Super Fighting Tokyo.

"And there's more!"

Okubo roared, grabbed Shiraki tightly, flipped over and thrust backward with all his might.

"Drink it—!!"

Boom!

Shiraki used his right hand to protect the back of his head, landing on his back, which bounced him up from the ground before he fell back to the ground a second time.

"Cough..."

He lay on his back, the blood that had been accumulating in his mouth and nose was shaken out, and his eyes were trembling uncontrollably.

At the same time, Okubo had no more strength to pursue. He braced himself on his knees with both hands, feeling his waist and abdomen go weak, and was panting heavily.

"What a fierce German-style bridge fall!"

The commentator gripped the microphone tightly, "In that close-quarters moment, Okubo used his signature wrestling move! He slammed Shiraki Shigeki heavily to the ground!"

"This fall is no joke!"

"But, but... Okubo's stamina is also nearing its limit!"

"..."

Okubo bent over, thick saliva mixed with blood dripping from the tip of his lips.

"Huh...huh..."

He was breathing heavily when he suddenly sat down on the ground to rest.

"Wow, that's amazing..."

Okubo lowered his head, then raised his eyes to look at Shiraki, who had fallen to the ground.

"I have never encountered a fighter who can disrupt my rhythm before. It's great to be able to fight you."

"I've seen it all today! I've never seen a jab in boxing used like that!"

Okubo's mouth was open, hot breath coming out of his mouth and nose, unable to hide his exhaustion and pleasure.

"It seems we all need to slow down before unleashing our final move..."

"..."

Although the scene had calmed down, it seemed as if a storm was brewing, which drew even louder cheers from the audience!

"Okay!!"

"Okubo! Charge! You're about to turn the tide!"

"Hey! Shiraki! Don't lie down! Stand up!"

"..."

The commentator was also extremely excited, exclaiming, "Incredible! Both fighters are going all out!"

The next second—

Swish!

Shiraki and Okubo's gazes locked simultaneously, and they both stood up, using their remaining strength to confront each other once more.

Both of them were sideways, hugging the frame.

However, compared to Okubo, Shiraki's stance was still more relaxed, and his left arm was still ready to "lose strength".

All engines are running!

A strong consciousness takes over the body.

A murmur arose in Shiraki Cheng's mind:

That's fine.

Whether it's "the wave of killing intent" or "mental power," it's all part of "me," so I won't change anything.

As long as it's used...

Ed leaned against the fence outside the arena. {You can think that way if you want; after all, the reason I'm able to maintain my individuality is because someone treats me like a 'person.'}

So, as long as you don't get caught up in it, I won't care what you've got.

{All I'm facing is you, right in front of me, nothing more.}

"..."

Bai Mucheng remained silent.

At that moment, he wasn't really thinking about anything else.

He has handed everything over to "consciousness," intending for the body to follow the actions of "consciousness."

It's not "complex thinking"—that messy stuff—but a purer will, and the "fighting spirit" within that will!

Follow your fighting spirit; there's no need for hesitation or wavering!

"..."

Meanwhile, Okubo had calmed down.

Okay, bring it on!

What I want is not victory in this battle, but to fight against the strong and become stronger!

Therefore, the answer now is extremely straightforward!

Okubo looked at Shiraki Sho—

Will your next move be stronger, or will mine be superior?

"..."

Both moved slowly, getting closer to each other.

The commentator's eyes never blinked:

"They're coming! They're getting closer and closer to each other! They're about to enter each other's air superiority zone!"

"Touch!"

"...At this moment, the ranges of their 'striking techniques' overlapped! But neither of them made a move! They continued to advance slowly!"

As the commentator said, neither Shiraki nor Okubo made a move the moment the air superiority zone touched, and they remained calm.

Whether it was because they were trying out new tricks or simply holding their breath, both of them were nearing their physical limits.

Therefore, striking techniques alone are not enough; you must have a distance that can definitely knock down your opponent!

Snap, snap, snap...

The two drew closer and closer.

From the maximum range of both sides' arm spans to the throwing distance.

Finally, they even crossed their front feet, with the soles of their feet overlapping each other, as if they could knock the other down at any moment!

The intense tension kept the audience on the edge of their seats!

Imai Kosuke couldn't help but swallow.

"Shiraki-san and Okubo—those two are so brave!"

"..."

Someone had a bead of sweat forming on their forehead.

In the instant that drop of sweat could no longer withstand gravity and slid off the skin—

Swish!

Shiraki Cheng's left arm, seemingly powerless, lashed out like a weightless soul, grabbing forward in a jab-like motion.

Okubo followed up head-on, responding with a heavy right punch that struck the inside of Shiraki's wrist, deflecting the force of his forward grab.

Whoa!

Shiraki Sei's left arm was ripped open.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Okubo struck with his palm, aiming straight for Shiraki's face, intending to smash him completely under the heel of his palm.

At the same time, he also anticipated Shiraki's response.

It's basically a kick!

As Okubo countered with his palm strike, he simultaneously raised his other arm to block Shiraki's kick.

But the next moment—

call out!

Shiramu Cheng's left arm retracted quickly, and he was suddenly "out of strength" again, so he immediately threw a second jab!

He didn't change his tactics!

Or perhaps Shiraki believed that the experienced Okubo would consider the possibility of him "kicking" him, and thus took a risky path!

This move is extremely easy to defend against, therefore it is extremely risky.

But for Shiramu Cheng, he had just touched upon "spiritual power"—this dangerous force—and therefore his perspective was much sharper.

With a "sharper" attitude, he achieved the almost self-destructive "Killing Intent Choice," which seemed like a mistake, but caused the "rational" Okubo to make a misjudgment!

And so—

Snapped!

A swift [Flash Punch] struck Okubo's jaw.

Pfft!

Okubo fell to his side, his brain swaying inside his head, his vision blurring. Before losing consciousness, he vaguely heard Kaido shouting:

"Let's decide the winner—!!"