Super Fighting Tokyo.

Boom!!

With a loud bang, the concrete brick wall shattered into pieces.

The movements didn't involve any fighting techniques; they were simply the result of years of training in fishing, creating a tough, muscular physique!

He Luji's voice was deep, his gaze fixed on Kebar, "There is no way out, I will defeat you!"

"..."

"……Oh!"

At that moment, Kebar was still eating, having only drunk half of the broth in his bowl.

He slightly raised his eyes and met He Luji's gaze. As if he could sense the other's will, his expression softened and became serious.

"Haha, is that so? I've seen eyes similar to yours before."

"—Those who dare to fight for their homeland."

Kebar changed the subject.

"But those who truly care about their home will be more focused, their eyes will be purer than yours... By the way, why are you smashing the wall? Is it because you're uneasy?"

Kebar picked up the spoon in his hand and made a light, sarcastic remark.

"Old Captain, with your current mindset, you won't be able to eat in peace at sea."

"We need to be more calm and more normal."

As he spoke, Kebar used his right index finger and thumb to pinch the spoon handle and shook it up and down.

This is a trick that children often play: by rapidly shaking a hard, long object, they use the principle of visual persistence to make things like spoons or ballpoint pens appear "bent".

But as Kebar swayed, he suddenly swung it violently.

Swish!

Everyone stared intently and saw that the originally hard metal spoon had been twisted and bent by Kebar, just like a winding mountain road!

An adult can bend a metal spoon with some effort, but Kebar uses a "flick".

To achieve this effect, both speed and finger strength must be extremely exaggerated!

"—?!"

The onlookers were all taken aback.

Immediately afterwards, Kebar swung his right arm to the side and threw the broken spoon.

With a "whoosh," the spoon head, like a dart, embedded itself firmly in the brick wall not far away.

The twisted and bent spoon handle forms a support.

Kebar walked over, placed the soup bowl on the "stand," and finally stretched and walked up to Horukichi, letting out a big yawn.

"..."

He Luji lowered his head and looked at the small man in front of him.

Kebar's physique wasn't exaggerated; it was standard and well-proportioned. But after looking at it a few more times, it gradually exuded a danger far exceeding that of a great white shark!

"...It doesn't matter."

He Luji took a deep breath and made up his mind to die.

But Kebar remained calm and retorted to the giant before him, "Who threatened you? But even if you defeat me, what can you do next?"

"How can you expect someone who's used to threatening others to keep their promises?"

"As long as the initiative is still in the hands of others, we cannot expect 'the end of everything'—such thinking is too naive."

Kebar slowly stepped forward, getting closer and closer to Horukichi.

His words also alarmed He Luji.

"Whether in the city, at sea, or anywhere in the world, people have the freedom to protect their homes without having to consider anything else."

"The so-called 'protection' that requires relying on others is false and contains no freedom whatsoever."

"Placing your hopes on those shameless scoundrels will only bring you endless trouble!"

Kebar smiled faintly, “—That’s it.”

Swish!

Before he finished speaking, Kebar swept his right foot to the left and simultaneously shoved his left hand to the right, managing to trip the massive Horukichi.

Its speed was as fast as lightning, and its power was immense!

With a thud, He Luji Cheng sat down on the ground before he could even react.

"—?!"

He Luji immediately gritted his teeth, preparing to withstand the next attack.

But to his surprise, Kebar reached out and easily lifted him, who weighed 165kg, off the ground, and even thoughtfully helped him brush off the dust.

"Old captain, you've taken the wrong route. Let me reorient your compass."

Kebar stood in front of Horukichi and raised his chin in greeting.

"Go ahead and attack!"

"Today is a good day to die..."

Chapter 446 The Courage to Throw a Punch

"He...he took him down right away!?"

Himuro Ryo stared blankly at this scene.

The challenger, who called himself "He Luji Cheng", was a burly man who was 206cm tall and weighed around 165kg. He had a barrel waist and a mix of fat and muscle.

Meanwhile, Mr. Kebar's physique, at about 178cm, is a size smaller than Mr. Shiramu Cheng, and about the same height as himself.

From Himuro Ryo's perspective, the best option for a smaller person to deal with a stronger person is to strike their vitals directly, but Keibar used a head-on slam!

What style of martial arts is he using?

Himuro Ryo blinked. "A fist technique? Or is it Tokita Ohma's 'Two Tigers Style'?"

"Do not……"

The samurai Wakatsuki shook his head, recalling the brief sparring at the entrance of the Two Tiger Pass, "I even think he doesn't belong to any particular school!"

Himuro Ryo was somewhat surprised, "Even the experienced Mr. Wakatsuki says so?"

"That's not a question of whether it's strong or not."

Wakatsuki Samurai said in a deep voice, "—Watch closely, it's about to begin!"

……

……

[Mr. Two] Kebar;

VS——

Challenger: [Umibozu] Horyoshige!

The two stood in an open area outside the camp, where a large number of spectators had gathered.

It was obvious that this was a fight.

Strangely, neither Kebar nor Horukichi took a fighting stance, nor did they draw their weapons.

They simply stood there, looking at each other with different expressions.

The old fisherman looked serious, while Kebar remained relaxed.

"..."

He Luji paused, then gradually lowered his center of gravity.

His expression, combined with his straight, needle-like beard, made him look extremely fierce, like a terrifying beast from the sea!

"Young man, we both have things we've decided to do, so let's get ready!"

"...Stance?"

Kebar drooped his eyelids. "Hmm...do we really need to make a show of it?"

As he spoke, he put his hands on his hips and tilted his head to ask, "How's this pose?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, He Luji Cheng's expression immediately stiffened, and then he became serious.

"Alright, as you wish."

He hunched his body slightly, his left hand forward for balance, and slowly raised his right fist and pulled it back until it was above his head, then clenched his fist as if "grabbing" something.

—It's a harpoon.

The invisible harpoon was gripped tightly, and the murderous aura seemed to distort space itself.

He Luji is not a fighter, nor does he use fighting techniques.

All along, what Horoji has had to face at all costs are the ferocious beasts of the sea, the "sea monsters" that can evoke the instinctive fear in humans!

To protect the fishing grounds and his family, he would fight off any prey, no matter what it was.

With his hands, and with a harpoon!

"—!!"

At this moment, Horukichi seemed to be holding an "invisible harpoon," and with the motion of swinging a harpoon, he threw that "heavy punch" at Kebar.

He has been wielding a harpoon in this manner for over forty years since he was a teenager!

This fist technique is called—Whale Burial!