Super Fighting Tokyo.

So there really are people like that.

So that kind of battle really exists!

It's filled with purity and emotion, pride and sublimity coexisting, a battle so inviolable—it makes you want to kneel before it!

……

"..."

Ouma, Wakatsuki Samurai, Himuro Ryo——

At this very moment, these three were also staring intently at the battlefield.

Their fists were clenched, or their arms were crossed over their chests, unconsciously creating wrinkles on the inside of their upper arms, and a few drops of sweat trickled down their foreheads.

The three people's thoughts and ideas tend to be consistent.

"It's coming...?"

"Ah."

"The end of the long duel has come!"

……

……

Boom!

Shiraki Sei's face was hit by Oliva's fist.

Faced with a powerful punch that could smash a person's brain, Shiramu Cheng jumped back after pushing off the ground and rolled over to dodge, but was still grazed on the nose.

[Blanca O Backflip Spin Collision]!

Boom~!

Blood spurted from his nose, arcing through the air as Bai Mucheng flipped backward.

Immediately, before the "blood line" even hit the ground, Bai Mucheng jumped up again, smashing the bloodstain in a forward somersault.

Bang!

Oliva's face was slammed into by Shiraki's fists again.

The sound it made at that time was like stepping in puddles on a rainy day, splashing out bright red raindrops that scattered in a very dynamic trajectory!

"~~~~!!"

Oliva immediately frowned, feeling that even breathing was difficult.

Looking at his entire body, apart from his head and face, there was no other injury that could be considered serious.

But what Shiraki did was precisely target his face, launching a continuous and rapid barrage of attacks that made Oliva's heart pound.

"Uh……"

Oliva grunted and threw a heavy punch from above.

Shiramu immediately jumped back to dodge, only to see Oliva follow up with a front kick, coming straight at him.

Swish!

With a muffled thud, Bai Mucheng was kicked backward, his back slamming heavily against a wall in the distance.

—Boom!

The wall was smashed, leaving spiderweb-like cracks, and pieces of the wall fell off after cracking.

Shiraki used his back to break free from the wall, and was about to launch another fierce attack when he saw Oliva striding towards him.

"—!?"

The audience was surprised to find that Oliva was no longer standing there with an air of superiority, but had taken the initiative to chase after them!

Himuro Ryo said in a deep voice, "Oliba wants to win outright!?"

"No, it's not that simple."

Wang Ma opened his eyes wide and corrected, "It was Oliva who realized that if Shiraki Cheng continued to beat him like this, he would really be defeated!"

"..."

Swish!

Before Shiraki could even push off the ground, Oliva had already unleashed a powerful punch.

Bai Mucheng raised his arms, and with a muffled "bang," Oliva's heavy fist slammed into Bai Mucheng's forearm.

Bai Mucheng took a few steps back and retreated back into the large hole he had previously smashed in the wall.

Boom!

Oliva stomped down with his big foot, stepping in front of Shiramoto, his massive body looming over him, casting a huge shadow, like a tsunami of muscles sweeping across the sky!

"—?!"

Seeing that things were not going well, Bai Mucheng decisively used his left arm to "lose his strength," throwing the weightless, swaying soul away and grabbing Oliva's right wrist.

Being cornered means certain death; you must break the deadlock with a throw!

Before Shiramu Cheng could exert any force, he saw Oliva continue his movements, swinging his right arm and smashing his fist, along with Shiramu Cheng, against the wall.

Boom—!

Bai Mucheng's back slammed heavily against the wall, shattering the thick wall.

He suddenly felt a sweet taste in his throat and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

However, because of this, Shiramu Cheng no longer had a wall blocking his way, which was equivalent to him escaping from the corner. So he took a step back to gather his strength.

[Sagat's high kick]!

boom!

Oliva was struck on the left cheek by a swift Muay Thai high kick.

But with the support of those powerful neck muscles, Oliva's head didn't move an inch!

His left eye was tightly closed, his left cheek was taut, but his right eye was wide open, staring intently at Bai Mucheng, and he stepped forward again.

The two went deeper into the empty room.

Swish!

Oliva delivered another heavy punch, slamming it into Shiramu's outstretched arms.

Bai Mucheng flipped several times, his figure rolling and spinning backwards with a "whoosh," followed by a "thud" as he stepped onto the wall behind him.

Whoosh!

Shiraki quickly adjusted his stance, intending to deliver a flying knee strike, but seeing Oliva chasing after him again, he had no choice but to change his move and swing his fists left and right.

[Luke's Double Impact]!

Boom!

Shiramu Cheng was once again cornered by Oliva, but he still managed to slap Oliva twice more in the face.

"call……"

Wisps of hot air flowed from his mouth, turning into white smoke tinged with the smell of blood, which flowed out along with the blood from his mouth and nose and fell to the ground.

At this moment, Bai Mucheng felt excruciating pain all over his body, as if he would collapse at any moment.

But in Shiraki Cheng's opinion, this feeling was not wrong!

To defeat this 190kg muscle monster in front of him—to defeat Oliva, this is the only way he can fight.

...We must exploit Oliva's weaknesses!

But Oliva's weakness does not lie in "technique" nor in "intellect".

That stuff doesn't work on Oliva.

To "strike at Oliva's weaknesses," one must strike squarely and head-on, leaving no room for surprises.

We can only do it step by step...

Step by step, exploit Oliva's weaknesses!

Even when he was constantly suppressed, even when his face was beaten until it was flying, even when he was swung around by that monstrous strength and smashed through the wall behind him again and again...

But if you want to hit Oliva's weak point, you have to keep fighting!

Bang bang bang!

Three consecutive heavy punches, interspersed with a wave palm strike, landed on Oliva's face.

"Ugh...!!!"

Oliva's head snapped back, and a large amount of blood gushed from his mouth and nose.

He even had hallucinations, as if for a few moments his entire face caved in, as if he had been crushed by Bai Mucheng's heavy punches.

After suffering a severe blow, Oliva experienced serious physical and mental discomfort.

"...?"

Oliva continued to push forward with large strides.

Strangely, even though he was in control and had the upper hand, he still felt uncomfortable, as if he was the one who was at a disadvantage!

What on earth is going on...?

Boom!

Oliva took another blow to the face, and could only grit his teeth and growl as he continued to swing his fists.

His unparalleled muscles forced Bai Mucheng to retreat repeatedly.

The two exchanged blows in their contrasting styles, producing a series of chilling thuds that sent shivers down one's spine even just hearing them.

Rumble...

Shiraki was forced back by Oliva, and crashed into two or three walls in succession, causing blood to spurt from his mouth and nose, making him look extremely miserable.

But Oliva felt it wasn't enough.