Super Fighting Tokyo.

Before Katsumi could react, Shibukawa lowered his hand from his eyes, and in its place, Kou Momiji's fist was positioned right in front of Katsumi's face.

"...?!"

Now, Katsumi finally understood. "I see. I've learned something. The key is that my brain can't process it."

"That's exactly right."

Hao Hongye nodded, "A mature martial artist usually practices day and night to gain control over his body."

"But precisely because of this, once a part of the body is disconnected in battle, the brain has difficulty reacting immediately, and both offense and defense will expose huge flaws."

"..."

Shibukawa squinted and smiled, "I went through a lot of trouble back then to get used to having only one eye!"

"For fighters who are used to binocular vision, suddenly being left with only one eye is a fatal disadvantage."

Hearing this, Kano Aya asked with some confusion, "So how did Shiraki deal with it?"

The answer is 'seize the advantage'.

Doppo explained to the young man, "Up until the moment his left eye's vision was cut off, Shiraki-kun had the advantage."

"He seized that advantage and launched a barrage of attacks on Hoang Seng, taking the opportunity to weather the momentary disadvantage of being blind."

"..."

……

As everyone was talking—

boom!

Shiraki Cheng delivered a powerful front kick, striking Hao Angsheng in the abdomen and sending him flying. Hao Angsheng leaped over the wooden fence behind him and crashed into a seat in the audience.

Whoosh!

Fortunately, the audience was scattered, which prevented Hao Angsheng from bumping into anyone.

"Hao Angsheng has been kicked out of the arena!!"

Sheath Incense gripped the microphone tightly, "The soldiers' blood has spilled along the way, staining the ground red! Can the Angsheng sword ever return!?"

"Moreover, Bai Mucheng's condition is also not optimistic. The violent impact has made it impossible for his wounds to stop bleeding, and even more blood is flowing out!!"

"..."

"Huff...! Huff...!"

Bai Mucheng gasped for breath, feeling excruciating pain all over his body.

Blood was flowing all over his body, and his skin felt terrible, like he had taken a very uncomfortable hot bath.

There's an even bigger problem: the optic nerve in his left eye was severed, leaving his entire left side of vision completely black, with only his right eye usable.

Strangely enough, even when in such a disadvantageous situation, it was themselves who seized the advantage.

What exactly is this feeling like? And what have I actually grasped?

Brother Hao, don't end it like this, let me experience it a little longer...

"...!!"

While I was pondering, I heard a commotion coming from the hoisting machine outside the field.

He spun around, tumbling off the stands, then braced himself against the edge of the arena, using his strength to straighten up and flip back into the arena.

She Xiang exclaimed, "Hao Angsheng is back!"

"But he's bleeding—he's bleeding a lot from his nose!!"

The audience looked in the direction of the sound.

Hao Angsheng was seen with his body slightly hunched over, trembling uncontrollably, and covered in bruises.

Blood flowed from his nose like a tap being turned on!

Pour! Splash!

The impact of this horrific scene is no less than that of the wounded Shiraki Seung.

"Both of them are bleeding heavily!"

Sheath Fragrance swallowed hard. "Without a doubt, trained fists and feet can be as sharp as blades! They can even rival the power of blades!"

"..."

"Hey……"

Hao Angsheng felt a stinging and painful sensation in his nose, so much so that he wanted to burst into tears. A few tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, mingling with the blood.

"We can't let it end like this..."

He murmured to himself, his expression calm and unaffected by the bleeding, his fighting spirit soaring to its peak.

Hao Angsheng shouted, "Again!"

Bai Mucheng grinned and nodded, "Okay, let's do it again..."

Swish!

Hao Angsheng lunged forward sideways, almost instantly closing in on Bai Mucheng, while simultaneously thrusting out a sharp, penetrating hand.

But in that instant, Hao Angsheng suddenly realized that Bai Mucheng's left arm had vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

so amazing!

Before Gao Angsheng could react to what was happening, everything in front of him became blurry.

Soul-level exhaustion—

【Edge's Mental Flash Punch】!

huh~~~

Shiramu Sei's left hand was half-clenched, and he quickly attacked with the back of his hand, striking Ho Ang-sho's face directly.

boom!

Hao Angsheng's head was thrown back by the blow, forcing him to interrupt his attack. The blow grazed the outside of Bai Mucheng's upper arm, leaving a shallow line of blood.

"laugh……"

Hao Angsheng frowned and squinted, about to launch a high sweeping kick attack, but Bai Mucheng beat him to it and kicked his shin with a low sweeping kick.

boom!

It wasn't a particularly powerful sweeping kick, but it directly disrupted Hao'ang's center of gravity, causing him to fall and land hard on his backside.

"...?!"

Hao Angsheng opened his eyes wide, still somewhat bewildered.

Shiraki Cheng has already grasped the essence of the matter, further summarizing the movements he occasionally used before and transforming them into principles for his techniques.

"Intercepting before the opponent makes a move can create a more favorable rhythm."

"Catch the opponent's pre-movement animation."

Its name is—【Da Kang】!

This is a move that can be seen in almost all combat sports, but to truly integrate and master it into one's skills requires a deeper understanding.

Now, in the battle against [Roaring Fighting Spirit] Armored Tomb Sapain, the [Counterattack] technique that I had initially mastered has finally blossomed!

"..."

Hao Angsheng slumped to the ground.

Shiramu Chengze stood up straight and blinked hard, but he couldn't get rid of the discomfort of monocular vision, and his perception of distance was also very blurry.

"Both of them were severely injured, but neither of them had any intention of stopping!"

Sheatha stared intently, "This is the underground arena! As long as there's still the will to fight, no one will stop the match!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng murmured softly, "What is it..."

Hao Angsheng hung his head, "Um, what is it..."

—Something is about to be revealed!

boom!

Hao Angsheng stood up, his forefoot touching the ground and kicking up sand and dirt. He then steadied himself and looked at Bai Mucheng again.

He lightly raised both hands to chest level, assuming a sharp slashing stance.

Shiraki Seiseki turned to the side and pressed down on his arm, slowly clenching his fist.

The two were extremely close, almost within reach!

Swish!

Hao Angsheng launched the first attack, his left hand pointing diagonally downwards with a knife, while his right hand thrust forward, his front toes simultaneously touching the ground, ready to kick at any moment.

A glint of light flashed in Bai Mucheng's right eye, outlining a scarlet ray in mid-air.

[The Intent to Kill]!

Snapped!

He raised his hand and slapped away Hao Angsheng's wrist, then threw a quick punch while moving his feet to get closer, pressing Hao Angsheng down so he couldn't lift his leg.

Bang bang bang bang!

The two exchanged blows rapidly, engaging in close-quarters combat.

Blood splattered everywhere, but they remained unfazed, continuing to attack and defend in their own ways, their skills becoming increasingly concise and exquisite!

"Too fast! Absolutely too fast!"

For a moment, She Xiang couldn't distinguish the two people's movements. "Whether it's a slash or a strike, it's unbelievably fast, making it hard to breathe!"

"..."

……