Super Fighting Tokyo.

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!

In an instant, just as Mo Tanghou had assumed his karate stance, Shiramu Cheng rushed in front of him and slammed his fist down on Mo Tanghou's chin.

A powerful and heavy uppercut.

[Long o collarbone breakage]!

boom!!!

Suedang Hou's chin was hit, his brain trembled uncontrollably inside his skull, his eyes went blank, a wave of dizziness washed over him, and he fell backward to the ground.

Just as he was about to lose consciousness, he vaguely heard Bai Mucheng's reply, which sounded regretful yet sincere.

"I really can't defend against you, Brother Mo, so I have no choice but to hit you 'first'."

"If possible, please guide me..."

Please take one day off.

Gentlemen, why do you get such bad colds and fevers in the middle of summer?

I really can't write anymore. My whole body is trembling. I really can't write anymore. I'm going to the hospital for an IV drip. I'll update normally tomorrow.

My apologies, thank you for your support.

Stop chirping... I think it's viral, it's contagious...

Chapter Sixty-Nine Members

The chandelier in the arena had just been turned on, and even the lampshade wasn't fully warm yet.

The men in black were still cleaning up the broken pieces of cement slabs.

Nabe Miki was standing next to Hyodo Kazutaka, wanting to invite him to watch a spectacular Shinshin-kai karate performance so he could seize the opportunity to rise to prominence.

But just after the referee announced the start of the match, the next second—

Ode!

With a muffled thud from a punch, Mo Tanghou collapsed to the ground, unable to get up again.

"...Huh—? Ah???"

Even the experienced referees from the Kung Fu Association rarely encountered such a match and were momentarily stunned.

He stood there stunned for several seconds before raising his hand to signal.

"The outcome...the battle is over!"

"The victor—Shiraki Cheng!"

It wasn't until the referee announced the result that the people in the venue finally came to their senses.

The men in black from the Di'ai Group looked at each other, not even understanding what had happened, only feeling that something very serious had occurred.

Kaji Takaomi's eyes widened as he silently marveled at how "Shiraki Sho" seemed even more formidable than he had been in the abandoned building.

Shigeru Akagi and Koichi Yagami were also slightly surprised, but they quickly smiled and were not surprised by the result of the competition.

On the other side, the trio—led by the "revolutionary" Sada Kuni—maintained their serious and calm expression, letting out a cold snort without any emotion.

Meanwhile, the employer of Suedo Atsushi—the president of Niumin Restaurant, Nabe Mikio—was looking at the ring in disbelief, unable to stop the cold sweat from pouring down his forehead.

What...what on earth is going on?!

The third-degree black belt expert from the Divine Heart Society was completely powerless against that guy!

Now, he not only lost a large amount of off-betting money, but also his most important membership in the Kengan Association, which is a right worth far more than money itself!

What a blunder...

Nagami Miki's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to recover.

Upon seeing this, Hyoudou Kazutaka clapped his hands and burst into laughter.

"Click-click-click!"

This tyrannical chairman of the Di'ai Group especially enjoys appreciating things that are "real," such as the infighting among degenerate scum and the combat skills in the arena...

Of course, this also includes company presidents who overestimate their abilities and ultimately lose more than they gain due to their greed.

"What a show! Kengan Fighting... I'll have to see it again another time!"

"..."

Meanwhile, not far away, Akiyama Kaede couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, surprised by the result of the match.

Shiraki Shō – Although he was considered a strong contender by Chairman Nogi, his actual record was only one match against [Niō] Komada, in which he won by reversal.

Moreover, Shiramu Cheng was clearly injured recently and has not fully recovered; his bones may even be damaged.

It's reasonable to put up a fight against a second-rate, insignificant fighter.

But his opponent was a third-dan black belt from the Shinshinkai—at least on par with Komada of the Niou clan. Shiraki Shō's overwhelming victory was something Akiyama Kaede never expected.

Akiyama Kaede murmured in amazement, "So amazing..."

"Of course!"

Wu Fengshui chuckled and gently rubbed the corner of his eye, the bulging veins from his relaxed state just beginning to subside.

