Super Fighting Tokyo.

boom!

Kaoru Hanayama swung his giant fist, smashing it into Shiraki Sei's face, along with the shelf behind him, smashing it to pieces.

"Pfft!"

Bai Mucheng felt dizzy, his pupils trembled and became unfocused, and blood gushed from his eyes, nose and mouth, splattering everywhere.

He had countless cuts and lacerations from the debris, his skin was burning with pain, and his vision was completely bloodshot; all he could smell was the stench of his own blood.

But before he could even fall to the ground, Kaoru Hanayama's pursuit arrived, and he aimed another punch at Shiraki Sei's abdomen.

boom!

Liquid gushed from Shiramu Cheng's mouth and nose, making it impossible to distinguish whether it was blood or vomit.

"cough--!"

Shiraki lay sprawled on the wrecked shelf. Before he could even open his eyes, Hanayama Kaoru grabbed his head and slammed it against the shelf next to him, followed by a third punch.

boom!

This was like a firework exploding.

Iron frames, screws, blood, broken teeth, bodily fluids, glass, alcohol... all sorts of messy things erupted at once, and some people couldn't even look directly at them.

...Thump!

Bai Mucheng lay sprawled on the ground, his eyes wide open, his pupils unfocused and motionless.

Kaoru Hanayama finally stopped what he was doing, then grabbed a few intact bottles from the ground and, following the same method, opened them and drank heartily.

Several more large bottles of strong liquor were downed.

Kaoru Hanayama's face was slightly flushed from the alcohol. He exhaled a breath of hot air and turned to ask the person behind him, "It's on me, do you want a drink?"

Splash...

Shiramu lay on his back on the ground, his right hand groping haphazardly until he grabbed a bottle of beer and held it high above his head.

He squeezed the glass bottle tightly with his five fingers, letting the liquid spill onto his face to wash away the blood, and also took a big gulp.

"This is... the second cup..."

Shiraki Cheng rolled his eyes upwards, looking at the area directly in front of him—Hanayama Kaoru.

"Brother Huashan, let me treat you..."

Kaoru Hanayama understood, but Shiraki Cheng refused to admit defeat, so the fight continued.

Clap!

He threw away the bottle in his hand, veins bulging on his forehead, and stomped on Bai Mucheng with his leg!

Suddenly, Shiramu Cheng pushed off the ground with his shoulder, flipped his body over, and slid forward with one leg while performing a series of Thomas roundhouse kicks.

[Jamie O's explosive comeback!]

Chapter Fifty-Eight: This is a sure kill—

[Jamie O's explosive comeback!]

—A combination of drunken boxing and breakdancing steps, it is an extremely fast and powerful series of spinning kicks!

Bang bang bang!

Kaoru Hanayama's iron fist missed its mark, leaving his chest and abdomen wide open, where he was met with a barrage of kicks from Shiraki Shigeaki, taking more than a dozen blows in just a few seconds!

boom--!

With the final kick, Kaoru Hanayama staggered back two or three steps.

Shiramu Cheng jumped up, supporting himself with one hand, and regained his standing posture, but his steps were unsteady, as if he had just been spun around and felt dizzy.

"……Well!"

Bai Mucheng suddenly pouted, his cheeks puffed out, and he tilted his head back, spitting out a mouthful of murky liquid with a "pfft".

There was blood, beer, and bits of teeth and broken glass inside.

The messy raindrops fell like raindrops, washing over Bai Mucheng's entire body, as if he had taken a cold shower, making him feel instantly refreshed.

"Pfft—! That feels so good!"

Shiraki Cheng, with his eyelids drooping like a drunkard, looked at Hanayama Kaoru and, noticing that the other woman also had a flushed face, couldn't help but slap his thigh and burst into laughter.

"Brother Huashan, I already told you the liquor is too strong and doesn't taste good..."

"..."

Kaoru Hanayama grinned, wisps of warm breath flowing from his mouth. Even though his mouth and nose were bleeding, he still felt an indescribable sense of comfort.

Just when all the onlookers thought that Kaoru Hanayama was about to throw another punch, the next second—

boom!

