Super Fighting Tokyo.

"Waaaaaah!!"

Snapped!

Bai Mucheng stomped his left foot on the ground, forcibly stabilizing his body, and struggled to maintain the stalemate with the burly man.

……

Such a scene made Himuro break out in a cold sweat.

If the opponent is an ordinary thug, the psychology of "grouping" can be used to deter them, but against "a group of experts", it is indeed too much of a stretch!

"Miss Wu...?"

Himuro Ryo stared intently, while tentatively asking if they needed any help.

As a result, not only Wu Fengshui, but also You Sha and Maruk on the other side, watched quietly without the slightest panic.

Himuro Ryo was stunned. "You guys...aren't you worried?"

Wu Fengshui and You Sha thought for a moment, then gave a helpless, bitter smile. "We're still worried, but whether or not to help is Shiraki's decision."

……

"Well……"

Bai Mucheng tensed his arms and exerted force, his well-trained muscles bulging with veins and blood vessels, as he pushed off forcefully.

"Shh—!"

With a loud shout, Bai Mucheng managed to pry open the burly man's embrace slightly.

Immediately afterwards, with a "whoosh," he jumped up and kicked forward with both legs, striking the burly man in the face with a loud "bang."

"—!?"

The burly man was kicked until blood gushed from his mouth and nose, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to stand up for a short time.

"Hey!"

Bai Mucheng used the momentum to jump back and create distance between himself and the other experts.

"Huh...huh..."

His breathing was slightly heavy, but his thoughts became increasingly clear.

Regardless of the opponent or the situation...

Whether it's one-on-one, one against a hundred, or a series of attacks—

The things we need to do are all the same!

"..."

Bai Mucheng turned around and delivered a powerful side kick, striking the stunned skinny man in the abdomen. The kick caused him to vomit stomach fluid and fall to the ground with a scream.

What you can do is very simple!

That is simply to fight as usual, following one's own fighting will!

Snapped!

Bai Mucheng twisted his waist backward and threw a powerful punch, hitting another expert in the abdomen with a loud "bang".

"hiss……"

So hard!

It probably involved a metal plate placed in the abdomen, along with a bulletproof vest or something similar. Such equipment is common knowledge in the inner city!

Bai Mucheng shook his right hand to dispel the tingling and throbbing pain.

no problem!

—We can still keep playing!

"brake!"

With another loud shout, Bai Mucheng opened his arms and "whoosh" embraced the three of them, then pushed them forward with great force, forcing them to stagger backward.

Immediately, he jumped up, turned around, and launched a flying kick.

【Longo Tornado Whirlwind Kick】!

Bang bang bang!

The three experts coughed up blood from their mouths and noses, and several broken teeth flew out with them.

However, two more experts, wielding daggers, attacked from both sides, their blades flashing coldly in the air, creating an extremely dangerous scene.

Swish!

Bai Mucheng jumped up and threw an uppercut.

No matter what happens, who comes, or how dangerous their methods are, we must keep fighting!

Even if the opponent is fighting bare-handed in a fair and square manner, you must continue to fight!

Whoosh!

Someone swung a chain, wrapped it around Bai Mucheng's wrist, and then pulled it back with great force.

But before the opponent could exert any force, Bai Mucheng had already pushed off the ground and leaped forward toward the person pulling the chain, delivering a powerful palm strike to the center of his chest.

Boom!

"call……"

At this moment, Bai Mucheng could only focus on his own fighting spirit and the feeling of punching and kicking, and had no mind to care about any bullshit "deterrence" or "tactics"!

Pushed to the limit...

When people are pushed to their limits, the only thing they can do is to do everything they can!

"Drink it!!"

Bai Mucheng raised his leg high and swept his leg, hitting another expert on the head, sending him flying sideways.

But before Bai Mucheng could even land, two more people rushed over, followed by even more who began to pounce on him, punching and kicking him.

Bang bang bang!

Weapons, which require slashing and thrusting, are ultimately too slow. It's definitely easier to find opportunities with fists and feet to teach Shiramu a lesson.

Boom!

Another expert delivered an elbow strike, hitting Shiramu Cheng squarely in the face.

An elbow strikes like a knife.

Bai Mucheng tilted his head back to deflect the force, but he was still hit so hard that tears welled up in his eyes, and a cut appeared on his forehead, from which blood flowed freely.

Tick-tock... tick-tock... tick-tock...

Blood streamed down Bai Mucheng's cheeks and finally dripped from his chin.

……

"..."

Himuro Ryo watched this scene from afar, his expression unconsciously becoming conflicted, and he murmured to himself.

Is Shiraki's fighting style still unable to suppress the Three Wolves Street?

Wait... what am I thinking?!

Isn't this something that should be taken for granted?

It's not a question that requires considering all the possibilities.

Even if you want to become powerful, there's absolutely no need to go this far, no need to gamble your life and put yourself in such a disadvantageous position!

—In the lawless inner city, risk your life and give it your all to face all kinds of masters and fight them.

If you just want to be a consistent winner in the Kengan ring, there's no need to go to this extent!

"Hey!"

Himuro Ryo had a cigarette dangling from his lips, and it was unclear who he was talking to.

To Shiraki Sei? To his family and friends? Or is he trying to persuade Himuro Ryo?

"Isn't that enough? This level is sufficient! Continuing to fight is completely pointless!!"

"..."

……

No one responded.

Neither Shiraki himself nor his worried friends and family could hear Himuro Ryo's words; they were all completely focused on the battle.

Meanwhile, Bai Mucheng's opponents—the experts from the Three Wolves District—saw that Bai Mucheng had achieved victory despite his head being bleeding profusely, and their fighting spirit grew even stronger.

They've even reached the point where they desperately want to win!

Swish swish!

Three experts rushed forward.

Bai Mucheng pushed off the ground and retreated, using the terrain to dodge and weave, occasionally knocking someone aside, but he was never able to escape the encirclement.

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

Bai Mucheng let the bloodstains drip into his eyes, but he saw them even more clearly.

As expected, facing a large and powerful enemy, there was no way to create distance, leaving no choice but to engage in battle; there was no way to avoid it!

Forced...? No way to avoid it...?

Was I "forced" to come here?! And am I here to "escape"??

Bai Mucheng suddenly thought of these things.

Having lost an eye and even died once, was the "Martial God" Yu Di Du Bu "forced" to fight?

At the age of seventy-five, and even able to see "danger"—Would the Martial Saint Shibukawa Takeki avoid dangerous battles?

Will Baki Hanma, the boy who is to fight the strongest creature on earth, run away?