Super Fighting Tokyo.

"..."

Shiraki once asked Keibar what kind of fight he wanted to fight, but Keibar did not give an answer at the time.

But now, through that punch, Shiramu Cheng already knows.

Kebar possessed a love for his country, his people, and the land; all of these shaped his fighting style.

That's what I'm going to show you!

"Stop!"

With a furious shout, Shiramu Cheng threw a powerful right punch, which was blocked by Kebar's left arm.

Kebar was about to deflect the attack and counterattack, but Shiraki Cheng's starting motion was even faster. His right fist quickly retracted, followed by a simultaneous forward press of his left and right palms.

[Long Bo's slap!]

Boom!

The invisible, imposing force forced Kebar to defend, raising his arms to block.

—Again!

A sharp light shone from Bai Mucheng's eyes, which traced two floating arcs in mid-air, following his body movements.

[The Choice of Killing Intent] —

Right heavy punch!

boom!

After the first punch landed, the even faster [Wave Palm Strike] followed, with the fist and palm striking out in a cross pattern, following the rhythm of breathing, for four or five rounds in a row.

Bang bang bang bang bang—!

The attacks came like a relentless wave, pinning Kebar down and forcing him to retreat!

—?!

The principle behind this series of fierce attacks is based on the "frame"—that is, the entire process of a move's "initiation," "effectiveness," and "retraction."

Different techniques will be effective at different times.

Whether it's a punch, a finger stab, a palm strike, or even the instant a throw is initiated... there are subtle, but undeniable, differences.

The same principle applies to the recovery phase. While a powerful throw is indeed more effective, it is slower to recover than a gentle punch.

The smallest unit that connects these details is the frame!

To achieve effective suppression, one must exhaust the limits of each move's frame, understand its essence, and thus execute a powerful combo!

—This is Shiraki Cheng's "fighting"!

"brake!"

Bai Mucheng pressed forward relentlessly, unleashing a barrage of heavy punches and palm strikes. His movements were fast but not complicated, but the sheer pressure was suffocating!

but……

Even so, Shiraki could see that the eyes on Kebar's demonic face radiated an incredibly resilient light.

……Snapped!

Kebar swept his left foot, slightly kicking away Shiraki's right leg, causing the opponent to stumble and creating an opening in the transition of moves.

Swish!

Kebar pressed forward and threw a heavy punch straight at Shiraki's face.

"Oh……"

Seeing the fist coming straight at him, Shiramu Cheng moved.

Squat slightly to gather strength, with your legs in a lunge position. Extend your left hand forward for balance, and clench your right fist at your waist.

"..."

Mr. Kebar, your fists prove that no matter what kind of opponent you face, there's only one thing you need to do—

I'm going to prove myself to you!

And what about me?

Shiraki thought to himself.

No matter what I do, no matter what moves I use, no matter how varied my style may be, there is one thing that remains constant...

Regardless of the fluctuations of killing intent or mental power, the most fundamental and singular principle is only one thing—

I'm going to type it out and show you all!

To unleash a move...

Regardless of whether the opponent is defending, attacking, probing, or suppressing... the bottom line is to fight! Fight your way out!!

This is what a concave shape is!

The essence of fluctuation is to create a concave shape!

The fighting I love is all about showing you guys how to do it!

"Whoa—"

Bai Mucheng's voice was hoarse.

With a single stomp, a deafening roar shook the ground, causing it to crack!

He tensed his leg muscles, stomped the ground, and sprang up like a spring, throwing a powerful uppercut with his right arm.

【Rising Dragon Fist】!

"brake!"

Bai Mucheng dodged the oncoming punch to the side, while simultaneously throwing his right fist straight up, striking Kebar's jaw and leaping up, sending him flying.

boom--

Splash!

This sent Kebar spinning upwards, scattering blood droplets in all directions.

Finally, almost at the same time as Bai Mucheng jumped up, with a "plop," he fell from mid-air to the ground, face up, crashing into the ground and kicking up sand and dirt.

"..."

Pfft!

The second sound was the sound of Bai Mucheng kneeling on the ground.

He was breathing heavily, his pupils were almost unfocused, and his eyelids were drooping.

"Huh...huh..."

After catching his breath, Bai Mucheng, supporting himself on his knee, staggered to his feet again.

After seeing Kebar fall completely, Shiraki Cheng took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and forced up his trembling arm, shouting out with his last remaining strength—

"We won!!!"

Chapter 473 The Song That Never Stops

【Fighting Spirit】VS【Second Master】;

Shiraki Sei vs. Keibar!

Winner: Shiraki Sei!

"We won!!!"

Bai Mucheng was already teetering on the brink of collapse and didn't have much strength left, so his shout wasn't particularly loud.

But everyone present felt that Shiraki's triumphant roar was deafening!

It erupted from his mouth like ocean waves, spreading across the open ground and eventually engulfing the entire inner city, creating an invisible tsunami.

Even though Shiraki Cheng looked disheveled, his raised fist made the onlookers feel incredibly honored.

—Because the victor deserves it!

"You...you won?"

"The Second Master has fallen!?"

"Shiraki Cheng won! [Battle Spirit] won!"

"..."

The audience in the inner city erupted in noise.

The experts watching the battle each had their own thoughts.

"Tiger," Wakatsuki Samurai said in a deep voice, "Shiraki, he's gotten stronger again..."

[Hyotei] Himuro Ryo's eyes widened. "Hey, I said, it's not as simple as 'getting stronger,' isn't it a bit outrageous??"

【Umibozu】Hero Yoshiaki's eyes were deep, feeling regret for Kebar's defeat. "They were truly two remarkable people."

【Asura】Tokita no Oma remained silent, only clenching his fists.

[Demon Gun] Kuroki Gensai nodded, "Hmm, excellent!"

"..."

"Kukaka!"

Wu Lei'an, the Demon, was thoroughly entertained by the sight and felt a surge of heat throughout his body. He immediately wanted to find someone to fight.

Helpless, Wu Fengshui could only make a video call to Wu Huili, so that the old man could personally give him instructions, which barely managed to calm him down.

Wu Huili sighed, "Phew, that brat Lei An almost went berserk again. What happened?"

Wu Fengshui waved his hand, "Bai Muqin and Mr. Kebal fought, and Bai Muqin narrowly won."