Super Fighting Tokyo.

Oliva bowed slightly to express his apology.

Kebar looked helpless, then chuckled and teased, "Hey, I don't have a girl I like yet..."

"..."

Then, Bai Mucheng changed the subject, "There's a second thing."

He exhaled a breath of hot air, and his aura suddenly changed. The killing intent surged wildly and ferociously, and his expression instantly darkened.

“You two, what are you talking about, ‘who are we fighting for’ and ‘how is the battle going’? I was the one who asked the last one, but you beat me to it.”

"Moreover, you are now standing on the Three Wolves Street—my territory."

"There are so many reasons to pick a fight, it's really making me unable to resist..."

Shiraki Cheng turned slightly, facing both Kebar and Oliva. He remained motionless, but his stance became increasingly solid as he unleashed an invisible punch.

[Long Bo's Palm Strike]!

Boom!

Almost instantly, Kebar and Oliva both felt Shiraki Cheng's heavy punches strike their faces from the left and right, causing them to bleed from their noses.

Instantly, the two "beasts" reacted, each swinging a palm and striking Bai Mucheng's chest and face.

Boom—!

The sound wasn't like a hand clapping, but rather the roar of a missile being launched!

Whoosh!

Bai Mucheng's eyelids and lips were knocked off, and he was sent flying backward, gliding in the air for quite a distance.

Finally, it rammed its back into a distant brick wall, causing it to collapse.

Splash...

Bricks and rubble flew everywhere, stirring up dust that hit Bai Mucheng, who was lying on his back, burying him underneath.

"..."

Kebar and Oliva each touched the area below their noses to make sure they weren't bleeding from their noses, and both looked somewhat bewildered.

"Another blow like this?"

"Brother Shiraki, you've already reached this level..."

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Looking over, it was Oliva and Kebar who made the first move, each slapping Shiraki Cheng away like a cannonball.

The sound was deafening, almost creating a sonic boom.

The scene was so exaggerated that even bystanders felt a chill run down their spines, making their legs tremble.

—!?

But the people at the scene felt that it was Shiraki Cheng who threw the punch first.

Therefore, there is no reason to blame the other two.

After all, even two ferocious beasts fighting in the middle of a battle will work together to get rid of any disturbances during the fight.

It was inevitable that Shiramu Cheng would eventually be sent flying.

Of course, the scene was far larger than anyone had imagined, and some people were even looking at the collapsed ruins, wondering whether Bai Mucheng was alive or dead.

"..."

Oliva sighed softly, looked around, and said to Kebar, "Indeed, this neighborhood is that kid's territory."

He looked at the spot where the dust was rising and recalled the group of martial artists he had seen before.

What exactly can someone who is immersed in combat achieve?

"Techniques and skills, master-disciple inheritance, martial arts sects, human body modification, conspiracies and intrigues, conflicts of interest, blood ties and karmic connections..."

"Countless people have explored this treacherous wilderness using countless methods."

Oliva gestured with his chin toward Shiraki Cheng, "What level can one reach in the way of fighting? That kid is happily exploring it."

"He must have been smiling when we slapped him, right? After all, it's a privilege that even the President of the United States doesn't get."

"..."

Kebar raised an eyebrow and agreed, “Indeed, just as pleasant as when you talked about your lover.”

Upon hearing this, Oliva smiled.

He smiled with a blissful expression, his lips curving upwards while his eyebrows and eyes drooped, lost in happy memories.

Then, Oliva pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, took a deep breath through his nose, and savored the sweet scent on it.

"Ahhh! This is so wonderful, it's an incomparably exciting kind of happiness."

"..."

Kebar had already accepted Oliva's eccentric behavior, so he went along with what he was saying.

"Hmph, was that a gift from your girlfriend?"

"No..."

Oliva smiled faintly, "I bought this handkerchief in the neighborhood where my girlfriend used to live, in a shop in that area."

"Neighborhood shops...?"

Kebar was stunned again. "Wasn't that something that used to belong to your girlfriend?"

Oliva frowned and laughed jokingly, "Don't say such stupid things. The kind of thing you're talking about is too stimulating for me!"

Kebar was puzzled. "How could this be...? Aren't you two lovers?"

"Yes, they are a very loving couple."

Oliva puffed out his broad chest and emphasized, "Moreover, we are mutually in love."

Kebar looked troubled. "I really don't understand you..."

"It's okay, it doesn't matter if they don't understand. Kids can't comprehend that anyway!"

Oliva opened his palm, displaying the handkerchief with its slightly patterned design, allowing everyone to admire it closely.

"Just the thought that this handkerchief once existed in the neighborhood where she lived allows me to feel her presence here."

"It's like tourists shopping in Liverpool can feel the Beatles."

"I'm just so obsessed with her..."

"She is just that beautiful!"

As he spoke, Oliva slowly raised the handkerchief and proudly showed it to Kebar.

"How about it? Would you like to have a sniff too?"

"This is the most fragrant handkerchief in the world!"

"..."

As he wished, Kebar slowly brought his face closer.

The next second—

"Pooh!"

Kebar spat directly onto Oliva's handkerchief with a "plop".

—!?

This scene left the onlookers wide-eyed.

As for Oliva himself, his mouth was wide open, his face seemed to have lost all color, and he was making hoarse, mumbling noises.

"Oh……"

He held the handkerchief in both hands, so excited that he squatted down, staring at the soiled handkerchief, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Oooooo ...

He screamed in agony, tears welling up in his eyes, and even ran away crying.

He took a step and bumped into the henchman next to him.

Da da da da da!

His sturdy frame pushed through the crowd and disappeared in the blink of an eye, probably to find washing supplies or a place with water.

Such a rare sight as Oliva left onlookers speechless, unable to offer any comment.

And the person who started this scene—Kaibar—still had his hands in his pockets.

"..."

Meanwhile, on the other side—

Wu Fengshui and the others followed the sound.

Whether it was the high-five between Kebar and Shiraki before, or Oliva and Kebar swinging Shiraki away, or Oliva's scream at the end...

The three sounds were louder and more penetrating than the last, making it easy for everyone to find them.

Hey!

Wu Fengshui stepped out in his military boots, his feet treading on the ruins and bricks. His dominant hand rested on the pistol at his waist, and his black-and-white pupils rolled around.

The girl looked out over the battlefield, taking in the chaotic scene.

"Other organizations launched a sneak attack? Looks like they suffered a crushing defeat. Did Shiraki and Mr. Kebar fight a coordinated attack? The site was severely damaged."

"The hole in that iron gate over there, is it from a shell... no, it was torn open?"

"And who is that long-haired man next to Oma?"