Super Fighting Tokyo.

Shiraki Cheng grinned, "Not bad, fantastic!"

He suddenly raised his left arm, clenched his fist and pulled hard on the iron chain that held the copper parts together with the main body of the chain he was holding on the other end, creating a struggle between them.

click!

The chains tightened instantly.

The headquarters pulled hard on the chains, trying to affect Bai Mucheng's movements, but Bai Mucheng suddenly changed his fist into a palm and then pushed off the ground with his right foot.

As Bai Mucheng spun around, he extended his arms, exerting all his muscle power, and swung his palms horizontally, creating a crimson whirlwind.

Zangief's Double Spinning Palm!

Crack!

This sudden rotation snapped the copper chain that held the lock in place, and one end of the two chains clattered to the ground, shattering completely.

Shiramu Cheng then swung his left arm violently, throwing away the broken copper lock.

His eyes were filled with fanaticism as he stared intently at Honbu Izo, his gaze flashing with a sharp light and a surge of killing intent as he watched his opponent's every move.

"..."

The commander, however, looked at the iron chain in his hand with an expression that suggested he had expected this.

"That's true. In a one-on-one situation, a weapon that has already been used once is unlikely to be effective against a top fighter."

"Although we had already taken down two people, we failed to successfully launch a surprise attack on the last one."

"You could even say that from the very beginning, you came here with the mindset of practicing and experiencing my playing style."

"Because you are 'preparing' to deal with Miyamoto Musashi."

"So, I'm really lucky to have piqued your interest."

The department head sighed deeply, "The most difficult phase has arrived..."

"..."

The officers' gazes were fixed intently on Shiramu Cheng.

The next moment—

chapped.

As Bai Mucheng took another step forward, the commander suddenly reached into his pocket again, and this time he actually pulled out two cross-shaped darts and threw them at Bai Mucheng.

Whoosh!

The cross-shaped dart flew out, heading straight for Bai Mucheng's chest.

However, this time, in a one-on-one situation, and with Shiraki having practiced once, the headquarters' throwing attacks were completely ineffective.

Shiraki Sei raised his left hand and slashed diagonally from the upper right to the lower left with great force, executing a reverse horizontal hand chop technique from wrestling.

Zangief's Whirlwind Palm!

clap clap!

The two spinning darts were knocked down by Shiramu Cheng almost simultaneously, falling to the ground with a "clink" sound.

Meanwhile, the headquarters took the opportunity to move a few steps to the side and adjust its position.

Shiraki understood the headquarters' intentions.

He intended to use throwing weapons such as darts to gain an advantage in attack range, wear down Bai Mucheng from a distance, and look for an opening!

Whoosh!

Two more cross-shaped darts flew out.

But this time, Bai Mucheng took the lead, leaping forward with a shout, taking two or three steps forward before swinging his hand in a horizontal slash.

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】——

Zangief's Whirlwind Palm!

clap clap!

Two darts landed.

Before landing, Shiraki had already pushed off the ground with great speed, rushing towards the headquarters that was retreating for the second time, with both speed and stride distance being faster and greater.

Ode!

In an instant, Shiramu Cheng closed the distance between himself and the headquarters, bringing the two sides within three meters of each other.

"—!!"

With a solemn expression, the commander suddenly threw out a handful of cross-shaped darts. Their crystalline, cold gleam, illuminated by the morning light, shimmered with a chilling light.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

More cross-shaped darts came flying in, their coverage area was clearly extremely wide, like a celestial maiden scattering flowers!

However, all these cross-shaped darts were launched from the left hand of the main force, and thus they all gathered in one place the moment they were launched.

—Now!

Swish!

Shiramu Cheng suddenly squatted down, leaned forward and rolled, using his shoulder to push off the ground, turning his body upside down, and while extending his leg forward to slide, he performed a Thomas-style roundhouse kick.

[Jamie O's explosive comeback!]

Whoa!

Before the cross-shaped darts could completely disperse, Shiraki Cheng had already swept past from below, rushed in front of the main body, and then delivered a powerful upward kick.

Bang!

The man was kicked hard in the abdomen, and with a cry of pain, blood spurted from his mouth and nose. He was sent flying backward, retreating a good seven or eight meters.

Thump! Splash...

The main body crashed down heavily, rolled several times on the ground, and barely managed to steady itself, kneeling on one knee...

No.

Exhausted from physical exertion, even kneeling was difficult for the commander, who could only kneel on the ground with his face covered in blood and panting heavily.

"Huh...huh..."

Headquarters' consciousness was detached, and he desperately wanted to pass out.

When he managed to snap out of it as quickly as possible, he saw that Bai Mucheng had already walked over, only about three meters away from him.

"..."

In the eyes of the headquarters, Shiraki Cheng's desire to strike was incredibly strong; he even threw punches while walking, and countless semi-transparent heavy punches gradually approached.

That is... the state of "strike without striking" that Shiraki Cheng has already reached...

The gaze of the head of the headquarters was distant, and he was genuinely amazed by Shiraki's extraordinary talent.

That's why...

That's exactly why! I can't let you continue fighting Miyamoto Musashi...

Our headquarters is determined to wait and see what Shiraki will do next.

"..."

Ode!

[Battle Aura Bursts Out with Shock!]

Shiraki pushes off the ground with his back foot, his right fist is positioned at his waist, propelled forward by his core, and finally swings out, striking directly at his face.

But the next second—

"..."

Nothing happened.

Shiraki Cheng's fist stopped in front of Honbu's face, directly facing Honbu's amused eyes, creating a gust of wind that blew Honbu's hair.

Splash...

Bai Mucheng stopped punching.

Or rather, the "wave of killing intent" residing in that fist—the desire to destroy the opponent—suddenly vanished without a trace!

Why is that?

The strong sense of incongruity made Bai Mucheng stop punching.

He quickly realized what was happening.

The urge to destroy the opponent has disappeared, which means that the opponent in front of you has already been "destroyed" and is no longer worth destroying.

The headquarters is hidden, and he dies...

No.

Shiramu Cheng shook his head. After all, the head of the unit was still awake, even breathing heavily, making his fists itch.

Therefore, there is only one answer—

Izo has made up his mind that he will protect Shiraki Seung, even if it means his own "destruction"!

What does he plan to do?

The moment the fist was thrown, the hidden explosives were detonated, completely destroying himself and causing Bai Mu to return with serious injuries.

Or perhaps, he wanted to stop Shiraki Cheng by dying—in such a Zen-like way?

The answer, however, is not important.

For Shiraki Sei, thanks to Honbu Izo's "self-destruction" plan, he was able to take a step further and understand the feeling of "the wave of killing intent".

That was a great practice session...

"call……"

Shiraki let out a long breath and finally withdrew his fist.

Seeing this, the headquarters breathed a sigh of relief.