Super Fighting Tokyo.

Chapter 366 Fighting Spirit

"Let's decide the winner!"

The commentator shouted in a loud voice, and the audience clenched their fists in excitement.

On the fighting arena—

chapped.

Bai Mucheng stumbled forward, barely managing to steady himself. His arms and head drooped down, and he was panting heavily.

Okubo lay on his back with his arms and legs outstretched, his slightly open eyes somewhat unfocused.

Both of them were covered in blood, had lost several teeth, and were on the verge of exhaustion.

But no one would think this scene was embarrassing.

Even the audience was genuinely moved and offered their blessings to the two fighters on the field.

"It's over!"

The commentator slammed his fist on the table, stood up, and shouted:

"Shiraimu Cheng, yes, Okubo Naoya!"

"The seeker of truth on the streets versus the MMA champion of the real world—the final showdown has begun!!"

"Modern combat techniques are so beautiful!"

The narrator's voice was clear and bright.

"A triumphant song! For the uncertain [Fighting Spirit]—a song for Shiraki Cheng!"

……

……

Cheers erupted.

Suddenly, Shiraki Chengze collapsed, bent over, put his hands on his knees, lowered his head, and took a short rest.

"That's going too far!"

He grinned bitterly, "Facing mixed martial arts was almost fatal! Especially that bridge throw..."

Shiraki looked at Okubo: "You actually used a throw technique while I was pulling you over."

"If you still had the stamina then, it probably wouldn't have been just a bridge throw, but a 'throw-and-seat strike,' meaning you would have thrown me and then immediately pinned me down, right?"

"If you really go that far, you'll blow my head off!"

Bai Mucheng spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. "No, you can't do that again next time..."

"..."

Okubo slowly woke up and heard Shiraki's complaints.

He said helplessly, "No, you still can, right? After all, you seem very happy!"

Only Okubo could see it—

At this moment, although Bai Mucheng was looking down and his face was covered in blood, he still grinned and showed his heartfelt joy.

The thought of the "soul-level [exhaustion]" made Shiraki Cheng unable to contain himself any longer.

He laughed loudly, "Haha, it seems so!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Okubo felt even more helpless.

As a comedian from Osaka, Okubo has an exceptionally wide range of facial expressions.

"Although Grandpa Tokugawa said that we both practiced a lot of fighting techniques and have many similarities, we'll find that we'll discover the truth once we actually fight..."

"It's different!"

Okubo rubbed his chin, wincing in pain. "We have different ideas. You're really something!"

"Ouch, is his jaw broken? A punch like that, a concussion is inevitable..."

"I've been completely defeated this time!"

Okubo clicked his tongue. "Next time, it'll probably be hard to win again, right? But I'll definitely give it my best."

"Just you wait, I, Okubo Nao, will become even stronger and then come back for you!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng straightened up with difficulty. "Not bad, fantastic!"

He watched as the doctors came on stage, lifted Okubo onto a stretcher, and took him to the infirmary.

……

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Passing through the White Tiger Passage, Okubo's employer of the Kengan Association—the chairman of Muji TV, "Atami Hisashi"—had been waiting for a long time.

Okubo said with a hint of bitterness, "I'm sorry, I lost."

Atami Hisashi responded with a smile, "In business, as long as you don't give up, there's no such thing as a one-off deal. There must be a similar principle in the fighting arena."

He raised his fist. "Okubo-kun, I will not regret making you my fighter."

"Ah, thank you."

Okubo felt much more relaxed and raised his fist to clash with Atami Hisashi.

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On the fighting arena, only Bai Mucheng remained.

He had regained some strength and could even jump around a few times, so he declined the doctors' help and enjoyed the moment to the fullest.

He turned his head, raised his right fist high, and gestured to the audience.

"Shh! We won—!"

A loud shout drew another round of enthusiastic cheers from the audience.

"Well done, Shiraki! That was a beautiful move!"

"【Battle Spirit】is invincible!"

"We won again!"

"Okubo is really strong! Mixed martial arts is so cool!"

"..."

Those shouts, like swirling, saucer-shaped streams of air, rushed towards Bai Mucheng, making him unbearably itchy all over.

Shiraki Seijin stood sideways again, adopting a Philadelphia shell boxing stance.

The left jab was fast and steady, striking the air in front of him one after another.

shhhhhhhh!

He then moved his feet and threw a series of quick punches from the left and right, occasionally dodging in a V-shape. His movements were light and powerful, and they also made a sound as if they were cutting through the air.

His face was covered in blood, and even his body was covered in bruises, but none of this affected his movements.

That dashing appearance, a blend of bloodshed and charisma, could only be seen in the underground arena, eliciting cheers from the audience.

"Shiraki! That was fantastic! Well done!"

The entire audience, including the commentators, offered their blessings to the winner in the ring.

With that, tonight's battle has come to an end.

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Shiraki Cheng walked off the stage.

Inside the passage leading to the Azure Dragon, Wu Fengshui and Mitarai had been waiting for quite some time.

Mr. Mitarai bowed and smiled, saying, "Mr. Shiraki, you played beautifully."

After saying that, he moved aside to give his place to the young couple.

"Shiraki-chan, well done!"

Wu Fengshui handed him a towel and hung it around Bai Mucheng's neck. Then he poured a bottle of water and helped him wash the blood off his face.

"call--!"

Bai Mucheng felt much refreshed and shook his wet hair.

Afterwards, friends and family in the stands came to the passageway to see the winner of the match.

King Larma XIII, [God of War] Gaolang, Tokugawa, Arisa, Maruk, [King of Strangulation] Imai Kosuro.

In addition, even Muhammad Ali Jr.—that little Ali—came out of the lounge to clap and congratulate Shiraki.

Little Ali whistled, "Mr. Shiraki, you put on a fantastic boxing match!"

Tokugawa was overjoyed.

He stood between Shiramu Cheng and Xiao Ali, raised his hand and smiled, "Hmm~~! I've seen a lot of good stuff tonight!"

Little Ali, however, was somewhat worried. "Mr. Tokugawa, are Adam Dato's and Okubo Naoya's injuries related?"

"It's alright."

Tokugawa laughed heartily, "In terms of surgical skills, this place is world-class!"

Xiao Ali was relieved and looked at Bai Mucheng again.

With a polite smile tinged with a hint of nonchalance, he sighed with profound contemplation, "Underground fighting is truly dangerous..."

Despite this, Little Ali's tone was quite relaxed.