were pondering things that mattered more to them.

"..."

Shiraki Sho, Ohma, Retsu Kaioh —