Super Fighting Tokyo.

I'm taking a day off; publication is suspended today.

The outline for the Inner City arc needs to be carefully reviewed, so I need to take a day off to revise it. Some transitional details also need further consideration.

Ah Cheng's magical skills are about to take another step forward!

Updates will be normal tomorrow! Thank you for your support!

Muah~!

Chapter 432 Pankrasin

Splash...!

The villain at the front was sent flying by two straight punches from Bai Mucheng, stumbling backward and crashing into his companions, causing them to fall flat on their faces.

"laugh……"

A few wisps of hot air escaped from Bai Mucheng's lips, and wisps of white smoke seemed to rise from his heavy fist.

—!?

This scene was incredibly oppressive, frightening the other villains so much that they dared not make any further moves.

"Wow……"

The one-armed bald man watched from a distance and couldn't help but sigh to Himuro Ryo, "Is this guy really going to fight to the bitter end... to suppress everyone with victory?"

Himuro Ryo was momentarily speechless, feeling both astonished and shocked, and then lit a cigarette.

At this moment, Bai Mucheng twisted his neck, making a cracking sound, glanced at his two friends behind him, and grinned.

“Victory alone is not enough; force is required. These are two different things.”

Do you understand?

"What I need to do next is just start the fight normally."

Bai Mucheng clenched his fists and assumed a fighting stance.

Snap...

Stand with your legs slightly wider than shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, adopting a "wide base, low center of gravity" stance, even shifting your weight to the balls of your feet.

Clench both fists, but don't squeeze them tightly. Instead, keep them half-relaxed, raise your hands to support your weight, spread your elbows outward, and bend your forearms slightly, showing the strength of your upper body without reservation.

Engage your core muscles and keep your spine naturally neutral.

"..."

The bald man was taken aback by the simple and crude stance. "Hey, Himuro, is that guy going to rely on brute force to fight a group?"

"……Do not."

Ryoya Himuro watched this scene closely.

He is also a highly skilled fighter with extensive practical experience, and has studied various types of combat techniques.

Although Shiraki's stance at this moment looks rough at first glance, it clearly shows a dynamic sense of power accumulation, and it is undoubtedly a fighting stance!

“I’ve learned that Shiraki’s fighting style relies heavily on combat techniques; he’s not someone who just uses brute force.”

"So his posture is also the way he uses fighting techniques."

Himuro Ryo speculated in a deep voice: "Rather than saying he wants to rely on brute force, it's more accurate to say he wants to use fighting techniques to utilize brute force—simple and direct!"

At this point, Himuro Ryo suddenly remembered something.

While reading books on the history of martial arts, he had seen several different standing poses that somewhat overlapped with Shiraki's current stance.

First, there is the ancient martial art of Pankrasin, which originated in ancient Greece.

It is an ancient fighting technique that combines boxing and wrestling, known for its direct and efficient killing techniques, emphasizing defeating opponents solely with one's own body.

At the same time, the punch that Shiramu Cheng just threw also contained the combat philosophy and tactical logic of the ancient Roman legion soldiers.

It's like thrusting out a short, deadly dagger and smashing a powerful "fist" into the opponent's body!

In addition to the two mentioned above, there is also the influence of "modern combat sports".

In other words, Shiraki Shō is based on "Pankrasin" and incorporates various styles, plus his own habits!

—This is Shiraki Cheng!

Bing Shi Liang paused for a moment, then looked at the crowd gathered in the distance.

"Speaking of which, fighting so brutally in this kind of environment really does have a 'gambling arena' style, haha..."

"..."

Shiraki Cheng maintained his standing posture.

With each breath, he could gradually feel the "power" emanating from his entire body, becoming increasingly subtle and perceptible.

The ink wash rippled and surged, outlining a burly female silhouette standing behind Bai Mucheng.

Height 203cm, weight 122kg!

Large in stature but not bulky, with broad shoulders, a thick chest, extremely developed muscles, and limbs as thick as pillars, yet possessing the fullness of a woman's curves.

She has long, bright red hair, styled with inspiration from ancient Roman legionary helmets.

He has well-defined facial features, high cheekbones, and a straight nose.

His deep brown pupils held a sharp and intense gaze, and a beauty mark hung under his left eye, his expression carrying a hearty smile.

Her name is Marissa!

She is both a gladiator who carries on the history of ancient Greece and a promising jewelry designer. She has a generous and cheerful personality, as well as a delicate and keen aesthetic sense.

Its fighting style combines Pankrasin and Gladiator's Fighting, using the wrists as a shield to suppress and the fists as swords to strike!

{…}

At that moment, Marissa was clapping her hands in encouragement, praising Shiraki Cheng's punch.

Not bad!

The word 'Pankrasin' in Ancient Greek means 'all power'.

So, this kind of fighting technique...

Defeating an opponent solely through physical strength is the oldest form of combat used by humankind.

{To know what true power is, this is the most direct way!}

Marissa grinned and shouted loudly—

Keep going! Give it your all!

{…}

Bai Mucheng raised his fists to almost eye level, then pushed off with the balls of his feet and slowly moved forward.

As Bai Mucheng approached, the villains all swallowed hard.

"Go on!"

The person in the front row shouted, then swung the iron rod in his hand and smashed it forward towards Bai Mucheng.

Swish!

Bai Mucheng pushed off with the balls of his feet, lowering his center of gravity to its lowest point, and raised his right forearm horizontally to deflect the falling iron pipe.

Then, he clenched his left fist and pulled it back, drawing a taut arc in the air.

"Stop!"

With a loud shout, a powerful left hook was thrown, hitting the thug squarely in the waist and abdomen, with an effect even more exaggerated than a liver-bursting punch in boxing.

[Roman Warriors Unleashing Their Fighting Spirit!]

boom!!

The thug wielding the stick was sent flying by the punch, coughing up a mouthful of blood as he stumbled backward and crashed into the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, thugs attacked from both sides, but Bai Mucheng forced them back with his heavy punches. The last one was even kicked away, leaving a shoe print on his face.

Bang! Bang! Crack!

"..."

"Punching and kicking" are moves that everyone, from top-notch fighters to street thugs, uses when fighting.

But Shiraki Cheng was extremely focused.

What speed! What power!

And with such speed and power, just how terrifying is its martial force?!

Ryo Himuro and the bald man watched from afar.

They noticed that—gradually, Shiraki Cheng began to get serious.

It wasn't just random beatings, but a serious confrontation with difficulties!

This level of uncertainty goes beyond what is considered "safe," making people unconsciously feel uneasy because the advantages and disadvantages are obvious to the naked eye!

boom!

A thug's heavy punch landed on Bai Mucheng's face, causing a few drops of blood to flow from his nose.

Bai Mucheng didn't care at all. He twisted his neck to dissipate the remaining force of the punch, then cut into the opponent's side and followed up with a powerful palm strike.

Snapped!

The thug had several teeth broken, his mouth full of blood, and he screamed as he fell to the ground, rolling around.

"Huh...huh..."

Bai Mucheng gasped for breath.