Thanks to her foresight, she activated "Liberation" before the competition started, greatly enhancing her eyesight, and thus saw everything clearly.

"After all, he comes from the Divine Heart Society. That guy named Mo Tanghou has some real skills, and his practical full-contact karate is not to be underestimated."

Wu Fengshui blinked his black-and-white eyes and analyzed, "The real key to victory or defeat is the 'speed' of entering combat mode."

"...Speed?" Akiyama Kaede asked, puzzled.

Wu Fengshui further explained, "Mo Tanghou is clearly a 'slow starter' fighter. He becomes calmer as the fight goes on, and the calmer he becomes, the more dangerous he becomes."

"Therefore, Shiraki chose to launch a quick attack, aiming to determine the winner before Suedo Atsushi could get into his rhythm!"

"..."

Akiyama Kaede listened attentively to Wu Fengshui's speech.

After all, she was the secretary to the president of a large company and often watched boxing matches, so she naturally knew about the "Wu Clan" in the underworld and recognized those highly recognizable eyes.

Akiyama Kaede was truly surprised that Shiraki Cheng had a friend from the "Wu Clan".

After Wu Fengshui finished explaining, Akagi Shigeru, who was standing next to him, nodded with a smile, "I see, thank you for the explanation."

On the other side, Nightwalker Gu Yi also bowed slightly and teased the girl, "Not bad eye. The Wu clan is truly fearsome."

"You still like to joke, Grandpa Nightwalker," Wu Fengshui waved his hand casually. "The gambler's notary—with your level of 'martial arts,' you can't possibly not see through something like this, can you?"

The old gentleman smiled slightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Akiyama Kaede keenly noticed two words—gambler.

...A gambler?!

Looking at the underworld, there are countless secret organizations, but only a very few can influence the business and political world.

The Kengan Association is one of them, while the Gambler's Club is of the same level, both having continued from the "Warring States" period to the present day.

While it may not be as large as the Kengan Association, it is rumored that the gambling lords have just as many talented individuals within their ranks, possessing top-tier martial arts skills and intelligence.

Shiraki Cheng actually has friends in the gambling syndicate?!

Once again, Akiyama Kaede had to admire her guild leader, Nogi Hideki's, eye for talent.

The mere 100 million yen entry fee is insignificant compared to the value of this "person"!

"..."

……

The people in the audience were chatting happily.

On the arena, Shiraki Sei, the fighter and owner of his own "Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall," received the "Kengan Association Membership Certificate" that originally belonged to Niumin Catering from the referee.

It was a specially made wooden plaque, about the size of two palms, with a large "fist" character written on it in ancient script.

"Congratulations, Mr. Shiraki, please accept this."

The referee shook hands with Shiraki and couldn't help but exclaim, "It's rare to see someone who is both the boss and a fighter for their own company in the history of the Kengan Association. I wish you great success in your martial arts career."

"..."

Shiraki thanked the referee and then turned to look at the other side of the ring.

Mo Tanghou is still in a coma.

He was, after all, a member of the martial arts group "Shenxin Society" and a guest, so it was impossible to leave him unattended.

So, under Tonegawa's arrangement, several men in black from the Teiai Group brought a doctor forward and were examining Suedo Atsushi's physical condition.

Seeing this, Bai Mucheng stepped forward, asked the doctor to move aside, then straddled Mo Tanghou and slapped his face twice.

Snapped!Snapped!

Mo Tanghou was abruptly woken up, sat up, and struggled to open his blurry eyes.

Bai Mucheng cheered from the side, "Not bad, a real man!"

"...Tsk!"

Upon hearing Shiraki's words, Suedo Atsushi then used his hand to hold his dislocated jaw and snapped it back into place with a "crack".

"Ah... um..."

He tested the sound, looking quite annoyed, but there was nothing he could do.

He could certainly continue fighting if he wanted to, but a loss is a loss. If he were to stubbornly cling to his opponent and act like a scoundrel, it would be a disgrace to the Shenxin Society, and Motang Hou's pride would never allow it.