Super Fighting Tokyo.

Arisa sighed, "Of course—I was worried to death."

Mie Tang asked in confusion, "But you didn't react at all to what I said?"

"My brother once told me that if you can't change the situation, don't let other people's emotions lead you by the nose."

Yusa replied seriously, "Besides, Fengshui-jie and Garuda both know the old man, and the old man even spoke up for my brother, so why should I be afraid?"

"..."

These words left the two guards stunned.

At first glance, it seems like there's no problem, but when facing "Katahara Metsudo," how many people can think about the problem with an absolutely calm mind?

Upon hearing this, Mie Tang clapped his hands repeatedly, "Hehehe, what an interesting way to put it! I'm really looking forward to your elder brother's performance!"

Having said that, he turned his gaze to Wu Fengshui and murmured softly, "I do indeed quite enjoy those pure competitions without any inside stories..."

Upon hearing this, Wu Fengshui immediately understood.

The reason why Master Miedang secretly came to this small casino was probably because he sensed that there was some kind of "insider information" related to the Kengan Association!

As for why he came in person, perhaps he had another purpose, or perhaps he was just bored. After all, this old man's thinking was unpredictable, and sometimes even the patriarch of the Wu clan couldn't figure him out.

"...Ah, I see."

Wu Fengshui suddenly remembered something, took out the piece of paper he had previously intended to sell to Bai Mucheng, and tried to sell it to Mie Tang: "Do you need the information I've gathered? It might fill in any gaps in our knowledge, and the price is discounted!"

Mie Tang knew perfectly well that Wu Fengshui was joking. He could just say what he wanted if he wanted information, but it was also a pleasure to play along with the young man for a while.

"Little Feng Shui master, I'm short on pocket money lately, how about a discount?" Mie Tang began to bargain. "How about I treat you to drinks?"

……

……

With the arrival of Komada from Nioh, the atmosphere in the underground casino became even more heated.

At the moment when this heat reaches its peak—

Swish!

Everything seemed to return to calm; the noise ceased, and even the lights dimmed.

With a "click," the spotlight was turned on, illuminating the arena in the center of the casino. It was surrounded by an octagonal structure made of waist-high wooden planks, with a smooth, repaired dirt floor inside.

Since it was an underground boxing match, there was no entrance ceremony, and the two participants didn't even change their clothes. There was only one amateur referee maintaining order in the arena.

Shiraki Shō, yes, [Niō] Komada.

The two stood on opposite sides of the field and began their warm-up exercises.

All eyes in the underground casino were drawn to this spot, and after a brief period of silent observation, they resumed their discussions and chatter.

"Hey, is that Komada from the Nogi Group? He's huge!"

"How can that pretty boy on the other side even get on the field?"

"Quickly increase your bet, bet on Komada to win! Tonight's bet is a sure thing!"

"[Niou], go and smash the opponent to pieces!"

"..."

It is clear that Nioh, as a rising star of Kengan with three consecutive victories, is much more popular than Shiraki Jo.

Outside the venue, You Sha, Wu Fengshui, and others stood on Bai Mucheng's side, occasionally letting out a few shouts, providing sporadic support.

"Ready? Both sides step forward, face to face!!"

The referee made a signal from the field.

As Shiraki and Komada stood still, the referee raised his right hand, took a deep breath, and then brought it down sharply.

"preparation--"

"start!"

Ode!

As soon as he finished speaking, Shiramu Cheng's core muscles suddenly engaged, and he lunged forward, his speed almost distorting the air.

[Battle Aura Unleashed!]

In an instant, he rushed forward two steps, stood in front of Komada, and delivered a right straight punch to Komada's face.

boom!

Komada stumbled and took a half-step back—but it was only half a step.

An unbelievable chill ran through Bai Mucheng's body, forcing him to retreat hastily and jump to create a safe distance.

Looking up, I saw that Komada had clenched his fist and was about to bring it down.

"...It was fast, but that's all."

Komada's pronunciation was a bit strange. It turned out that his nose had been broken by the punch earlier, and his nose was crooked to one side, dripping bright red blood.

He loosened his fist, then pinched his nose and twisted it back into place with force!

This scene left many thugs wide-eyed, realizing they could never do it.

The ruthlessness of professional fighters is far beyond what low-level thugs who merely bluff can match!

The next moment—

Swish!

Komada stepped forward and threw two left hooks, but they were just feints, in order to force Shiraki to move.

The real counter-attack is a powerful right straight punch.

boom!

Despite being a large man, his combination punches were incredibly fast.

In the blink of an eye, the fist whistled as it smashed towards Bai Mucheng's face.

Shiraki was about to dodge to the side when it felt as if an electric current had struck his mind. Komada in front of him began to distort and blur, and a phantom image of Takashi appeared in the same spot.

However, at this moment, Shiraki Cheng's consciousness did not go berserk, leaving him less than half a second to react, and he was forced to face the straight punches of Takashi and Komada at the same time.

In terms of skill and technique, Ryu is far superior to Komada, but Komada's punches are powerful enough to end a Kengan match!

With no way to avoid it, Shiraki could only twist his neck to try and deflect the impact of Komada's fist.

boom!

Bai Mucheng was knocked back several steps by the blow before he could regain his balance, his head bowed and trembling.

"spit……"

He licked his teeth with his tongue, then turned his head and spat out bloody foam, his voice hoarse.

"Does that mean you can't win if you can't dodge?!"

He looked up and opened his eyes, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the front—there was both the phantom of Takashi and the approaching Komada!

"Something feels off, something's missing..."

Shiraki Sei always felt that his movements were a bit awkward—not just due to a lack of practice, but also because of some more serious "deeper error"!

The dizziness in his head, the doubts in his heart, and the excruciating pain from being hit by a straight punch all mixed together, causing Bai Mucheng to erupt with a strong agitation.

Come on!

He growled like a wild beast, biting his lip to draw blood, glaring ahead, "Come again, let me know where I went wrong!"

Chapter Eight: A Layman's Reminder

In just one round of attack and defense, blood was drawn on the stage.

It wasn't cut with a knife or glass, but was genuinely caused by a pure beating with wrist strength, making it all the more violent and bloody!

"Hey..."

Komada grunted forcefully, managing to clear his nose.

He certainly hadn't expected Bai Mucheng's advance to be so fast, but as a professional fighter, he quickly adjusted his rhythm and gained the offensive advantage.

Just as they were about to give chase, they suddenly heard Bai Mucheng shouting some inexplicable words, as if in a provocation.

"...Let me know where I went wrong?"

The excruciating pain from his broken nasal bone reached his brain, making Komada's expression even more ferocious; he was now truly enraged.

"I was curious before, if you were really forced to play this match, why didn't you secretly beg me to go easy on you? Now I think the answer is probably quite simple."

Komada grabbed his collar with his large hand and ripped the fabric apart.

"You're a... madman!"

Hiss!

His shirt was torn open, revealing Komada's bare upper body, with large, well-defined muscles that accentuated his physical prowess!

The spectators at the casino couldn't help but think this—

Its posture is like that of a benevolent king!

In fact, Komada does have a Niou tattooed on his back, which blends seamlessly with his monstrous body, as if a god truly resides within it.

"Where did you go wrong?"

Komada pretended to answer, then suddenly threw out the tattered clothes in his hand to block Shiraki's view. At the same time, he flashed forward and threw a left hook.

Bai Mucheng didn't have time to dodge properly, so he could only brace his arms under his chin and take the heavy punches head-on.

boom!

He took a few steps back again, and his forearm was visibly red and swollen.

"You made a mistake by underestimating the difference in 'magnitude'."