Super Fighting Tokyo.

Bai Mucheng flipped and spun around so fast that his figure became blurry. He had spun countless times before finally crashing headfirst into the wall to his left.

Boom!

The thick wall was dented by more than ten centimeters.

Bai Mucheng landed with a "plop," and then, in [Engine] mode, driven solely by his fighting spirit, he suddenly straightened up and jumped.

"...!!"

His expression froze, and he was covered in sweat, clearly in excruciating pain.

A bright red handprint was clearly visible on his left shoulder, the skin of which was bleeding, and half of his body felt numb as if he had been slapped by Oliva.

"This is way better than Pac-Man..."

Shiraki Shigeaki gritted his teeth in pain and turned to look at Oliva.

At this moment, Oliva had already stood up again, wiped the messy bloodstains off his face, and glared angrily at Shiramu Cheng.

"You brat..."

Oliver frowned. "You hit me so many times, you've had your fill, haven't you?"

"Great, fantastic!"

Bai Mucheng tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of blood. He leaned against the wall, trying to straighten his body as much as possible, but his steps were still trembling.

Even so, as the intense fighting spirit surrounded him, the surrounding space gradually blurred.

Tell me, what is power?

His fervor over this issue fueled Shiraki's fighting spirit to its fullest extent.

"There's no need to answer with bizarre tricks, nor is it necessary to take a stand as some kind of 'King of Prisons' or 'Most Free'..."

"Just tell me the answer using the very existence of 'Biscayne Oliva'!"

"Let me face the powerful! Let me face the difficulties!"

"Let me see clearly..."

Bai Mucheng turned to the side, pressed his left hand forward and down, and placed his right fist against his chest to protect his ribs, and then re-established his stance.

"Olive, when your 'muscles' clash with my 'fighting'—am I even worthy of experiencing your power!?"

Let's find out the answer!

"..."

Bai Mucheng's voice wasn't loud, but it was very noticeable, and even audiences far away could hear it clearly.

And the audience is wondering—at this moment, what exactly is Biscat Oliva feeling?

That must be really weird.

After all, regardless of age, experience, social status, identity, assets, etc., Oliva and Shiraki Sei are worlds apart.

It's not about "gap," but rather "difference."

In modern society, for ordinary people, the two might never cross paths in their lives!

But the situation is different in the realm of "combat"—

Once a fight starts, things become straightforward.

Whether you're "America's strongest fighter," a street fighter, a 146-year-old, a renowned karate master, a guru, an 18-year-old kid, a biker gang member, or even the President of the United States...

And so on, the things to be done are all exactly the same!

The point is to showcase their respective "strengths," and then use that to compare themselves in every possible way, racking their brains to outdo each other!

"..."

Oliva opened his mouth and laughed, his mouth full of blood that Shiraki had punched out of him.

"You brat, who do you think you're talking to?"

"Even if the President of the United States wanted my autograph, he would have to bring some good wine and discuss it carefully when I was in a good mood..."

As he spoke, Oliva clenched his fists, his muscles tensing up again with the movement, and thick veins bulging under his skin.

"You want to witness my power?"

“In the United States, no one dares to say that to me anymore, because they all know that that is not the kind of power that should be used against ‘people’.”

"...This is outrageous."

Oliva spat out a mouthful of blood, then slowly stepped forward toward Bai Mucheng.

—?!

This scene was witnessed by spectators in the distance, who were all stunned and so engrossed in watching that they even forgot to breathe.

The term "muscle mass" simply cannot describe Oliva; it's as if "strength" itself is right before our eyes!

However, as such a terrifyingly powerful force approached step by step, Bai Mucheng's mind and actions remained consistent—

face.

If one could only choose one way to live in this life, then Bai Mucheng would choose to "face" everything!

boom!

Shiramu stomped and pushed off the ground, his legs exploding forward with incredible speed, twisting his body as he instantly closed in on Oliva.

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!

Ode!

Oliva focused his gaze, aimed at Shiraki, and unleashed a powerful punch capable of instantly killing a giant bear.

At the same instant, Bai Mucheng stomped his front foot down with a "thud," rooting his legs to the ground, pulling his right fist back and placing it at his waist, while extending his left wrist forward.

[Aura Parry]!

Swish!

Shiraki Cheng's left wrist met Oliva's heavy punch, but shifted slightly to the left, sliding forward close to Oliva's skin.

Just as the fist was about to pass through the tip, Shiraki Cheng's left wrist drew a semi-circular trajectory, pressing down on Oliva's fist in a "rotational" manner.

[Aura Parry - Precision Defense]!

Boom!

In an instant, Oliva's fist was deflected and slammed straight into the ground, creating a large crater with a loud "boom".

His actions exposed a huge flaw, and Shiramu Cheng would not let such a good opportunity pass him by.

Without the slightest hesitation, Shiramu Cheng decisively turned around and jumped, aiming at Oliva's face, and kicked him hard with his heel, using one of the most powerful kicking techniques.

The ultimate technique—

【DJO Extreme Spinning Kick】!

boom!

Oliva was struck squarely in the face, causing him to stagger backward several steps, spitting blood from his mouth and nose.

The broad, muscular back slammed against the wall with a dull thud, creating several spiderweb-like cracks that embedded a small portion of the wall.

……

……

On the audience's side, Takeshi Wakatsuki saw it clearly and couldn't help but exclaim, "A counter-attack technique? That was amazing..."

A younger brother standing nearby, puzzled, humbly asked a question.

Wang Ma stretched out his hands, gesturing as he explained:

"Olive's punches are incredibly powerful, so heavy that they are impossible to resist, but this is only true in a straight line; it is not the same in a lateral direction."

"It's like a rifle bullet; sometimes a 'leaf' can affect it, causing it to deviate significantly from its trajectory."

"That's because the forward force is so great that it weakens the 'lateral' force."

"There is a move in the Erhu Style called the [Manipulation Style O-Flow Blade], which works on a similar principle. It can change the trajectory of a bullet by using the hard bones in the fist."

"..."

Hearing this, Himuro Ryo recalled Shiraki's actions and couldn't help but break out in a few sweats.

"But the question is, when faced with a punch that is a hundred times more powerful than a bullet—comparable to a large missile—can you really seize the opportunity to 'partition laterally'?"

"Timing, strength, skill, courage..."

"Even with all of this, it's still far from enough!"

……

……

As everyone was talking, Oliva made another move.

He used his back to break free from the wall behind him, causing another brick wall to collapse.

Blood kept flowing from his nose, but Oliva didn't care. He strode forward and threw a heavy right punch.

Swish!

Shiramu Cheng's expression was also extremely excited.

His left arm had already started to tremble after blocking an Oliva punch earlier, but he didn't give an inch and assumed a blocking stance again.

[Aura Parry]!

Snapped!

Oliva's right punch was blocked again and sent flying upwards.

But this time, Oliva didn't stop moving. He pushed off the ground and turned around in a big circle, clenching his left fist and throwing a backhand punch.

Swish-!

Shiraki gritted his teeth and stared intently, using his already stinging left arm to block again, forcefully deflecting Oliva's left backhand punch.

[Aura Parry - Precision Defense]!