Super Fighting Tokyo.

"..."

shuh...

Hao Angsheng easily pushed Mu Hei aside, letting the burly body roll to the side, while he looked down at the blood-soaked ground beneath his feet, his expression sharp and calm.

He twisted his neck, feeling bored. "Even the most ordinary arena warrior wouldn't be so easily struck by me."

Your happiness is just an illusion.

“You don’t get any pleasure from fighting; you’re just an ordinary, vicious murderer—nothing more.”

Hao Angsheng flicked his fingers, and a few drops of blood dripped from his fingertips.

The outcome is decided!

Chapter 403 Help Me

[The Weeper] Masaki Meguro —

At this moment, he was covered in wounds, with dozens of cuts on his upper body.

But that's not the key point.

Meguro's hands, legs, and eyes—a total of six nerve pathways—were severed by Hao Ansheng's rope-cutting technique, rendering them inoperable.

I couldn't move my hands or feet at all, and everything in front of me was pitch black!

Blood flowed from various wounds, and coupled with the blood tears he was born with, the amount of bleeding was astonishing, leaving the dojo in a mess.

"Ha...hahaha...haha..."

Despite the excruciating pain throughout his body, Masaki Meguro felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure, and he couldn't stop the creepy smile on his face.

Due to massive blood loss, Megumi's consciousness became blurred.

In addition, his temporary blindness and the pitch blackness before his eyes caused him to vaguely see hallucinations, as if many evil spirits were coming to claim his life.

who……?

These were the three senior brothers he killed, his own biological father, and the many other souls he later killed by throwing them to their deaths.

These people muttered words like "Masaki," "Meguro," and "monster," reaching out from the darkness towards Meguro and bringing some kind of immense pain.

Meguro felt increasingly happy, and with that sinister grin, he fainted.

"..."

Hao Angsheng witnessed the entire process.

He wasn't like his older brother, Gao Hongye, and didn't know much about things like the human brain or neurological diseases; he could only analyze things from the perspective of karate.

"Masaki Meguro..."

“I know very well that you can’t defeat Bai Mucheng with your petty tricks. After all, he is the one who beat my older brother.”

Hao Angsheng wiped his fingers on his clothes and then looked at the white suit of TEPCO.

Compared to when facing Masaki Meguro, Ho's anger was even greater when dealing with the man in the white suit; his sharp gaze was almost murderous.

"Hey! Are you trying to test the fighters with a murderous madman?"

"Trying to scare us with murder? You're really underestimating us!"

Hao Angsheng raised his voice and angrily rebuked.

"Desponding about whether or not one has committed murder will prevent one from achieving 'power'."

"For warriors who step into the ring, harboring murderous intent is as commonplace as breathing, nothing to brag about."

"Whether we're sparring or fighting with all our might, we're all prepared to die."

"You want to use this as a secret weapon?"

"You guys are just a bunch of 'outsiders'..."

"..."

……

The man in the white suit did not refute Hao Angsheng.

On the one hand, he was worried that he would also be beaten and slashed.

On the other hand, his master—the chairman of TEPCO, Katsumasa Hayami—has already abandoned Masaki Meguro and has other plans.

In the communication, Hayami stated the following:

"It's just a beast after all, that's all it can do... Never mind, there's no need to clash with the Metropolitan Police Department."

"He was originally a pawn used to attract the attention of 'Katahara Metsudo'."

"The most important thing now is that inner city, which is full of gold mines. Its development value is limitless, and we need to send troops there as soon as possible..."

……

……

The man in the white suit left in a hurry.

TEPCO's actions were quite clean; the Metropolitan Police Department couldn't even find evidence that they had adopted Masaki Meguro, so they had no reason to stop him.

"..."

Sonoda Morio stepped forward to treat Meguro, who had lost consciousness due to blood loss, while simultaneously making a phone call to request reinforcements.

Hao Angsheng is a karate practitioner, not a murderer or butcher, so he wouldn't intentionally kill; he's just fighting a murderer.

Severed nerves can be reconnected through surgery, and in milder cases, they can even heal on their own.

As for what will happen to Masaki Meguro, Gao Angsheng doesn't care. He'll probably end up like the other five death row inmates, imprisoned forever or sentenced to death.

"..."

Whoosh!

Yudi Keji threw a towel at him.

Hao Angsheng took it, thanked him, and then wiped his bloodied hands and feet.

He then walked to the sidelines.

Shiraki Shō and Guji Katsumi had been waiting there for a long time, with Terada, a disciple of the Shinshinkai, watching humbly from the side.

"Amazing, that was a beautiful play."

Katsumi clapped his hands repeatedly, praising Angsheng's skill in cutting the rope, "Angsheng, I feel that you are much sharper than before."

"Hum..."

Hao Angsheng smiled, his face full of helplessness at the praise, yet also full of confidence, "It's hard not to be in good form in such an interesting competition."

As he spoke, Hao Angsheng turned his head and looked at Bai Mucheng with sharp eyes. "Bai Mucheng, I haven't been able to sleep lately, and I keep wanting to talk to you."

Shiraki Cheng: "...Huh?"

Upon hearing Hao Angsheng's words, Bai Mucheng felt at a loss for words, scratching his head and laughing, "Isn't that a bit too harsh?"

"I think it's just right."

Hao Angsheng slowly raised his right hand, revealing a thick, sturdy palm covered in the marks of training.

It's hard to imagine that the same blade that just left Masaki Meguro covered in wounds!

"My training in the Taka-ryu Karate style has recently hit a bottleneck. I feel like something is missing, and I really want to find out why."

"At that moment, I saw my older brother."

Hao Angsheng, hands on his hips, tilted his head to look at Bai Mucheng and smiled:

"Whenever I see you, I think of the fight you had with me on the night the 'Kengan Street Championship' started."

"It was because I was thinking of you—"

Hao Angsheng looked up and sighed, then turned his gaze toward Bai Mucheng, "I have a feeling you can help me!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng put his hands on his hips and grinned, complaining, "Isn't this just going around in circles?"

Hao Angsheng agreed, "It seems so."

"..."

Just as the two were about to continue their conversation, they suddenly heard the wailing of police sirens coming from outside the Shinshin-kai compound, which must have been the arrival of reinforcements from the Metropolitan Police Department.

Police officers will likely arrive soon to cordon off the area.

At that time, even though Superintendent Morio Sonoda will witness the whole process, the necessary questioning procedures will still be followed.

After all, there was blood everywhere!

The officers were unwilling to make things difficult for the ordinary police officers handling the case, but they were also too lazy to accept all sorts of random questioning.

So, after exchanging glances, Shiraki Sei, Yuji Katsumi, and Ho Angsho—the three of them—smiled and made a decision at the same time.

—Run first, then worry about the consequences!

"Let's go!"

Ke Si greeted him warmly, "Ang Sheng is covered in blood. Go upstairs and change your clothes first, then we'll sneak out through the back alley. Lunch is on me."

Bai Mucheng and Hao Angsheng nodded in agreement.

Terada was about to leave when the three of them grabbed him and asked him to come along, since it would be more fun with more people.

Of course, Shiraki Cheng didn't forget another busy friend either—

Morio Sonoda.

"Brother Sonoda, you must be busy, right?"

Bai Mucheng looked into the distance and asked loudly, "Do you want me to bring you lunch? Do you want a drink?"

Sonoda: "..."