Super Fighting Tokyo.

A heavy fist, imbued with all its strength, struck Oliva's abdominal muscles.

Oliva's movements remained unchanged, but his 170kg burly body was pushed back a dozen centimeters by Shiramu Cheng's fist.

……

……

The audience in the inner city watched intently.

"It was Shiraki Sei who made the first move! He repelled Oliva!"

"Idiot, that Mr. Oliva has no defense at all!"

"He clearly defeated the Second Master's fist, yet he didn't even need to defend himself!?"

"Olive underestimates his opponent!"

"..."

However, some people raised objections, and these objections came from gang members in the underground district.

When criminal organizations invaded other neighborhoods, this huge underground district was thoroughly taught a lesson by Oliva and was completely subdued.

The residents of the underground city will never forget the horrors of Oliva!

"This isn't a trivial matter of defense or respect—it's just how Oliva operates, and no one can sway him!"

The gang members were sweating with tension. "That's not 'fighting technique defense,' it's tensing muscles—it's 'muscle defense'!"

"That's muscle technology!"

"Olive's abs are so tight that even a shotgun can't penetrate them!!"

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……

At this moment, Shiramu Cheng also suddenly froze.

The sensation on his fist was extremely strange; it didn't feel like he was beating a human body, but more like he was hitting a stone wall padded with a thin layer of sponge.

At the same time, Oliva also reached out his right hand and grabbed Shiraki's wrist, fixing it in front of his abdominal muscles.

"...Not bad punches."

Oliva commented in a low voice, "As expected of the punch that defeated Kebar, the movements are pleasing to the eye, and the power is top-notch in the field of karate."

He grabbed Bai Mucheng's wrist and gradually tightened his grip, pulling Bai Mucheng's right fist to the side.

"Although I am not good at refined fighting techniques, just like you have undergone unimaginable training to become stronger, I have also put in a lot of effort."

"Countless times, countless times, countless times..."

"So all I can do is show you—my muscles."

Swish!

Oliva gripped Shiramu Cheng's right wrist tightly, holding the package firmly with one hand.

Immediately, he lowered his center of gravity slightly, pushed off the ground with both feet, and began to rotate around the left side of his body, tilting his entire body as if a motorcycle were leaning into a curve.

Whoa!

Oliva swung Bai Mucheng with one hand, suspending him in mid-air, while he himself spun around in place.

"...!?"

Bai Mucheng was momentarily stunned and didn't react. He only felt his whole body enter outer space and begin to lose weight from all directions.

This scene reminded the spectators in the distance of a certain sport—

Hammer.

Oliva is swinging the "White Wood" hammer with one hand!

This top-level match opened with Shiraki Sei's straight punch, while Oliva responded with a sport full of violent aesthetics!

—Whoosh!

As he spun around for the second time, Oliva's leg muscles worked together to accelerate, almost leaving a blur in his wake, before he aimed in one direction.

Swish! !

As soon as Oliva let go, Bai Mucheng flew out like a hammer, crashing backwards into the distance and collapsing the wall on the other side.

boom--!!

Splash!

Bai Mucheng was thrown into the air, smashing through another wall, instantly creating a cloud of dust that obscured the view.

The audience immediately turned their heads.

"H-How is it? Is he dead?"

"You won't die... right?"

"If you were to be tossed around like a human hammer by Oliva's brute force, you definitely wouldn't survive!"

"But that's Shiraki Cheng..."

"..."

Swish!

A large hand reached out from the smoke and dust, tearing through the rising dust.

Bai Mucheng's head was covered in blood, and his whole body was filthy, but his eyes were clear, without the slightest sign of dazedness or dizziness.

It's likely just a superficial head injury, not a fatal one.

"It hurts so much!"

Shiraki grimaced and spat out a mouthful of blood, while simultaneously becoming extremely focused.

He had just gained a deeper understanding—when fighting one of the world's top fighters, a moment's carelessness can lead to death.

The reason why Shiramu Cheng was not seriously injured was that he did not crash into the wall, but adjusted his movements in mid-air and broke through the wall with a flying kick.

The wound on his forehead was caused by being grazed a few times by a protruding brick while passing through the wall.

"Huh...huh..."

Bai Mucheng gasped for breath, wiping the blood from his face. "If you were to participate in the Olympics, the entire history of sports would probably be rewritten!"

"Humph."

Oliva smiled slightly and walked towards Shiramu Cheng.

Within his heavy footsteps, a second beat could be faintly heard—his highly developed heart.

With each powerful thump of his heart, Oliva's blood flowed faster, veins bulging throughout his body, surging with power.

"Shiraki, you lack a love for muscles, but I am different."

Oliva raised his hands, freely displaying his exaggeratedly muscular physique to the entire audience, his expression full of confidence.

"Even Olympic-level athletes rarely consume more than 10,000 calories a day."

"But the total calories I eat in a day are never less than 100,000 kilocalories!"

"To use a common food as an analogy, it is roughly equivalent to the amount of five hundred rice balls."

"But look—"

Oliva pinched the skin on his abdomen with his fingers, and it was clear that there was only one layer, indicating an extremely low body fat percentage.

"I consume so many calories every day that I can't burn them all off through exercise, but I still manage to keep my body fat percentage below 5%."

"This is beyond what theory can explain."

Under the watchful eyes of the audience, Oliva stood before Shiraki Sei.

"The reason lies in my 'daily routine'."

"Just like the fuel tanks that come with a spaceship, which are several times larger than the spaceship itself."

"Even at this moment, the heat in my body is still burning because I am performing a 'tightening' action without letting up for a moment."

"Inhibit the muscles, seal the muscles, fill the muscles, squeeze the muscles, tighten the muscles..."

"Even maintain this state and get into a peaceful, deep sleep every night."

"..."

Hearing Oliva's words, Shiraki Cheng grinned, "This is truly the 'world's strongest' static muscle exertion exercise."

"That's true."

Oliva frankly admitted it.

He raised his right arm, clenched his fist, bent his forearm upwards, and veins bulged on his entire arm, displaying his muscles without reservation.

"You're going to have to fight against these muscles next!"

Swish!

No sooner had he finished speaking than Oliva swung his fist.

Without the slightest hesitation, Bai Mucheng immediately pushed off the ground and retreated, creating distance between himself and Olibala, while also avoiding that terrifying fist.

Splash...

Even from a meter or two away, Shiramu Cheng could still clearly feel the powerful wind that Oliva sent flying when he swung his heavy punch.

"Aha~!"

Bai Mucheng's eyes began to tremble, with blood vessels connecting to his pupils. His consciousness was running wild to its limit, and all his [engines] were activated!

"snort--!"

Oliva continued his advance, relentlessly striking with heavy punches until he cornered Shiraki.

This time, the wall was not the dilapidated wall that could be seen everywhere, but the outer wall of the inner city next to the passage.

As mentioned before, the interior of that "thick wall" is a diverse space, consisting of multiple rooms, making it a defensive fortress that even rockets cannot breach.

But when faced with Oliva's fist, all of that was as fragile as paper!