Super Fighting Tokyo.

Boom!!

"Oh……"

The wrestling expert winced in pain, about to stand up and fight again, but when he opened his eyes, he saw Bai Mucheng deliver a powerful downward push with his palm.

[Long Bo's slap!]

Whoosh!

The swift and powerful palm strike, coming from above, stopped right in front of the wrestling expert's face.

But the wrestling expert clearly felt that his face had been smashed by heavy punches, his nose and mouth were crooked, and even one of his eyeballs had popped out!

"...?!"

The wrestling expert opened his eyes wide, his eyes bloodshot with fear, and without the slightest hesitation, he slapped the ground in defeat.

shuh...

Bai Mucheng straightened his back and turned around, facing the other experts.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes, and a surge of murderous intent rippled outwards, drawing two increasingly clear lines in the air.

"Strike...strike..."

"Although it's far from enough, and although there's certainly something beyond that, all I can do right now is strike..."

Bai Mucheng murmured softly.

His understanding of the "frame" was that it was an opportunity that allowed him to take his stance a step further and deliver a punch that he was satisfied with so far.

This is only the beginning; beyond this lies a long and arduous path.

Snap...

The taekwondo expert leaped off the ground, kicked again in mid-air, but Shiraki dodged it by tilting his head. He then leaped forward, his speed almost contorting.

Swish!

The two figures passed each other.

The Taekwondo expert, who was originally graceful, suddenly had a strange feeling, as if he had been hit in the groin by Shiraki Seung's heavy punch, and even the pain felt incredibly real!

"Ugh—!?"

The Taekwondo expert groaned, instantly lost his balance and fell, clutching his groin and rolling around, covered in sweat from the surreal pain.

Shiraki Chengze remained calm and continued fighting the enemy.

……

……

In the distance, Himuro Ryo was completely dumbfounded.

He could clearly sense that Bai Mucheng was surrounded by "battle qi," which was surging violently and exuding a ferocious killing intent.

But what's even more surprising is that Shiraki's fighting style is completely bloodless.

He did not immerse himself in the killing intent, but used it freely and naturally, integrating everything from his fist and foot techniques into his "stance".

As a result, Shiraki Cheng’s striking stance was so solid that it reached a certain “level” that just by looking at his stance, it was as if he had already thrown a punch!

Even without making a move, you can make your opponent feel like they've been hit!

"The Way of Fighting—"

Himuro Ryo recalled what he had heard about Shiraki Shōsō's "path of combat," and compared it with the scene before him.

"The way of fighting actually has such a 'level of striking'? What else can we explore after this...?"

"..."

……

Himuro Ryo was still in surprise.

Meanwhile, on Bai Mucheng's side, the sudden change in the battle situation had already attracted the interest of a very small number of "strong individuals".

click, click, click...

Accompanied by steady footsteps, the first to step forward was a skilled samurai with a katana at his waist. Judging from his stance, the blade was pointing upwards, indicating he was using "iaido".

"..."

Because he possessed a long, sharp weapon, the other experts retreated one after another, but there was one guy wearing a hat who didn't retreat far enough.

——！

The iaido master's gaze sharpened, and he suddenly slashed sideways with his sword, cutting cleanly and neatly through the brim of the man's hat from bottom to top.

Even more astonishingly, the man's hat remained on his head, untouched by the force of the strike!

So sharp!

Wow, so fast!

Seeing this, the surrounding experts unconsciously took a half step back, fearing they might be accidentally injured.

"I...I can't see it!"

"This guy's iaido technique has gotten even more powerful!?"

"It's so fast you won't even realize it until the very end!!"

"..."

Hearing the surrounding chatter, the iaido master smiled, sheathed his sword, and turned to look at Shiraki Cheng in front of him.

"How about that, my friend from out of town? Did you not see my movements until my hat was cut open?"

A skilled iaido practitioner does not completely sheath their sword, but leaves a small portion protruding to maintain a fighting stance.

"The art of Iaijutsu was created precisely to make it invisible to others."

"Combined with the 'sharpness' and 'weight' of a famous sword, it can achieve unparalleled lethality, forcing anyone to give way!"

"—Including you, haha!"

The Iaijutsu master slowly glided forward, closing in on Shiraki Cheng. "Faced with my speed, no matter how futuristic your fighting techniques are, they're useless..."

Snap, snap, snap...

The iaido master gripped the scabbard with his left hand and rested his right hand on the hilt, concentrating intently as he drew ever closer to Shiraki.

"Foreign friends, being hit by a kaiju attack isn't something that can be resolved with just a minor injury..."

"..."

Bai Mucheng stood sideways, his left hand outstretched and pressed forward, his left shoulder raised to protect his chin, his right fist clenched and pressed against his ribs, and his breathing gradually became steady.

"Bring it on!"

Before the words were even finished, in an instant—

Swish!

The iaido master judged the distance well, immediately drew his sword, and slashed at Shiraki's waist.

But just as the blade was swung out, a figure flashed by.

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!

Ode!

Shiraki Seiichi took the lead, pushing off the ground and rushing to the front of the iaido master. The two were almost face to face, their breaths touching.

? !

The Iaijutsu master's eyes widened; at that moment, he had only one feeling—

"Okay...faster~~~!!"

At such close range, let alone slashing, he couldn't even draw the sword from his waist, and the threat of Iaijutsu was completely gone!

The iaido master, sensing the danger, was about to retreat when—

Whoosh!

Shiraki Cheng's palm was already pressed against the Iaijutsu master's chin, then he gently pushed it to the side, sliding down the master's neck.

Bai Mucheng pouted leisurely and imitated a striking sound effect, "Boom—!!"

In an instant, the Iaijutsu master felt as if his jaw had been struck by a heavy punch, as if his entire face had been smashed apart, blood spurting out, and his eyeballs and teeth flying everywhere.

After his brain acknowledged this, even though his jaw was unharmed, he still briefly lost control of his body.

The iaido master collapsed to the ground, his mouth crooked and eyes slanted, all his muscles exhausted, his gaze vacant.

poof...

After falling to the ground, he trembled all over, as if trying to push himself up.

But the fear of being "hit" earlier still lingered in his mind, causing the Iaijutsu master to break out in a cold sweat, his teeth to chatter, and he was completely unable to exert any strength.

He was certain that he had not been hit by any "supernatural force".

But he was even more certain that if Shiramu Cheng really threw that punch, his head would be smashed into pieces, just as he "felt"!

"..."

Without stopping, Bai Mucheng turned around to face the giant man charging towards him, embracing him with both arms.

boom!

Bai Mucheng fixed his feet on the ground, drawing two ruts, and retreated half a meter. He then steadied himself, and the veins on his arms bulged.

"Great, fantastic!"

He pursed his lips and looked at the burly man with a ferocious expression.

"After competing in speed, we can even compare strength? Life is truly wonderful..."

Chapter 437 A Calm Mind