Super Fighting Tokyo.

boom!

Bai Mucheng raised his left arm to defend himself and blocked the punch.

[Hit and Vote]!

Okubo continued to change tactics, trying to grab Shiraki's wrist, but Shiraki pushed off the ground and retreated in an instant, avoiding the opponent's throw.

【Edge of Annihilation】!

Swish!

Bai Mucheng dodged while quickly retreating.

Unlike parkour or kickboxing, this is boxing footwork, which emphasizes details and requires a high degree of distance control. It is also suitable for observing opponents.

Okubo missed his first strike and was about to use the "Separate and Lock" technique to get close to Shiraki again when he saw that Shiraki's left arm had lost its strength again, as if it had disappeared.

【Edge's Mental Flash Punch】!

call out!

With his soul-level exhausted left arm, he grabbed Okubo's left wrist, restraining and pulling him, disrupting his forward lunge, and dragging him close to Shiraki once again.

Shiramu clenched his right fist and unleashed a series of blows.

"—!?"

Seeing that things were going badly, Okubo could only block with his shoulder, and he finally managed to break free after taking several punches.

shuh...

The distance between the two sides widened again.

Okubo was panting heavily, realizing that he had been at a disadvantage since the beginning and had been repeatedly restrained!

And the next second—

【Edge of Annihilation】!

Swish!

Shiraki stepped forward again, unleashing a flurry of punches from both fists at Okubo.

[Luke's Triple Impact]!

Bang bang bang!

The continuous blows struck Okubo's outstretched arms, but were all blocked.

After surviving this barrage of attacks, Okubo quickly retreated, intending to "leave," and then switched to "lock" or "strike."

But to his utter surprise, Bai Mucheng's almost imperceptible exhaustion returned, pulling him back once more before he could retreat.

Okubo could only continue to defend, but Shiraki grabbed his arm, twisted his body, and threw him away.

【Longo Backhand Throw】!

boom!

"—!?"

The heavy slam caused Okubo to groan in pain, and it also made him finally see Shiraki's tactics clearly.

In terms of move transitions, he maintained the upper hand from beginning to end, and once he entered the rhythm of mixed martial arts, he was able to maintain the pressure.

However, Shiraki Shigeaki does not intend to compete with Okubo in terms of "overall pace".

Relying on footwork or on jab grips, Shiraki repeatedly battled Okubo for the "start of rhythm".

In other words, what should be done the moment the two sides meet?

Throw? Strike? Step back? Dive? And so on!

In this brutal way, Shiraki avoids the tension at the rhythm level and instead forces Okubo to "choose," putting him at a disadvantage!

"...Click!"

Okubo was hit squarely in the face by Shiraki once again.

Whether in reality or in his mind, he felt like he couldn't breathe at this moment, as if he was being forced by Bai Mucheng, and there was no rhythm to speak of!

Whoosh!

Okubo launched a powerful counterattack with a punch, but Shiraki dodged it by shifting to the side.

……not good!

"brake--!"

Shiraki pushed off the ground and twisted his waist, delivering a powerful uppercut [Rising Dragon] that sent Okubo flying and crashing heavily to the ground some distance away.

……

……

"call……"

The continuous attempts to "exhaust" greatly depleted Shiraki Cheng's physical strength, but he did not feel any danger at all; on the contrary, he was very happy.

This is the joy of repeated attempts and walking side by side in the "progressive process"!

Winning and losing—these are trivial matters and have little to do with exploring "what is strength".

The ink flowed and rippled, outlining Edward's silhouette on the sidelines.

{Hmm...forcibly closing the distance between you, forcing your opponent to make a choice, and then countering your moves?}

Ed scratched his head. "Your fighting style isn't exactly refined, but I'm not in a position to criticize you for that. After all, my boxing coach is a roughneck."

{The fluctuation of killing intent—this power is different from 'mental power,' but both are equally dangerous and can easily affect a person's mind.}

{You want to try both?}

Ed shook his head. "…Fools are so stubborn. I really envy your confidence."

{But it's not bad either.}

If it's your own wish, then do it!

"..."

Shiraki Cheng stood sideways, shoulders raised to protect his jaw, right fist clenched, left arm relaxed, still in Edward's "Philadelphia Shell" boxing stance.

Then, his left arm went limp and swayed, gradually losing weight, and he could feel his soul trembling.

Like a wisp of spiritual energy, radiating a ghostly glow, it swayed and burned...

Chapter 365 You dare pull me?!

"knock down!"

The commentator exclaimed, "It's Shiraki Sei's invincible Rising Dragon Fist! He knocked down Okubo! He made him cough up blood and fall to the ground!"

Shiraki Shigetoki turned sideways and slowly stepped forward, approaching Okubo who was lying on his back on the ground.

The commentator continued: "【Fighting Spirit】is pressing forward relentlessly! He's about to deliver the final blow to 【Fighting King】!!"

"..."

The spectators were extremely tense.

The next second—

Whoa!

Okubo suddenly rolled over and stood up, baring his teeth and grinning maliciously, spitting out blood as he growled.

"Don't underestimate me, Shiraki!"

His fierce demeanor was completely different from his usual stereotypical image as a "comedic Osaka guy," clearly indicating that he had been genuinely enraged.

Even Bai Mucheng was startled.

Okubo spat out a mouthful of blood, grinned, and stared ahead.

"I am, after all, a candidate for the strongest king in the surface world. I have fought countless battles against one formidable opponent after another. Don't think I can't tell!"

"That 'exhaustion pull' move you just used, wasn't it?"

"You think you can defeat me with that move? Don't be ridiculous!"

Okubo bared his teeth, showing no fear whatsoever, as if he already had a plan.

Before he finished speaking, he pushed off the ground and charged forward, assuming a striking stance, and threw a heavy punch.

[Immediate attack upon departure]!

Swish!

Shiraki Cheng was a bit skeptical, so after his left arm was completely exhausted, he threw another punch in a jab stance.

【Edge's Mental Flash Punch】!

call out!

Shiraki's left hand reached through Okubo's heavy fist first, grabbed his right arm, pressed down with force, and pulled Okubo towards himself.

At the same time, Bai Mucheng's right palm is about to push forward.

But Okubo had anticipated this.

"Fast enough, but too little change!"

"You dare pull me?! Take this!"

Swish!

Okubo leaned forward, then opened his arms and wrapped them tightly around Shiraki's waist, leaving only his right arm outside.

Shiraki's right palm struck Okubo's cheek, drawing blood, but Okubo gritted his teeth and endured it.

The commentator exclaimed, "Wow! That's a terrifying tackle!"