Super Fighting Tokyo.

Glug~~~~

Snapped!

Okubo spun around, his right arm caught by Shiraki, and he was thrown forward, tumbling and flying through the air.

Snap...

Finally, he slid a few meters on the ground before coming to a stop, feeling a little dizzy.

Wait a minute, what happened?

This throw wasn't heavy; it wasn't even at the level of a regular practice throw.

But neither the audience nor Okubo himself would complain about how boring this move was, because the key was the "previous move".

The feeling was as if Shiramu Cheng's left arm had "disappeared" in an instant!

"..."

"I threw it, I threw it out! Ahhhhh!"

The commentator was momentarily at a loss for words, "Okubo's mixed martial arts style was also disrupted by Shiraki!"

……

in the audience.

Lalma raised an eyebrow in amazement, "That's a jab? So fast you can't even see it with the naked eye, it's comparable to Gaolang's Light Punch, isn't it?"

Gaolang responded, "No, that's not a 'fast punch,' but a more basic 'exhaustion move'!"

Lalma tilted his head, waiting for the answer from the [Battle God] strike technique.

Gaolang said in a deep voice, "In martial arts, 'exhaustion' is a crucial element. It can enhance the power of moves and make movements more agile."

"And just now—if I'm not mistaken, Shiraki's left arm underwent some kind of 'extreme exhaustion'!"

"It's as if it has no weight or even no shape, and it doesn't need to fight against any gravity or wind resistance. It reaches its top speed the moment it starts."

"That level of exhaustion cannot be achieved simply by relaxing the muscles."

As Gaolang spoke, he couldn't help but try clenching his left fist.

"I can't be sure if Shiraki's jab is faster than mine, because describing that move as 'fast' is not quite accurate."

"In that instant, Shiraki's left arm was completely depleted, softer than water, lighter than air, as if it were no longer 'matter'!"

"And the purpose of that jab is not simply to strike, but also to probe and restrain."

"—That's roughly the feeling."

……

……

"Whoosh—! Whoosh—!"

When Shiramu Cheng came to his senses, he was already covered in sweat.

It's not because of the punch, because "unleashing a weightless soul" requires no strength.

However, when his left arm returned from the soul to the material world and regained its heavy, tangible feel, Bai Mucheng felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds!

The newly developed move is far from being a killer move, but it is already quite exciting.

"Without force..."

Although he only has his left arm, just now, he achieved a soul-level exhaustion!

Having completely discarded the "unconscious," the remaining "non-fighting spirit" in the left arm was removed, leaving only the soul...

It is "non-material"!

Even if it's just for a brief moment, in that instant, they can perform actions that far exceed expectations!

"Ha ha!"

Bai Mucheng grinned, letting beads of sweat and blood slide down his lips. "This is so much fun..."

"..."

Okubo lay on his back, stretched out his arms and legs, and took the opportunity to rest for a while.

This is a common technique in formal fighting competitions, but since there is no countdown in underground fighting arenas, Okubo can have a much longer break.

"What a powerful punch... or was it a 'grab'? The movement was incredibly fast!"

Hearing Shiraki approach step by step, Okubo finally got up again.

"Phew! I feel alright."

Okubo exhaled a breath of hot air, flexed his wrists, and lowered his center of gravity again.

Having experienced countless battles, he has naturally encountered all sorts of unusual situations, so he can adjust his mindset very quickly and perform to his fullest potential.

He knew very well that the tide of the battle had turned.

But that's just how fighting is!

Only by doing your best can you avoid regrets...

Therefore, no matter what moves Shiraki uses, what Okubo has to do remains unchanged!

As long as you give it your all and pull your opponent into your rhythm, that's all you need!

"..."

The next second—

Bai Mucheng leans forward sideways and pushes off the ground with his feet.

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!

Ode!

In an instant, Shiraki Cheng closed in on Okubo and quickly threw a light punch to suppress him.

boom!

Okubo raised his arms to block, and was about to close in to use a throwing technique, but Shiraki grabbed his wrist first and then kicked him in the abdomen.

boom!

This kick forced Okubo to bend over.

Shiraki Shigeki stuck to Okubo's shoulder, flipped over his back, causing him to stumble, and then kicked out with his other leg.

[Jamie O Spinning Wheel Rush]!

boom!

Okubo was kicked to the ground.

But this time, after catching his breath, Okubo immediately got up and pounced on Shiraki, knocking him down.

Pfft!

Shiraki was lying face up, his waist and abdomen being pressed down by Okubo.

"drink!"

Okubo clenched his fists, about to smash them down, but Shiraki Shigeaki twisted his waist to the right, dodging Okubo's force.

shuh...

The two of them rolled to their sides at the same time.

Shiraki jumped up, and Okubo immediately followed, spreading his arms and leaping again.

Lock upon separation!

"—!!"

Shiraki lowered his center of gravity to its lowest point, aimed at Okubo's forward lunge trajectory, and used the "eye-pressing" technique to thrust forward with his forehead.

[Zangief's headbutt]!

boom!

Okubo's nose was hit, and he felt an intense soreness all over his face, causing his forward lunge to pause slightly.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shiraki opened his arms and gripped Okubo's shoulders tightly.

Although Okubo couldn't see clearly, his extensive combat experience immediately made him realize the danger he was in, so he turned around and grabbed Shiraki's shoulders.

"—!"

Both of them, with their centers of gravity low, grabbed each other's shoulders and got into a wrestling-like stance!

"ah!"

"what!"

The two twisted and turned, disrupting each other's balance, their footsteps darting across the arena, drawing haphazard lines.

"Huh...huh..."

After a brief but intense test, the two paused in their original positions, both panting heavily.

But as he gasped for breath, Bai Mucheng burst out laughing, continuing even as he choked and coughed.

"Ha...cough! Hahaha..."

He looked at the astonished Okubo and asked with a smile, "Are you happy?!"

Okubo was stunned.

Shiraki Cheng grinned, "Isn't the process of figuring things out more enjoyable than pursuing results with a specific purpose?"

Okubo understood perfectly, grinning, "Ah, doing what you want to do really makes you incredibly happy!"

After they finished speaking, they both caught their breath.

Swish!

Okubo twisted his body, pretending to throw Shiraki, but it turned out to be a feint; he actually threw a heavy right punch.