Super Fighting Tokyo.

Wu Lei'an bared his teeth and glared, but to prevent further blood loss, he did not immediately pull out the blade.

"..."

While Shiraki and Jack were thinking, the head of the unit, who had been lying on the ground, struggled to his feet while panting heavily.

Is this footwork...?

more than.

This is what is known as "military strategy"!

"So I'm very lucky."

Despite breaking out in a cold sweat from the pain, the commander remained calm and continued speaking without finishing his previous words.

"If the three of you hadn't attacked at the same time, I'm afraid I would have had to take a solid hit before I could take the opportunity to injure you."

"You guys are really something, you can actually keep up with each other's movements..."

The headquarters staff smiled leisurely and recounted:

"Jack Vanma, 2.43 meters tall and weighing 201 kg, is a physical monster who can freely wield this huge body."

"Wu Lei'an, a prodigy of the Wu clan, possesses the rare ability to achieve 100% liberation, combined with the Wu clan's technology."

"Shiraki Cheng is like a product of modern fighting spirit, having mastered a large number of fighting techniques. He is undoubtedly a collection of madness."

"If they were ordinary 'martial artists,' they wouldn't be able to harm you in the slightest, let alone with their fists and feet, even with knives and spears, right?"

The head of the unit gave a wry smile, "But I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse, because I happen to be no ordinary martial artist."

Before the words were even finished, in the next instant—

Swish!

Jack stepped forward first, pushing off with the ball of his right foot, leaning forward in a lunge position with his right leg, and raising his left leg high into the air, aiming at headquarters ahead.

The kick kicked up a cloud of dust.

Immediately, a heavy battle axe kick came down with devastating force, smashing into the commander's head.

Wow!

However, the heavy foot finally stopped directly above the head of the headquarters, unable to fall any further.

Tick, tick, tick...

Drops of blood fell, flowing down from the top of the building, staining his entire face crimson.

Upon closer inspection, the commander pulled out a short "Kaito" sword without a guard.

He held the knife in his right hand, braced his left forearm against the back of the blade, and held the entire "Armored" short knife up, blade facing upwards, towards Jack's ankle.

puff!

Jack's falling left ankle slammed into the short knife, causing the sharp blade to cut into his body several centimeters deep!

Fresh blood splattered and dripped.

Headquarters has succeeded!

However, he felt no pride whatsoever, but instead secretly admired him from the bottom of his heart.

As expected of Jack, his bone density is terrifying. I thought he could just cut me off...

Whoosh!

The commander swung his short sword fiercely, drawing a trail of blood, and in the process, shook off Jack's leg while taking a half-step back to shift his position.

Because the next person has arrived!

Ode!

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!

Shiraki Cheng rushed forward, closing in from the left side of the headquarters. While guarding against the headquarters' sword swing, he also pushed off the ground, straightened his waist, and threw a left straight punch.

[Battle Aura Bursts Out with Shock!]

boom!

A powerful, heavy punch aimed straight at the chest.

Just then, the headquarters suddenly flicked its sleeves, raising the sand that had been hidden beforehand.

However, his target was not Bai Mucheng who made the move, but Wu Lei'an who was waiting for an opportunity on the other side!

Wow!

Wu Lei'an's vision was obscured by the sudden sandstorm.

The commander reached out and lifted Wu Lei'an's right arm, using his own shoulder as a fulcrum to swing and throw it forward with great force.

It's the classic "back throw" in Jiu-Jitsu!

Swish!

Wu Lei'an was thrown out and slammed hard into Bai Mucheng, causing the two of them to fall to the ground together.

Blood splattered in mid-air.

Maintaining their throwing stance, the crew watched as their eyes darted around, only to be met with a gaping maw, its upper and lower rows of white teeth flashing as it lunged at them.

Click!

The gaping maw, pulled by the muscles of the face, snapped shut and bit into the left shoulder of the headquarters.

It's Jack.

Jack bit someone!

Chapter 671 A small mistake can lead to a huge difference

The park in the early morning.

As soon as it got light, a few passersby were already coming here for their morning exercise.

As the group passed the fountain, they were shocked to see a horrifying scene, which made them scream in disbelief.

There are four people fighting!

However, this was not a simple street brawl, as several people had already bled, and the four men looked quite exaggerated.

The most outrageous one had to be the short-haired blond man in the floral shirt.

Its physique is incredibly exaggerated, tall and large, looking as tall as a single-story building, making people wonder if it is even real.

"What? Filming a movie?!"

"Is he a foreigner? How tall is he exactly?!"

"Was that person wearing a mascot costume?"

"..."

Amid gasps of surprise, the middle-aged man first used a "back throw" to knock down the other two, and was then "hug" by the blond man.

Embrace?

Why are they suddenly being so affectionate? Have they made up?

Passersby in the distance craned their necks and witnessed an incredibly horrifying scene.

That wasn't a hug!

The tall, blond man grabbed the middle-aged man's left arm, then opened his blood-red mouth and bit down hard on the middle-aged man's left shoulder!

"He bit down hard!"

"what?!"

"It's true!!"

"..."

crunch...

Jack strained his neck and jaw muscles simultaneously, taut until they gleamed with a metallic sheen, and even a few veins bulged on his forehead.

That one set of teeth can crush coconuts, tear apart wooden boards, and bite through human bodies!

That one set of teeth was enough to bite the skin of a "primitive man"!

"..."

But when that tooth bit down hard on his left shoulder, a sense of relief appeared on the old man's blood-stained face.

Ah, this is the feeling, isn't it...?

The ancient martial arts I have practiced for decades, the realm I should have existed in, should be just like this now!

Time and place don't matter, any means are acceptable, and even the number of people doesn't matter.

Just like a "battlefield".

Up and down, left and right, front and back—not even a moment's slackness is allowed.

Cavalry charging into battle, fierce and unrestrained generals, and even wandering samurai...

We have absolutely no idea when or what kind of attack will come!

"so……"

"This is the only way I can play."

With his shoulder being bitten, Honbu Izo let Jack continue to exert force, but his eyes drifted to a distance and looked at Wu Lei'an.

Wu Lei'an was stabbed in the thigh, and because there was no sharp weapon, the wound went straight to the artery, and it was still bleeding.

He was unwilling, but he could only turn off the [Liberation] state.

"Hmph, that's more like it."