Super Fighting Tokyo.

"...??"

This sudden dodge stunned the irrational Caracal, halting its attack and giving Kebar time to speak.

"How did my fight look?"

Kebar murmured softly.

It turns out he had been thinking about this problem the whole time, and hadn't even paid attention to the savage demonic trampling of the [Cat]!

At this moment, Kebar finally had an idea.

He put his hands to his ears, making a listening gesture.

"wind……"

"Wow~~~~ Great wind..."

Kebar raised his eyes and smiled faintly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a cool breeze suddenly blew up in the otherwise quiet afternoon, even stirring the "windmill" on the wall not far away.

Clapping, clapping...

The windmill turned slowly.

That scene was just like Kebar actively calling for the wind!

"..."

The sudden cool breeze made the drowsy Caracal lose its senses and start swaying from side to side.

Kebar slowly walked toward the windmill stuck in the wall.

He faced the windmill and blew a big, forceful breath.

"call--!"

In just one turn, the windmill spins rapidly, making a pleasant "clattering" sound.

Then, a wind began to rise.

A strong wind was blowing, ruffling everyone's hair.

"Humph……"

Kebar smiled faintly, turned around, took off his loose shirt, revealing his extremely dense and muscular physique.

His shirt was held up by the collar, fluttering in the wind like a flag, outlining a beautiful arc.

shuh...

Kebar loosened his clothes and let the wind blow them away.

Then, Kebar raised his hands and rubbed his face with his palms and fingers.

As he moved, the mud on his hands mixed with the bloodstains on his face, turning into a special dark red "colored mud".

Using ten fingers to draw horizontally, paint patterns are outlined on the face with colored clay.

The pattern was very unique and extremely beautiful.

Just like a confident demon painted on Kebar's face, combining wildness and power, making him unforgettable after just one look!

"..."

Kebar looked at the [Carnivore].

"The tide is high—"

He took a deep breath, focusing on his abdominal muscles, and his entire body's muscles immediately compressed and tightened, the lines of which were like steel wires intertwined, even radiating a metallic sheen.

She ripped off her headscarf, letting her short hair sway in the wind.

That posture, combining fluidity and power, is like the ever-changing tides, transforming into a cheetah or a wolf!

"The tide is high, it's time to set sail!"

Kebar faces the Caracal.

"Come on, let's continue..."

Before the words were finished—

Swish!

The caracal could no longer contain itself, roaring as it charged forward at a speed so fast that it was difficult for the naked eye to catch, leaving onlookers terrified.

But the next instant, as the [Catkin] closed in on Kebar—

Whoa!

Kebar pushed off the ground, his posture like a whirlwind, his hands and feet drawing magnificent lines in mid-air, accompanied by a powerful uppercut.

—Boom!

The upward punch struck the [Catman]'s jaw, causing his eyes to bulge instantly, his teeth to fly out, and blood to spurt from his eyes, nose, and mouth.

Swish!

[The Caracal] was thrown into the air, several meters off the ground, and the blood it spat out drew circles in the air, several of them, and it didn't stop.

Splash...

Kebar threw a punch and slowly came to a stop.

At that moment, wisps of white breath flowed from his mouth, and he looked like a demon, with a terrifyingly patterned face.

Perhaps, he is not human!

—The onlookers widened their eyes and thought to themselves.

Immediately afterwards, Kebar raised an eyebrow and smiled, his eyes darting towards Shiramu Cheng. He then poked below with his finger, gesturing for Shiramu Cheng to look at the ground.

Following Kebar's gaze, Shiraki saw a deep footprint on the ground.

That was the mark left by Kebar's foot when he punched [Catman] away.

"Whether it's America, [The Unbound] Oliva, or Mr. Shiraki, I just want to show you this—"

Kebar grinned and said leisurely:

"You can see that my battles are always grounded in the earth, leaving an indelible mark on my footing."

Taking a day off, Happy Lunar New Year's Eve!

I'm just too busy today, so I'm taking a day off. I'll update as usual tomorrow!

Happy Lunar New Year's Eve, gentlemen!

Love you all, muah~!

Thank you all for your support this year. Keep writing and creating something great in the new year!

Chapter 460 is all

Kebar pointed downwards, indicating the footprints he had just left.

at the same time--

Swish, swish...!

The spinning, flying [Cat] finally crashed down after the words were spoken, landing on the ground far away with a "thud".

The blood he spat out was still swirling in the air before finally scattering around in a circular pattern, mixed with bits of broken teeth.

One strike...

Kebar only needed one strike to completely decide the outcome!

The inhuman savage [carnivorous cat] pauses and leaps.

All that remained was Kebar's battle-patterned demon mask, from which wisps of hot air flowed.

"...!!"

That scene was incredibly shocking, leaving viewers terrified and frozen in place.

At this moment, Kebar's eyes rolled, looking at Shiraki, while his eyebrows were slightly raised, as if asking how his "answer" was.

Bai Mucheng paused, recalling the shock of that ground-kicking hook, "So...so amazing..."

"Haha! It's rare to have a cooperative 2v2 match..."

Kebar was in a great mood. He stepped forward and raised his palm to signal to Shiramu Cheng.

"Come!"

A low shout made Bai Mucheng subconsciously raise his hand.

Kebar swung his right palm, colliding heavily with Shiramu Cheng's palm, producing a crisp, ear-piercing sound—

Snapped! ! !

The sound seemed to spread out in invisible ripples, quickly enveloping everyone present.

Bailong collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious.

Tokita Ohma's eyes widened, and Kiryu Setsuna beside him was too shocked to utter a sound.

The neighborhood thugs couldn't help but swallow hard.

Meanwhile, the thugs of the "Four Turtle Street" who had been lurking in the crowd, waiting for their chance to strike, completely lost their will to fight and dared not make a move.

Everyone remained in shock.

Only Shiramu Cheng, whose forearm was numb from being slapped by Kebar, was grimacing and looking at Kebar with a resentful expression.