Kaoru Hanayama suddenly leaped into the air, using all his weight to deliver a flying spinning kick forward!

Bai Mucheng was struck hard on the side of the face by a shoe heel, and was thrown to the ground. The blood that spurted out spread out like a wreath, and the scene was so gruesome that it was terrifying!

……

……

"Is that guy a monster?!"

Tenma bit his lip, "They say it's unarmed, but the weight difference between Hanayama Kaoru and Shiraki is nearly 150 pounds, which is absolutely out of the ordinary even in the underworld!"

Even if Shiraki is faster and more skilled than him, the essence of a "fight" is ultimately about hurting each other, and the final winner is determined by "stamina"!

"A difference of 150 pounds is like wearing a full suit of armor, how are we supposed to fight like that?!"

"..."

Upon hearing Tenma's words, Kizaki suddenly chuckled.

"If it were four years ago, I probably would have already gone downstairs to celebrate my eldest son's victory, right now?"

"But I dare not now."

"Is it... a lack of confidence in my eldest son?"

Kizaki abruptly changed the subject, his voice low and menacing, “That’s not right! Even though the boss suffered his first defeat four years ago, and lost to Katsumi Guji of the Shinshinkai that night, he is still Kaoru Hanayama!”

"He is the world's number one fighter, and that will never change!"

"But, Miss Pegasus, the boss's two defeats proved to me that in this world, a duel is never truly decided until the very last moment!"

"..."

Hearing Kizaki's words, Tenma's eyes trembled.

On one hand, they were shocked by Kizaki's resolve, and on the other hand, they were surprised by what he had just said.

Is there really anyone in this world who can defeat that Hanayama Kaoru?!

Boom!Boom!thump...

Downstairs, Kaoru Hanayama overturned Shiraki Shige to the ground and brutally stomped on him repeatedly, making everyone who watched shudder with fear.

Iori Kazuka's eye twitched as she asked her friends, "Hey! Will anyone get killed? Should I call the Metropolitan Police Department?"

Tenma hoped that Kizaki's words would help him adjust his mindset. He squinted and looked closely again, then suddenly said in a deep voice, "Wait, Shiraki is still on defense!"

……

……

Whoa!

With another spinning kick, Shiraki Cheng kicked Kaname Hanayama and stood up again.

He grabbed a bottle of beer from the ground, opened it, and drank it down in one gulp. Then he smashed the bottle heavily on the ground and exhaled a puff of hot air.

"This is the third cup..."

"Huashan!"

The excruciating pain coursed through his entire body, and Bai Mucheng could even feel his heart pounding.

What he was pursuing—that strong sense of individuality—was clearly visible at this moment, making him laugh out loud involuntarily.

That's how fighting is; as long as you want to fight, you can keep fighting!

Come on!

Bai Mucheng roared loudly.

Hua Shan readily accepted the challenge, twisting his right wrist, and with a "whoosh," he took a step forward, shouted, and threw a punch.

"?!"

Bai Mucheng's attention was heightened to the limit, blood spurted from the corner of his eye, and his piercing gaze drew a zigzag line in mid-air.

Swish!

Shiramu Cheng suddenly unleashed a low kick, then turned and crouched down, taking a step back. Relying on his extremely precise sense of distance, he dodged Hanayama Kaoru's heavy punch, disrupting his rhythm.

【Jamie o Random Drunken Spin】!

Kaoru Hanayama's punch missed its mark, causing him to freeze briefly.

Shiraki suddenly slid forward in a kneeling position, threw a right uppercut at Hanayama Kaoru's abdomen, and then swept his left leg across the ground, tripping Hanayama Kaoru.

"He's down! Great opportunity!"

An exclamation came from the second floor in the distance. It was unclear who had spoken, but what they said was absolutely correct.

However, to everyone's surprise, Shiraki Cheng did not pursue. He simply stood in front of Hanayama Kaoru, picked up a bottle of beer, and got back into position.

It seems they are waiting for Kaoru Hanayama to come to her senses, intending to have a fair and square confrontation at close range!

"..."