Super Fighting Tokyo.

The jar that contained torrential rain, gale-force winds, raging waves, and thunder really did have something gushing out!

It transformed into a raging storm, into towering waves and thunder, and finally into endless "courage," slapping against Kebar's face.

The gust of wind was so strong that it even made Kebar lose his senses, and his clothes on his shoulders and his headscarf were all blown off.

What appeared before Kebar was a colossal wave from the night of the hurricane!

Heh...

Kebar put the cork back in.

At this point, the illusion vanished without a trace, the headscarf on his head was not blown away, and even the clothes on his shoulders were unharmed.

"That's enough..."

Kebar took a deep breath, walked to Horukichi on the sidelines, and handed the jar to him for safekeeping.

When he turned around again, he also shook off the clothes on his shoulders, completely exposing his upper body.

"Okay, let's begin."

As Kebar finished speaking, the crowd erupted in even louder cheers.

Today, the inner city will witness its final battle!

[Fighting Spirit] VS [Second Master]!

Shiraki Sei VS Kaibar!

Chapter 466 Duel Options

This kind of thing is very common on the streets.

The two had a history of grudges, which eventually led to a fight that drew a crowd of onlookers.

Shiraki Cheng, and Kebar—

What the two were going to do was a street fight like this.

Although the grand scale went a bit too far, it was indeed done according to street rules, requiring no explanation or opening remarks, and there was no need to find any referees.

"..."

Shiramu patted his buttocks and complained in a low voice, "Mr. Kebar, you kicked me so hard."

Kebar raised his thick eyebrows, a glint of light in his eyes.

"Since that's the case, if I don't let you get your revenge on me, you'll be tossing and turning all night, won't you?"

As they spoke, the two made a move simultaneously.

He shifted his feet slightly to the side, leaving shallow marks on the ground with the soles of his feet, adjusting his center of gravity to test the distance between them.

Strangely, both of them had their arms hanging down, without making any attempt to clench their fists.

……

The onlookers were puzzled, "Aren't either of them going into a fighting stance...?"

Oliva was quite helpless about this.

"These two are really unwilling to admit defeat, they're just like West cowboys, challenging each other to a duel."

He smiled slightly and introduced:

"Cowboy duels—I watch those kinds of movies all the time too."

"Two cowboys, at a pre-arranged time and place, drew their guns and fired at each other, aiming to hit each other as quickly as possible."

"But victory doesn't always belong to the one who draws his gun first."

“If the challenger draws his gun first and defeats his opponent, it is usually considered a dishonorable act. Conversely, if the counter-attacker wins the duel, it is seen as an honor.”

Oliva raised an eyebrow, glancing at the two who had no intention of "making a move".

“Since Kebar kicked Brother Shiraki first, then Brother Shiraki should kick back.”

"It's a kind of obsession that you can't see in the ring, but it's in accordance with the rules of the street."

"And the other one—J. Cibar..."

Oliver rolled his eyes and began to introduce himself to the people around him.

“Kaibar’s grandfather was a master of the Mukyou-ryu ninjutsu, and he was trained by that grandfather himself.”

"The training is extremely demanding. For example, the hands will be trained to do handstands starting with five fingers, and gradually trained to do so using only one thumb."

"Therefore, his finger strength must be quite strong, and his punches must be very powerful."

Oliva teased softly.

"Is deliberately letting your arms hang down and giving up this advantage an absolute sign of overconfidence in your overall strength?"

"..."

Not far away, Kebar heard Oliva's words.

"Knowing me so well, do you still have stalker interests, [The Unbound]?"

He continued looking at Shiraki Sei, calmly emphasizing:

"This guy's punching skills have been honed to the point where they can be called 'special skills'; you can tell he's going to throw a punch just by looking at his stance."

"Even so, he was still determined to kick me, which shows that he was also very confident in his kicking skills."

"..."

The two were chatting happily when Bai Mucheng shook his head with a wry smile.

"Isn't that enough? If we keep comparing like this, it'll never end. Is it going to be that one of us is going to come out on top?"

click, click, click...

Shiraki and Keibara both stepped towards each other, eventually coming within a single step of each other.

Has it started?

"Yes, of course..."

The next moment—

call out!

Almost simultaneously, both of them made a move.

Bai Mucheng pushed off the ground with his right foot, twisted his waist and hips, raised his left leg high, and swiftly thrust out the outside of his left foot.

[Ryu - Upper-Level Blade Kick]!

The extremely fast upper front kick was like a sharp blade shoveling out, so fast that it even made a whistling sound as it cut through the air.

Swish-!

On the other side, Kebar leaned his body back dramatically, supporting his entire body with his left calf, his upper body almost touching the ground, demonstrating amazing flexibility.

Splash...!

Kebar twisted his waist and pushed off the ground, using his upper body as a counterweight for balance, and swept his right leg out from below, drawing a circle in mid-air.

call out!

It was as if all the lines that made up Kebar—whether it was the muscle grooves on his upper body or the folds in his trousers—were transformed into curves.

As Kebar swept his leg, those arcs were like bowstrings, stretched to their limit!

Snapped!

Kebar dodged Shiramu Cheng's front kick, then swept his leg, slamming Shiramu Cheng's foot heavily into the ground.

Boom!

Bai Mucheng stomped his foot forcefully on the ground, creating a sand pit that sent up ripples of dust.

"laugh……!"

Shiramu Cheng was in excruciating pain from being pressed down. He suddenly twisted to the side to break free, then jumped up by pushing off the ground with both feet, spinning around in mid-air before crashing down on Kebar.

Rashid Crescent Kick!

boom!

Kebar jumped back to dodge, and saw Shiramu Cheng's foot just grazed his nose, almost hitting his head.

—!?

"ah!"

Kebal immediately followed up with a front kick, which was blocked by Shiraki's knee strike, using a Muay Thai defensive stance.

boom!

In the blink of an eye, the two clashed several times, the intensity of which kept the audience wide-eyed.

This level...

Even though they sealed each other's "fists," how could they still fight to this extent?!

"..."

But both Shiraki Cheng and Keibara reached a consensus—

This level is far from enough!

The man before them was not to be defeated by a mere "kick"; no matter how fierce the kick, it would not be enough to decide the outcome!

But it's okay if we can't defeat them.

The reason for doing this is simply like a child engaging in a pure competition.

If one is forced to throw a punch first, or uses a complete technique first, it is tantamount to admitting that they are the one who is more overconfident!

Crash—!