Super Fighting Tokyo.

[The Second Master] clapped his hands repeatedly to congratulate Bai Mucheng.

"Mr. Shiraki, that was a beautiful shot!"

Kebar stepped forward in a few strides, approached Shiramu Cheng, and laughed heartily: "Haha, you must have had a great time too, right?"

"As a fighter, this is truly amazing..."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng gave a disgusted look. "What a load of rubbish! Professional assassins are no good opponents at all. You feel the same way, don't you?"

Kebar paused, then smiled with narrowed eyes, "I see... is that so?"

Seeing Keibar's confusion, Shiraki decided to start thinking about the question as well.

"Mr. Kebar, what exactly do you mean by 'wonderful'? How do you determine if my fight was wonderful?"

"If someone else were watching you, what kind of battle would they see?"

"..."

This series of questions left Kebar somewhat bewildered, and he blinked.

"Um~~~~"

He crossed his arms, rubbed his chin with one hand, pursed his lips, and lowered his head in deep thought.

Chapter 459 Pirate Demon Mask

For Kebar, Bailong is a decent player, but certainly not a good opponent.

He had intended to tease Bai Mucheng to ease his unhappiness, but unexpectedly, he was influenced by Bai Mucheng's divergent thinking and fell into even greater distress.

How would my fight look from someone else's perspective?

—What kind of question is this?

"..."

Kebar lowered his head and pursed his lips, caught in a dilemma.

The next instant, a sudden change occurred—

Whoosh!!

Billy Greco, who had been lying unconscious on the ground, suddenly jumped up and unleashed a powerful punch.

Whoosh—!

That punch was several times more ferocious than before, and its power was even greater, causing the air to tremble and vibrate.

Because of the distance, Bai Mucheng easily jumped back and dodged.

But Kebar was deep in thought and didn't even try to dodge, letting Billy's heavy punch land on his face, sending him staggering backward.

call out!

Kebar was sent flying like a cannonball, his back slamming heavily against the brick wall behind him with a loud thud, leaving a personal imprint.

……! ??

This scene was so impactful that it caused onlookers to turn their heads to look.

Bai Mucheng's punches and kicks were incredibly powerful. How could [Cat], having taken several consecutive blows, possibly still have the strength to stand up? And even throw such a punch?

When everyone saw the current state of the [Caracal], they were stunned.

All I saw was—

At this moment, the [Catman] raised its hands and tore its upper body clothes to shreds, revealing its well-defined muscles. Its trousers were also torn due to the violent movement.

Every inch of his skin was covered in bulging veins, making him look extremely ferocious!

The contraction of the waist and abdomen, creating a vacuum-like abdomen due to the movement, highlights the extreme brutality!

He had several broken teeth, his face was covered in blood, but he was extremely excited, and even his eyes rolled upwards, giving him a very sickly appearance.

Those iconic "caracal black ears" seem to have actually grown long fur, making its figure resemble a beast from another world, enough to make one's heart tremble at just one glance!

"call……"

Hot breath flowed from the mouth of the [Caracal], accompanied by a hoarse murmur.

If the "liberation" of the Wu people was the "shock" brought about by the removal of mental shackles.

So, the "caracal" at this moment represents the "discomfort" that arises when a person transforms into a monstrous, inhuman creature!

"This……"

The neighborhood thugs who had been watching retreated even further, wondering, "What on earth is going on?! What happened to that professional hitman?"

"..."

Bai Mucheng's memories surged, recalling information about the [Catfish], and he murmured, "Just as I thought..."

Just then, another voice suddenly came from the side, sounding tired and hoarse, with even the words being somewhat indistinct.

"What? You knew all along?"

Bai Mucheng turned his head and saw that it was Bai Long, the one who had been killing in all kinds of ways. He was barely awake and was limping away from the battlefield.

However, he was already seriously injured, with multiple fractures, deafness in his left ear, and complete blindness in his left eye, so it was difficult for him to escape far; at most, he could only reach Bai Mucheng's side.

"I can't run anymore, and I don't want to fight anymore. Kill me or do whatever you want."

Bailong had already prepared himself to die.

But looking at the "monster" in the distance, Bailong couldn't help but marvel.

"I've heard of that 'Black-Eared Demon,' and I originally thought it was an exaggeration, but now it seems the rumors are true."

Bailong saw an "eagle" in his nightmare, and feeling relieved, he casually remarked:

"Billy Greco—according to rumors in the underworld, he not only suffers from 'short sleep syndrome,' but also from another peculiar condition."

"Those symptoms are similar to those of sleep terrors or sleepwalking."

"First of all, they all share the same common characteristics: they can hardly feel any pain in their bodies and are basically unable to communicate."

"Although rare, there are real cases of violence committed after sleep."

"The oldest record is from 1846, when a man who murdered his lover claimed that it was an act he committed while asleep and insisted that he was innocent."

"The situation with the [Caracal] is even more unusual."

Bailong fell silent.

"It is well known that when the human body senses danger, it may suddenly unleash a force that defies common sense."

"In Japan, it seems to be called 'fire-breaking superhuman strength'—a very common term."

"As for the [Caracal], who is a short sleeper, once he enters a deep sleep or falls into unconsciousness, he will fall into this state and unleash that mysterious power at any time."

"Suddenly lifting a rock weighing over 500 kilograms, breaking world records in sprinting, surviving being swept up by a tornado—these kinds of legendary feats can all be accomplished!"

"It is said that his leaping posture after falling into a deep sleep resembles that of a cacophony."

Bailong's single eye turned and looked at the sleeping Billy Greco.

"You beat him unconscious, and he eventually fell into a deep sleep. His body made its last move before dying, completely releasing the restrictions."

"..."

As soon as the words were spoken, the [Caracal] moved.

As Bailong had said before, the [Carnivorous Cat] is currently in a deep sleep and unable to communicate, acting entirely on its deathbed instincts.

It's like a dead fish that can still twitch and wag its tail!

Wow!

【Cat】 charged forward, heading straight for Kebar, who had been punched by him, and then raised his leg to aim at Kebar's face, delivering a powerful kick.

—Boom!

The brick wall behind Kebar was shattered by this kick.

He himself was pinned to the ground by the [Cerberus]'s paws, but he still kept his hands in his pockets and didn't move.

"laugh……"

[Caracal] Without stopping, it raised its right hand to maintain its balance, then raised its right foot and stomped down repeatedly, stepping on Kebar's face with muffled "bang bang" sounds.

The force was so great that it even caused the ground to tremble and tear apart!

Bang bang bang!

Kebar's face was covered in blood from being trampled, and he seemed to have lost his senses.

"..."

Seeing this, Bailong shook his head.

“I have already experienced Kebar’s fighting style. It focuses more on psychological warfare and threats.”

"Whether it was that bizarre entrance, or the windmill and urination that followed—they were all tricks designed to inflict psychological pressure."

"It's certainly possible to deal with humans, but if the opponent is a 'Black-Eared Demon' that has lost its mind, then there's nothing we can do, right?"

Bai Long looked at Bai Mucheng and said, "Hey, if you're going to help, hurry up. [Second Master's] head is about to be crushed."

However, Shiraki Cheng didn't seem to care at all, shrugging and laughing, "It's okay, he's the president!"

Bai Long was stunned, "What—"

Before the question could be finished, the next second—

call out!

Just as the Caracal stomped out its next kick, Kebar suddenly rolled over to dodge, then stood up nimbly.

Even with his face covered in blood from being trampled, Kebar remained calm, as if he hadn't been hurt at all and had just had a good sleep.