Super Fighting Tokyo.

Shiraki was somewhat confused, but sensing Oliva's rising fighting spirit, he still grinned.

"brake--!"

With a low shout, Bai Mucheng raised two fingers and aimed them at Oliva's jaw.

【Jamie o Dianchen】!

call out!

With extremely rapid two-finger forward pressure, he swung his fingertips like short sticks, horizontally from left to right, intending to shake Oliva's brain.

But at the same instant, when Bai Mucheng could see clearly what was in front of him, he was shocked to discover a giant hand—

It's Oliver's left hand!

The large hand, with its five fingers spread apart, resembled a hundred-ton truck with its front end slammed into Bai Mucheng's face with a whooshing sound.

Boom!

A crisp sound exploded out.

Shiramu Cheng's face was captured clearly, his eyelids and lips were squeezed out from between Oliva's fingers, and he was thrown backwards.

Whoosh!

With his feet dangling in the air and his head tilted back, his body tumbled and spun like a wheel as he flew backward, kicking up a cloud of dust on the ground.

shhhhh-

boom!

Finally, Bai Mucheng crashed into the wall not far away, smashing a large hole through it and passing through it, with rubble and tiles scattering everywhere.

Sobbing and splashing...

"..."

That scene was just like when Oliva and Kebar confronted each other, and Shiraki was sent flying by both of them at the same time.

This time, however, Bai Mucheng flew even further and was not completely buried by the bricks and tiles; he was only covered by a thin layer.

"...Great, fantastic!"

Shiramu Cheng grinned, the large red handprint on his face clearly visible, blood trickling from his nose and the corners of his mouth, yet he found it particularly exhilarating.

This is a monstrous strength that even the King of the Inner City cannot match!

This is the real Oliva!

Splash...

Bai Mucheng struggled to sit up, patted the dust off his hair, and was about to stand up when he suddenly heard Oliva speak.

"Brother Bai Mu, you've got it wrong..."

"Don't get me wrong, this isn't 'fighting you,' it's just a 'forced demand' directed at you."

Oliva strolled along leisurely, his expression somewhat amused.

"You say you don't want to fight me in the ring? Sorry, I'm going to take away your freedom of choice."

Even if I beat you until your head is bleeding, I'll drag you to the ring! Come and fight me!

Oliva walked up to the dilapidated brick wall, casually lifted it, and with a crisp "crack," the brick wall, which only had a hole in it, was completely torn apart.

The sheer power of that scene was like a human demolition machine!

"..."

Bai Mucheng, who was originally sitting cross-legged, then stood up with a light and graceful movement.

Even when facing Mr. Unchain, even when his head was dazed from being slapped, Shiramu Cheng simply did what he was supposed to do.

Stand sideways, press down with your left hand, slightly raise your left shoulder, grasp your ribs with your right fist, look forward, and let your body float in rhythm with your breathing.

"..."

Oliva watched Shiraki's movements carefully.

He thought for a moment, then suddenly joked, "Excuse me, brother, who is your father?"

Bai Mucheng answered truthfully, "I was found and raised by my grandfather."

"Mmm~~~~"

Oliva puffed out his chest and raised an eyebrow. "Have you tried a DNA test? You wouldn't happen to be that monster's son, would you? You're Baki's brother?"

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Shiraki Cheng: "...Huh?"

"Sorry, sorry, it was just a joke."

Oliva slowly raised his hands and sighed leisurely, "There is a fundamental difference between you and that 'monster' and that 'Baki Hanma'."

"This difference leads me to conclude that you are not related by blood, but that is precisely what makes you remarkable."

"You, who only value the 'process,' are indeed more carefree than me."

As he spoke, Oliva slowly inhaled, relaxing all his muscles.

His chest began to pound, and he raised his hands high above his head, then clenched his fists, wrists inward and fists outward.

The sheer power of this pose is something even the most elite bodybuilders cannot replicate, showcasing those exaggerated muscles to the fullest extent.

And then—

Swish!

Oliva pressed his arms down until they crossed in front of his abdomen, striking a crab pose and squeezing all his muscles, which actually caused his suit to burst.

Sizzle—!

With a crisp sound, Oliva's suit and trousers tore open in front of him, just like a cicada shedding its shell.

Swish!

Oliva leaped into the air, lightly landing in mid-air, and casually took off his shoes.

despair……

When he landed again, he was wearing only a pair of black briefs. He stood with his lower body slightly turned to the side, his movements elegant.

His explosive muscles were like a fortress, fully exposed in front of Shiraki Cheng!

Behind him, due to the excessive force of his previous movements, the "removed" suit and tuxedo remained firmly in place, still in their final torn state, without moving an inch.

Chapter 484 Back and Forth

The clanging and banging sounds attracted the attention of the residents of the inner city.

Several people had already stopped at a distance, secretly observing the situation at the entrance of the passage, and they couldn't help but widen their eyes.

"Huh~~~~??"

They witnessed an incredibly astonishing scene—

The suit, stretched taut by Oliva's muscles, stood still like a solid sculpture, its dynamic texture clearly visible.

"The torn dress is still standing on the ground..."

"This is outrageous! Impossible!!"

"This is Oliva!"

"It's too strong! No one can defeat it!"

Compared to this scene, the fact that Shiramaki hit the wall and immediately stood up is not as impactful.

The people in the inner city gasped in surprise.

Even though they knew there was danger ahead, they couldn't help but get closer, wanting to see the battle more closely.

"They've started fighting!?"

"Start fighting like this? Aren't we going to wait until the arena is finished?"

"Those two don't need a ring!"

"..."

……

Bai Mucheng shook his neck, his eyes following the movement, looking left and right, listening to the increasingly loud noise of the audience.

"Haha, these guys know a lot!"

He finally looked at Oliva, "Since you've taken this seriously, then I have to respond properly to you..."

As he spoke, Bai Mucheng took off his backpack and casually tossed it aside.

Next came the jacket, and then the sneakers were taken off.

Finally, he lifted his shirt, stood barefoot, and stood in front of Oliva again, casually placing one hand on his hip.

It's obvious that his muscles are not nearly as big as Oliva's, but the scars on his skin are equally impressive and visually striking!

"Good looks..."

Oliva smiled and commented, "You never expect to fight without taking damage, and you only focus your attention on those powerful things, which is why your body is covered in wounds."

"But on the other hand, you won't be afraid of getting hurt, and you'll be able to face the powerful directly."

"The battles you've experienced are reflected in your scars, each one a dazzling reward."

"but……"

Oliva then changed the subject, saying, "Faced with the muscles on my body, your scars are ultimately a bit bland in comparison."

"..."

Bai Mucheng paused, his expression now full of helplessness, "What a boastful old man."