Super Fighting Tokyo.

"Really...really?"

"..."

Bai Mucheng raised his eyebrows, wiped the blood from around his nose and mouth, then tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of bloody foam. "—It's fake!"

"He's the Second Master, he's the second generation of Unchain!"

“He’s J. Cibar…”

Bai Mucheng's murmurs gradually faded.

What followed was a shout that resounded throughout the entire venue.

"Eee ya ha—!!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and discovered that it was Kebar, who was lying on the ground.

The sound was incredibly bright, spreading out like ripples; it must have been the intro to the song.

Immediately, everyone present seemed to be able to smell the fresh scent and the turbulence of the sea.

They transform into water droplets on a hurricane-filled night, splashing against your face and stirring your heart!

Chapter 469 Ee-er-ya-ha—!

"Eee ya ha—!!"

Kebar lay sprawled on the ground, his head against the wall and his back to the sky.

From his mouth burst forth rhythmic melodies, and he could sing loudly even without accompaniment.

"On a moonlit night..."

"Ee er ya ha!"

"Raise, anchor!"

“Ee-er-ya-ha—!”

"On a stormy night, ee-er-ya-ha—"

"Raise the sails, ee-er-ya-ha!"

"With the stars as our guide, ee-er-ya-ha—"

"Heading towards the treasure, ee-er-ya-ha!"

"Save the rum for when we return home, ee-er-ya-ha—"

"Heat the iron, ee-er-ya-ha!"

"..."

Kebar hummed a song.

—That's a pirate's chant! That's a pirate's ship's song!

Rhythm, power, weight, boldness, infectiousness... and so on all burst forth at once!

He clenched his fists, grabbed a handful of sand from the ground in each hand, stood up, turned his back to everyone, and sang in unison with his movements.

During a ventilation interval—

Wow!

Kebar slapped the dust from his hands onto his face, mixing it with his blood.

Then, use all ten fingers to draw lines up and down on the face.

Finally, he ripped off his headscarf, raised it high with one hand, letting the autumn wind blow it, and turned to face the entire audience.

In that instant, everyone saw it clearly—

Kebar's entire face was covered in a mixture of blood and mud as "paint," the lines of which outlined a powerful and imposing face, making him even more shocking than when he fought the [Carnivore]!

Seeing this, the audience couldn't help but swallow hard.

"What's going on...?"

"It's the Ghost Mask of the Second Master!"

"He used his own blood as paint to draw his face!"

"The second generation has not fallen!"

"..."

……

Wu Lei'an, standing on the sidelines, crossed his arms, tilted his head, and snorted coldly, "Tch, he could have been this serious a long time ago, he was just messing around before!"

"Yes, that's right."

Kuroki Gensai nodded, "We must not be careless. Next comes the real 'Second Master,' and next comes the real Kebar!"

……

"Abandon humility and politeness~~~~"

"Let's cast aside patience and silence~~~~"

"Don't succumb to complacency!"

"I'll continue—I'm not satisfied!"

The fingers loosened, the headscarf was blown away by the wind, and drifted to the ground in the distance.

Kebar hummed a boat song, rubbed his jaw which had almost been dislocated, then pushed off the ground and charged forward, leaving a wisp of dust in his wake.

“Eee ya…”

Whoosh-!

"what!!"

Kebar shouted loudly, pushed off the ground with his left foot, and sent his right foot forward, delivering a powerful kick to Shiramu Cheng.

——！

Bai Mucheng's gaze sharpened instantly. He raised his fists upwards, straightened his arms, gathered his entire body, and lowered his center of gravity to the lowest point, using Gu Lie's defensive stance to block.

Boom—!

Kebar's toes almost transformed into thick beams of light, striking Bai Mucheng's arms with a deafening roar that spread outwards from the spot.

"Well?!"

In an instant, Bai Mucheng gritted his teeth, feeling as if his arms no longer belonged to him, and was kicked away with great force, flying backward for more than ten meters in the air.

Swish...

The white wooden frame landed on its back, leaving large scratches on the ground. The person lay on their back, raising clouds of dust as they went.

"ah……!"

He was so shocked that he coughed up blood and grimaced in pain. His arms were limp and powerless, and the redness and swelling on his forearms were clearly visible.

Kebar stood still, his medium-length hair swaying in the wind, his demonic face radiating brilliance.

The crowd erupted in cheers.

"Start the counterattack!"

"The Second Master's demon-face battle pattern has appeared!"

"Can Shiramu Cheng continue fighting?"

"Kaibar! Kaibar! Kaibar!!"

"..."

The cheers from the audience were so loud they seemed to make the entire ocean boil.

Bai Mucheng took a few breaths before he sprang to his feet, his steps unsteady and his arms trembling.

He raised his eyes, locked onto Kebar in front of him, and exhaled a large breath of hot air.

"Great, fantastic!"

Shiraki Cheng gritted his teeth, straightened up, and stared at Keibar, his imposing manner not diminished in the slightest.

“I almost forgot before, but this is how ‘street fighting’ really has to be…”

"Although it will certainly bring cheers, we didn't start fighting for cheers from the beginning, but to defeat our opponents. We will naturally receive cheers along the way!"

Snap...

Bai Mucheng slowly turned to the side, opened his left hand and pressed it down, slightly raised his left shoulder, clenched his right fist to protect his ribs, and his body trembled slightly with his breathing.

"I was almost blinded by the 'decorations' along the way and forgot the joy of 'walking' itself. It was a close call."

"..."

Kebar opened his eyes wide, his gaze appearing even more piercing against the backdrop of the demon mask.

"I see. You're the kind of person who only values ​​the process."

"I'm sorry, I underestimated you."

Kebar gradually lowered his center of gravity. "I thought you were just a martial artist from the city, so you didn't go all out at the beginning."

"I mistakenly thought you were just working on your strength and technique, and that you weren't worth my full effort..."

"sorry!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a wind began to rise and grew stronger.

"See, just as we expected—"

"The wind is picking up."

Kebar extended his left index finger, put it in his mouth to moisten it with saliva, then pulled it out and let the wind blow over his fingertip to feel the wind direction and force.