Super Fighting Tokyo.

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Swish!

Huashan threw a punch, which Shiraki dodged by lying on his back, and then jumped up to kick upwards.

[Jamie O's bent leg]!

"Stop!"

Kaoru Hanayama took the kick head-on, losing several teeth in the process, but his movements remained unchanged, and he eventually grabbed Shiraki Sho's right calf.

First the right hand, then the left hand followed, the two hands one in front of the other, grabbing the upper and lower ends of Bai Mucheng's calves.

"It's...it's coming!"

The bar owner clenched his fist in shock, "Grip Strike—Kaoru Hanayama's Grip Strike is about to be unleashed!"

boom!

A loud bang, like a blood-red firework bursting open.

All that could be seen was Shiraki Cheng's right calf, which was being held between Hanayama Kaoru's two hands. The skin on his calf instantly burst open, exposing the bloody muscle tissue!

The onlookers were so shocked they were speechless.

Pegasus Hope's pupils trembled as he relied on his superhuman eyesight to clearly see what had just happened.

It's a grip strike—

Kaoru Hanayama's grip strike!

He gripped Bai Mucheng's calves tightly, preventing the blood from flowing out and causing it to accumulate into high pressure, eventually bursting through the skin and causing damage from within!

Simply "grabbing" can cause fatal damage, even more effective than striking techniques.

That's a terrifying skill that only Kaoru Hanayama's grip strength could achieve—enough to tear an old tire apart!

……

……

After causing Shiramu Cheng's calf to explode, Hanayama Kaoru released his grip, his burly body staggering slightly.

Clearly, he was also seriously injured.

Bai Mucheng's attacks were all aimed at vital points, fiercely striking the philtrum, chin, and lower abdomen. In particular, the inverted double kick just now could have killed an ordinary person.

Coupled with his quarrel with Shiraki Cheng, he drank heavily and continuously. The effects of the alcohol took hold, and his vision began to blur.

Even so, Kaoru Hanayama continued to move, relying on his superhuman willpower to drive his muscles, and pounced forward like a hungry tiger!

Chapter Sixty: Proof of Imperfect Existence

Swish!

Kaoru Hanayama reached out and grabbed Shiraki Sei's arm.

A gasp erupted from the second floor: "He caught her again!"

But this time, because Kaoru Hanayama was in a half-kneeling position, Shiraki seized the opportunity, raised his right leg that had been crushed, and delivered a powerful mid-section kick to Kaoru Hanayama's face.

boom!

Kaoru Hanayama was thrown backward and fell to the ground, with the blood of the two people splattered all around.

"..."

Bai Mu stood on tiptoe, the muscles of his calf exposed, bleeding continuously, accumulating into a small, bright red puddle at his feet.

"It hurts..."

Shiramu Cheng's expression remained calm.

Or perhaps, his physical abilities were nearing their limit, to the point that he was even unable to move his facial muscles.

How is the right leg?

The five toes can still grip the ground, and the ankles can still twist, so it's good that the nerves in the legs are still connected!

But there was no time to feel fortunate.

Because in front of Shiraki Cheng, the giant named "Hanayama Kaoru" stood up again and resumed his fighting stance with his front door wide open!

"bring it on……"

Bai Mucheng uttered two words in a low voice, not even understanding their meaning.

Immediately, he and Kaoru Hanayama pulled their right arms back at the same time, making a punching motion and aiming at each other.

Upon seeing this, the people on the second floor gasped in surprise.

"They're going to fight each other head-on!"

"That guy named Bai Mu can't move anymore! He's asking for it!"

Is he giving up!?

"..."

Tianma Xiwang frowned, his hands unconsciously gripping the railing in front of him, his eyes fixed on the ground below.

If they were to fight head-on, Shiraki Sei would inevitably suffer a crushing defeat.

Is the outcome truly decided?!

no!

Even though it was visibly that Bai Mucheng was about to lose consciousness, he suddenly changed his movements, twisting his body and delivering a high sweeping kick.

【Longo Whirlwind Kick】!

boom!

Kaoru Hanayama was kicked in the neck, her head was shaking, and her body stiffened significantly.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shiraki Cheng threw a mid-section straight punch, followed by a low kick, and finally a back kick to the upper body, with the upper and lower strikes arranged in a straight line.

【Ryuo's Unbreakable Triple Strike】!

Bang bang bang!

Huashan coughed up blood from his mouth and nose, and once again fell backward.

This rapid and intense barrage not only repelled Hanayama Kaoru, but also stunned the spectators on the second floor, and even Shiraki Sei himself looked completely bewildered.

I--

Why did I start moving?

Even though he had no strength left, his muscles subconsciously exerted force, making his body move and execute each move.

and--

Why do we feel happy?

Multiple rib fractures, a fractured jawbone, severe internal oral cavity damage, skin rupture on the lower leg, and countless scratches and abrasions all over the body...

This level of suffering is so profound that even retreating from it would earn one's respect!

But why do I still want to keep fighting?

Why not just throw a punch casually and get knocked down by Kaoru Hanayama—that would be a great way to get cheers from the crowd?

"..."

Humans are creatures that cherish life and have an instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm; most people would not do anything that endangers life.

People like Shiraki Sei and Hanayama Kaoru—anyone could easily achieve "success" in the conventional sense.

Money, status, fame, power, praise...

You can have whatever you want!

Paying off debts, beating up thugs, consolidating resources, chasing girls, making a fortune, becoming a superior person—these kinds of things might not be difficult to do.

But upon closer examination, one will realize that it is not the real "life," but merely an "ornament" that can be placed on anyone.

What truly brings Shiraki Cheng joy is "doing something"—that passion, that action itself, is also proof of his unique existence!

Because it exists, it brings happiness.

Where does happiness come from?

It's the first word written, the first punch thrown at the sandbag, a piece of knowledge learned, the slightest improvement during training, and the movement of each and every move executed...

He may make mistakes, be clumsy, take detours, or not be a "perfect success," but the key is that "Shiraki Cheng did it."

The key point is that the process of doing all this became proof of his imperfect existence!

"Huashan!"

Bai Mucheng roared and, facing Huashan who had clenched his fist again, leaped up and delivered a knee strike.

Zangief's knee hammer!

boom!

Huashan Xun's nose gushed blood. He tilted his head back and pushed forward with his large hand, sending Bai Mu Cheng flying as well.

Swish-!

The two fell to the ground, but stood up again after a few breaths.

Splash...

Kaoru Hanayama casually grabbed two bottles of strong liquor, while Shiraki Seiji kicked up a small bucket of beer. The two of them then took several large gulps, neither willing to give in to the other.

This scene terrified everyone on the second floor.

Since the fight started, they've drunk an unknown amount of alcohol; it wouldn't be surprising if they were completely drunk.

Both the amount of alcohol consumed and the scale of the fights were unimaginably exaggerated!