Super Fighting Tokyo.

Oliva bent down, grabbed Shiraki's left ankle with his left hand and his right wrist with his right hand, and lifted Shiraki up completely.

Oliva raised an eyebrow leisurely. "Let me break down your defenses."

As he spoke, Oliva slowly raised the white wooden stand.

Are you going to throw the white wooden stand on the ground?

No, that's not it!

That move wasn't a fighting technique at all; it was more like swishing a towel or shaking ramen noodles. He grabbed Shiraki's hands and feet and swung them up and down!

Whoosh...!

Whoosh...!

Whoosh...!

With a whoosh, they swung Bai Mucheng, a grown man, up and down, which was frightening to watch. Just looking at it from a distance, you could feel that someone was about to die!

The audience felt their teeth chattering.

"How many times have I been dumped..."

"People are going to die!"

"Wait a minute! Is this even considered a fight!?"

"..."

The audience could clearly sense that it was no longer a matter of power difference—it was a scene straight out of a science fiction novel!

Bai Mucheng was thrown out of control, his eyes glazed over, his head spinning, and he didn't even have time to struggle.

This is what Oliva meant by "breaking down defenses"!

Whoosh—!

After the final flick, Oliva released his hands, letting the white wooden frame float upwards, and then slapped it down with his palm.

Bang!

Shiraki Shigeki struggled to defend himself, but was struck by Oliva's large hand, the sound of which resembled a badminton smash.

pat...

Bai Mucheng crashed into the wall behind him, collapsing to the ground. He gritted his teeth and stood up, but his defensive stance was loose and uncoordinated.

"Ugh... Phew..."

Bai Mucheng was panting heavily when he saw Oliva walking towards him, only to see Oliva swing a heavy punch at him again.

That wasn't a series of hits.

It wasn't that Oliva showed mercy, but as Oliva landed a punch, the wall behind Shiraki collapsed again, and he was swallowed up by the high wall once more!

"..."

"Gudu..."

More and more residents of the city came to witness the contest.

Those who witnessed this scene gained a completely new understanding of Mr. Unchain, Biscat Oliva.

Mr. Unchain – Translation: A person who cannot be bound.

Many believe that the nickname refers to the fact that Obama's rights are above the law and that he can even subdue the United States and is unyielding.

To be able to achieve this level is already exceptionally powerful.

But today, the viewers who witnessed this battle understood another layer of meaning behind [Mr. Unchain]—

It's not an abstract concept of freedom, but rather the kind that's visible to the naked eye and understandable to everyone...

For Oliva, there is no room in this world that can lock him up!

Swish

Oliva forced Bai Mucheng to a specially made warehouse gate.

The massive right fist struck first, but Bai Mucheng crouched down to dodge it, causing the iron gate to dent backward and gaps to appear at all the joints around it.

Immediately following, a second left punch landed on Bai Mucheng's outstretched arms, sending him and the iron door behind him flying. Bai Mucheng fell backward to the ground with a crash.

"—!!"

As the audience watched in disbelief as even the iron door was smashed by Oliva, they became even more convinced that there was no room in the world that could imprison Oliva!

"..."

Bai Mucheng lay on his back, with the cold iron door behind him, which didn't feel very pleasant to the touch.

Why did I think of these things?

Ah, so she was beaten to the point of almost losing consciousness. Her defensive arms were in excruciating pain, she felt nauseous, and her mind started racing.

That's...too exaggerated...

Hearing Oliva's approaching footsteps, Shiramu Cheng couldn't help but laugh.

The difficulty of confronting Oliva is unimaginably exaggerated!

It's almost like a ten-year-old boy venturing alone into the Amazon rainforest...

Chapter 487 Dribbling and Smash

Splash...

Splash...!

Due to the indiscriminate bombing and fighting earlier, most of the inner walls of the high walls had collapsed, revealing the cross-sections of the inner rooms.

So, the audience outside was finally able to see clearly.

They saw it very clearly—

Shiramu Cheng was sent flying by Oliva's punch, lying on his back against the dented iron gate, laughing through his tears in pain, his arms trembling uncontrollably.

And what about Oliva?

He was waiting for Bai Mucheng to stand up.

Those deep eyes were surprisingly calm, not at all like someone who was fighting with someone.

The next moment—

The white wood was moved.

Once the audience saw Shiraki Sei's movements clearly, no one doubted his qualifications as a "fighter".

Only top-tier fighters, after suffering such a severe blow, would immediately launch a counterattack, facing certain death!

Swish!

With his right leg bent and the outside of his knee as the center, Bai Mucheng twisted his right hand to push off the ground, causing his whole body to rotate and kick out a low sweeping leg.

【Guyle Dragon Fang Combo】!

boom!

With a kick to Oliva's ankle, he used the force to bounce sideways, flipped his body, and then kicked out with his right leg by rotating his left knee.

"Stop!"

Bang--!!

He kicked out with both legs in quick succession.

However, it was obvious that Bai Mucheng's movements were somewhat unsteady, as the intense shock he had suffered from his body had not yet subsided, and he was unable to exert his full strength.

Naturally, Oliva seized the opportunity.

Swish!

Despite his enormous size, Oliva made an incredibly agile move, sticking out his right foot and crawling under Shiraki Sei, before suddenly lifting his leg and flipping him over.

call--

Whoa!

Bai Mucheng was sent flying by the kick, hovering horizontally in mid-air.

Then, Oliva stretched out his left hand and raised his right hand high, like an elegant Hall of Fame athlete gesturing to the audience.

It was as if it were gesturing—come and take a closer look!

What followed made viewers almost doubt their own senses.

Oliva slammed his right hand down, the motion resembling a powerful slap on a basketball, slamming the suspended white wooden support to the ground, completing the dunk.

Thump—!

The sound was even somewhat peculiar; it wasn't the sound of flesh hitting a concrete floor, but rather the ticklish sound of a heartbeat!

The audience was utterly astonished by what they had never seen before.

It was clearly visible that Oliva had forcefully "used" a white wooden support to smash a large crater into the cement floor, causing the ground to crack in pieces.

—?!

The extent of the marks was so extreme that even falling from a tall building would hardly produce the same effect; the impact was enough to kill!

Although Shiramu Cheng clearly protected the back of his head with his hands and tried to curl up his body in time, could he really have survived such an impact?

"..."

What about Oliva?

The audience turned to look and saw that Oliva was still standing in the same spot, with a calm and ordinary expression, full of mystery and confidence.

After breaking through Shiraki's defense with outrageous tactics like "towel tossing" and "basketball dribbling," Oliva didn't rush to pursue.

He was waiting for Bai Mucheng to recover before making his next move.