Super Fighting Tokyo.

Shiraki and Keibara, however, are in significantly different states.

[Mr. Er] squeezed through the crowd, held the jar in his hand, slung it over his waist, and smiled calmly.

The Fighting Spirit, who had been kicked away, was lying on his back on the ground, but he looked relaxed and even admired the sky as if no one else was around.

The same radiant complexion! The same imposing presence!

"The president is here!"

"Mr. 2!"

"【Fighting Spirit】 has enraged 【Second Master】, and the two are about to fight!"

"..."

……

Those fierce shouts ignited the atmosphere, making the rivalry between Shiraki Cheng and Kebar burn fiercely, as if it could heat up the air.

The hype was so intense that everyone else naturally became part of the "spectator" as well.

Even Kuroki Gensai and Go Lei'an, who were not far away, shared the same feeling.

"cut!"

Wu Lei'an's forehead veins bulged, and he tilted his head and spat.

Kuroki Gensai made a soft "hmm" sound and glanced at Wu Lei'an.

“You brat from the Wu clan, you’re just cramming for battle now. You’re no match for me, Kuroki Gensai.”

"However, I look forward to what you mean by violence that exists above violence."

After saying this, Kuroki Gensai turned and left, heading towards the sidelines.

Although Wu Lei'an was unwilling, he was not in the best condition and needed time to sort out the gains of this trip, so he had no choice but to withdraw.

……

……

Now, only two people remained in the vast open space.

Shiraki Seiwa and Kaibar.

"..."

Bai Mucheng, lying on his back with his hands still in his pockets, suddenly exerted his core strength, and sprang up from the ground, doing a somersault on the spot with a light and swift posture.

Swish... Thud!

The white wooden toe rests on the ground, then the soles of the feet stand firmly, the eyes slightly narrowed, feeling the friction between the skin and the air.

at the same time--

Kebar gently placed the jar on the ground, slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and then took it off, revealing his extremely dense and muscular physique.

He grabbed the collar with his right hand, draped the clothes over his right shoulder, and picked up the jar with his left hand.

call……!

The cool autumn breeze blew by, teasing the clothes hanging on my shoulders.

Despite being only 178cm tall, Kebar was in no way inferior in presence to Shiraki, who was 187cm tall.

In fact, when the two were seriously facing off, their heights seemed to increase dramatically!

The two stared at each other, and the air itself seemed to distort to varying degrees.

As the onlookers watched, their presence gradually spread, eventually filling the entire open space and preventing anyone else from moving forward even a step!

Gradually, the thugs who were a little further away also stopped fighting and were drawn to the open space.

The number of onlookers grew to several hundred.

However, the dueling area they set aside was quite large.

It was as if they also vaguely felt that an ordinary venue could not bear the weight of this battle; it needed to be large and spacious enough, otherwise it would be burst!

……

……

Ultimately, in this chaotic and contentious zone, the "struggle" was compressed to its extreme, becoming the focus of everyone's attention.

All other struggles became irrelevant.

Thugs from different neighborhoods and gangs gathered around the open space, chatting animatedly, becoming a spectator.

"..."

Wu Fengshui, who had been following along, squeezed to the front of the audience to greet his elder brother and also to say hello to Kuroki Gensai who was standing next to him.

Gensai Kuroki nodded in response.

Wu Lei'an crossed his arms, looking impatient. "This is so annoying! More and more people are gathering. I'll kill you all sooner or later!"

Wu Fengshui grinned dryly, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. He gestured with his fingers, "Um... I also brought a few people with me."

Wu Lei'an: "..."

Wu Lei'an: "...Huh?"

He turned his head and saw four people arriving shortly after him—

Samurai Wakatsuki, Ryo Himuro, Yoshinari Karo, and Ten Demon Snake Ouma.

As the four of them walked along, they crowded around Wu Fengshui, causing Wu Lei'an's anger to soar, with veins bulging on his forehead.

"You guys..."

Just as Wu Lei'an was about to lash out, he was interrupted by another giant shadow.

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen!

The crowd looked in the direction of the voice and saw a burly Cuban man, none other than Biscat Olba, the Unbound.

He was dressed in casual beachwear, paired with a jacket, sunglasses, and a sun hat, suggesting he was there to watch the game.

"Ha ha!"

Oliva stretched out his big hand and patted Wu Fengshui and Wu Lei'an, who were standing at the front.

"Well……"

Kuroki Gensai's gaze shifted slightly as he looked at Oliva. "As expected of the [Unbound One], those muscles are truly the real deal."

Oliva blinked. "Of course, it's the power of love."

He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and looked at the open space ahead. "Oh! Have those two already started fighting?"

……

……

The audience was already in place, and there was a lively discussion.

Kebar looked around and sighed with a faint smile, "Hmph, how lively."

"Of course."

Bai Mucheng slightly raised his head, looked Kebar up and down, and recalled Master Marissa's words.

"Fighting is like savoring a delicious meal."

"Nourishment called battle, a feast called battle—from this perspective, Mr. Kebar, you guys are five-star!"

"..."

As he spoke, Shiramu Cheng lifted up his shirt and took it off, revealing a body covered in scars and well-developed muscles, each with extremely smooth edges, combining explosive power with flexibility.

Then kick off your shoes, leaving only a pair of trousers, and step barefoot on the ground.

Whoosh~ Whoosh whoosh!

- Swish!

Shiramu Cheng unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks, striking relentlessly.

But the preparatory movements were so unremarkable that even the surrounding audience members couldn't help but wonder what they were thinking.

that……

If, during a later drinking session, the topic turns to the "Fighting Spirit" who battled "Second Master," how would one describe his opening scene?

One thing is certain—

That's very solid.

It was to such an extent that one was absolutely certain that a man named Shiraki Cheng should punch and kick in this way, and anything else was wrong!

Bai Mucheng's skill level in martial arts is at this level!

"..."

Kebar watched this scene quietly and smiled leisurely: "It seems you are in high spirits and want to have a serious fight with me."

Shiraki clenched his fist. "I'm sorry, Mr. Kebar, your target is Oliva, but I want to fight him no matter what before that."

"Thank you for coming with me."

"..."

"It's alright, after all, I accepted your 'troublemaking,' so it's only right that we fight."

Kebar raised an eyebrow. "Whether it's the strongest fighter in America, Oliver, or a street fighter, I have no problem with them."

"I don't want to lose to anyone in a fight."

"..."

Looking at Kebar, whose fighting spirit was growing stronger, Shiraki Cheng was a little happy. "Seeking the Dao means facing difficulties and facing the powerful. All other grand words are just embellishments!"

Kebar slowly lifted the jar in his hand. "Everyone has different motivations for fighting, and so do I..."

As he spoke, he pulled out the cork from the jar.

The next moment—