Super Fighting Tokyo.

Kebar spat out a few mouthfuls of mud, then turned to look at the sidelines. "Who threw the grenade!?"

Shiraki Chengze guessed the truth with just a glance.

He turned to Wu Lei'an and complained, "What are you doing!"

"……what?"

Wu Lei'an crossed his arms, raised his eyebrows and chin, and gave me a "you still have the nerve to ask me?" look, turning the tables on me and questioning me instead.

"What? You actually asked me what's going on? Idiot..."

"I was about to ask you the same thing, what are you two doing, acting all silly!"

Wu Lei'an grinned, grinding his teeth so hard they made a crunching sound, he was furious.

"It was just a fight, but a bunch of idiots in the audience made it sound like they didn't know what was going on, saying things like 'not throwing a punch,' 'hands behind their backs,' and 'hands in their pockets'..."

"What difference does it make whether or not I throw a punch?"

"So stupid! So boring! It almost put me to sleep. Fighting is supposed to be all about bloodshed!"

Wu Lei'an stomped his foot and lectured:

"A fight between two people should be that simple; any additional rules are rubbish!"

"..."

These words left everyone around Wu Lei'an stunned, as if they had suddenly realized something.

Perhaps, the "demon" who pursues the limits of violence is the most innocent one at this moment.

—Thoughts of Shiraki Shōka and Kebar.

The two blinked, then turned and saw each other covered in soot, with a little gunpowder ash on their skin. They couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Pfft... Hahaha!"

The two burst into laughter, laughing so hard they were doubled over, realizing how incredibly boring they had been just a minute ago—so boring it was almost comical.

This time, it was the audience's turn to be puzzled.

"Are they both laughing?"

"Not playing anymore?"

"Do you want to reconcile?"

"..."

The answer will appear in the next second—

Shasha!

Kebar touched the ground with his toes, twisted his forefoot, and swung his left hook with great force, slamming it into Bai Mucheng's face with a loud "bang".

"Well……"

The fist almost embedded itself in Bai Mucheng's face, causing him to spit blood from his mouth and nose, the bright red blood splattering everywhere, and his eyes to crease tightly.

Kebar used his fist!

But this does not mean admitting defeat. On the contrary, it proves that Kebar was the first to come to his senses, peel away the complex shell, and step back into the realm of "fighting"!

"what!"

After landing his left punch, Kebar didn't stop, immediately followed by an upward right hook.

However, the punch missed its target and was blocked midway.

[Aura Parry]!

Snapped!

Shiraki Cheng turned to the side, raised his left elbow and swung it horizontally, deflecting Kebar's right hook.

As a result, Kebar was half a step slower in finishing his move, allowing Shiraki to gain the advantage frame and act first.

At the same time, Bai Mucheng kept his right hand in his pocket the entire time.

But this time, the "hands in pockets" gesture wasn't meant to seal the fist; quite the opposite.

Whether or not Shiraki Cheng's right fist is in his pocket is irrelevant at this moment, because the process of "exhaustion" has already begun.

Melt away the skin and flesh, remove the blood vessels, discard the bones and nerves, leaving only the concept of "right arm," leaving only the "soul" of the right arm!

Soul-level [Exhaustion] -

"brake!"

In an instant, Shiramu Cheng's pocket ripped open, and his right arm disappeared in full view of everyone. When it reappeared, it was already outstretched, a straight punch from behind.

[Ed - Psychic Radiance]!

call out!

Kebar was hit in the jaw, which caused his brain to shake violently, his eyes to roll upwards and he almost lost consciousness, experiencing severe dizziness.

"...!?"

At this moment, everything in front of Kebar seemed like gasoline dripping onto the surface of water, becoming distorted and blurred, with many different colors and hues.

Hmph, got hit in the chin!

Bai Mucheng quickly retracted his right fist, his mind churning rapidly.

He thought to himself that he should thank Brother Lei An, because he had indeed made a mistake before.

If you want to truly face difficulties, you can't arbitrarily add any rules; simplicity is key...

Only in that way can we answer the question, "What is power?"

"Shh—!"

Bai Mucheng shouted loudly and delivered three heavy punches with both hands.

Luke's Triple Impact!

Bang bang bang!

Three heavy punches landed on Kebar's cheeks, making his eyelids roll back and his face covered in blood.

—But that's not enough!

Before me stands a man who can subdue the President of the United States, a man who can be respectfully addressed as "Second Master," and who stands shoulder to shoulder with "The Unbound" Oliva!

That kind of punch won't defeat him!

"Hey..."

Bai Mucheng clenched his fists, pulled his arms together, used his right arm forward as a shield and his left arm back, and took a big step forward.

In that instant, ink surged around Bai Mucheng, outlining shields and spears around him, coinciding with his movements.

{…}

Marissa was also watching from the audience, unconsciously clenching her fists.

This tactic was inspired by Spartan hoplites.

Their spears and shields were renowned, and their infantry were incredibly fierce, skilled in melee combat, and possessed ancient striking techniques.

So let him experience—a punch from before Christ!

{…}

Boom!

Shiraki charged forward with great force, striking the dazed Kebar with his right arm, hitting him in the abdomen and causing him to kneel on the ground.

Immediately, Bai Mucheng stepped his right foot slightly forward, lowered his left side as much as possible, and raised his right fist high with a tight grip.

Snapped!

The five fingers are clenched tightly, making a crisp sound.

As the fist clenched, Shiramu Cheng's movements were no longer like throwing a punch, but more like playing golf or swinging a shot put, giving it his all without regard for anything else.

Ultimate Technique -

【Marisa, the Goddess of the Hunt】!!

"--brake!"

With a loud shout, Bai Mucheng swung his right hook from top to bottom, striking Kebar's jaw and sending him flying.

boom--

Whoa!

Kebar's body was suspended in the air, his whole body tilted backward and flipped upside down. After flying a few meters, he crashed to the ground with a "plop" and bounced up like a skipping stone.

Bang—bang!

Kebar finally stopped when his back slammed into the wall behind him, leaving a small dent in the wall as bricks and rubble fell down.

Splash...

Kebar slammed straight into the wall and then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"..."

This punch was so solid and so shocking that Shiramu Seito's arm went numb, and even made the audience forget about the "grenade" and keep replaying what had just happened in their minds.

"I was... I was sent flying!"

"Ouch! I hit the wall..."

"A series of fierce attacks, culminating in a terrifying punch!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng raised his right fist, with wisps of white smoke still remaining on the knuckles.

He looked up and around, and saw that the audience had returned to their enthusiastic state, cheering and applauding the exchange they had just had.

"Kebar lost?"

"Fighting Spirit won!"