Super Fighting Tokyo.

In this way, the moment everyone pressed towards Bai Mucheng, they were stopped by each other.

—!?

A series of clanging and clattering sounds rang out.

The one wielding the iron chain accidentally hit a friendly soldier on the head;

The dagger was thrust out, but was blocked by the clothing of an ally;

The one wielding the knife was unable to lower his arms because of the crowd.

Even the one who thrust the stick out ended up injuring his friend because Shiramu Cheng dodged it.

"Wow!"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Who hit me...?"

"What's going on?!"

"There are too many people! Hey! Hey! Hey!"

The reckless attack was neutralized by Bai Mucheng's simple "Thai boxing sweep kick".

He then clenched his fists, opened fire with both hands, and aimed at the people in front of him, firing repeatedly.

[Luke's Triple Impact]!

Bang bang bang!

Both men were sent flying by heavy punches.

Then, Shiramu Cheng pushed off the ground and turned around, tensing his core and exerting force, sweeping his heel back and kicking a powerful 360° circle!

【Longo Tornado Whirlwind Kick】!

dong dong dong dong!

Four more people were knocked away from the front, back, left, and right, scattering large amounts of blood and knocking down even more thugs who were rushing up.

……

……

far away.

The disturbance near the exit naturally attracted the attention of other residents in the inner city.

Although fighting—even murder and shooting—is common in the lawless inner city, such a situation is indeed rare.

"Wait a minute, is that outsider really going to take on over a hundred people at once?"

"Those who want to watch the game, hurry up and buy binoculars!"

"That kid doesn't seem to be at a disadvantage!"

"A telescope! A brand new telescope that was just smuggled in from abroad last month!"

"He just said something like 'scale' is useless? What did he mean?"

"..."

The spectators were buzzing with discussion.

Among them was an elderly gentleman who had once been a martial artist. In his youth, he had been involved with gangsters and committed some foolish acts. In his later years, he lived in seclusion here.

He saw through Bai Mucheng's way of doing things.

"Hehe, looks like a practical person, very traditional style."

The old man chuckled a few times, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and explained:

"Although it's a battle of over a hundred against one, because it's close-quarters combat, at most only four people can rush in at the same time without affecting others."

"Four at a time..."

"If we can eliminate all the enemies attacking from all four directions at the same time, then there will be no problem. No matter how large the enemy's scale is, it won't matter!"

"Hehe, to put it extremely, if you could achieve that, you wouldn't even need to think about fighting. You could fight a massive brawl with billions of people all over the world and still not be defeated!"

"..."

The old man spoke in such a mysterious way that many people around him remained skeptical.

"Hehehe, if you don't believe me, fine. Shall we buy a telescope?"

"So, old man, you're the one selling telescopes!"

"..."

……

Most spectators felt no pressure and were simply there to watch the excitement.

After all, the city has been in turmoil recently, and it's easy to get involved. It's rare to have a struggle with no conflicts of interest, so of course we should relax a bit.

However, things were not so good for the thugs stationed at the camp.

Bang bang bang!

They were repeatedly beaten by Shiraki.

A palm sweeps across the jaw, a powerful sweep kick to the knee, a headbutt to the nose, a straight punch to the abdomen, a rising dragon kick to shatter teeth, a side kick to the throat...

Anyone who rushed forward would be instantly repelled by Shiramu Cheng, who could even overwhelm a large number of friendly forces.

"..."

Of course, this does not mean that the advantage in numbers is useless.

Occasionally, punches, kicks, and even sticks would be thrown at Shiramu Cheng, hitting his cheeks or back, and sometimes even causing his nose to bleed.

boom!

Bai Mucheng tilted his head to the side, deflecting the force of a heavy punch, but blood was still drawn from the corner of his mouth and one nostril.

He paid no attention to this, took a big step forward, and shouted.

"brake!"

[A burst of fighting spirit, a shockwave!]

A powerful, heavy punch landed on the man's abdomen, sending him flying backward and knocking down five or six other people.

"Huh...huh..."

Bai Mucheng was panting heavily, sweat streaming down his forehead, mixed with blood on his cheeks, and finally sliding down to his chin.

Whoosh!

Another burly man lunged forward, trying to grab Bai Mucheng by the waist.

Bai Mucheng delivered a downward elbow strike, hitting the burly man on the back of the neck. The pain forced him to let go, and he then braced himself against the man's arm and threw him off his back.

【Longo Backhand Throw】!

Boom!!

The burly man fell to the ground, creating a large empty space.

Bai Mucheng then leaned against the "temporary empty seat," turned to the other thugs in front of him, and began to swing his fists, engaging in a head-on brawl with them.

Bang bang bang!

Fists and feet clashed, muffled thuds echoing continuously.

Bai Mucheng was hit several times on the face and body, but he still stood still.

One by one, the thugs fell to the ground and were pulled away by their companions.

Gradually, whether due to exhaustion or a growing sense of fear, the villains slowed their pace of attack.

Both the villains and Shiraki Sei took the opportunity to catch their breath and catch their breath.

"..."

A bald thug—clearly a prestigious man—stared intently at Shiramu Cheng, who was covered in blood, with a very strange expression.

He was also someone who was used to living on the edge, but even he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat at this moment.

"Hey, you're the guy from out of town..."

The bald thug swallowed hard. "You, do you really think you're guaranteed to win?"

"..."

To everyone's surprise, Bai Mucheng shook his head.

"how is this possible?"

Bai Mucheng grinned, spitting out a mouthful of bloody foam. "I'm not guaranteed to win, but... I'm not the kind of coward who only dares to fight in situations where victory is assured."

“I didn’t come here to kill people or to show off my strength; I was simply drawn here by the ‘difficulty’.”

A sharp light shone in Bai Mucheng's eyes, undulating with the rhythm of his breathing, outlining two rays of light on the battlefield.

"I will stay until this battle is no longer difficult..."

It was obvious that Bai Mucheng's voice was a little hoarse, his throat was dry, and his body showed signs of fatigue.

But for some reason, Bai Mucheng was unusually huge at this moment!

He had already taken off his shirt, and his T-shirt was torn, revealing a body covered in scars and real muscles.

"Gudu..."

One after another, the thugs couldn't help but swallow hard.

In the blink of an eye, the person standing in front of them was no longer that inexplicable "outsider," but an undeniable "strongman"!

The strong see them as "difficulties".

Therefore, they must respond!

The bald thug paused, lowered his center of gravity, and asked calmly and seriously, "Young man, what's your name...?"