Super Fighting Tokyo.

But before he could finish speaking, Kebar raised his hand to block Oliva.

"Let me go first."

Kebar took off his shirt, revealing a body of taut, steel-like muscles.

This physique is certainly impressive, but compared to Oliva, who has the "world's number one muscle," it lacks a certain awe.

“Oh my, Brother Kebar…”

Oliva shook his head helplessly and clicked his tongue, saying, "I don't doubt your ability, but is your fighting style really suitable for this warm-up?"

Kebar chuckled lightly, “During my childhood, I received elite martial arts training under the guidance of my grandfather.”

"In other words, when it comes to understanding martial arts, I'm far superior to you, you muscle monster."

Kebar raised his chin, not giving Oliva an inch.

But what he said was indeed true, so Oliva pursed his lips and nodded, raising his hand in a gentlemanly gesture, "That's really impressive, please go first."

"..."

Kebar turned his head.

The next moment—

Boom!

Kebar charged forward, then stomped his right foot to brake, leaned back to maintain balance, and pushed off with his left leg.

Whoosh!

An extremely fast, long-distance kick was aimed at Bai Mucheng's waist and abdomen, forcing Bai Mucheng to raise his arms to block, and he was kicked back several meters.

Swish, swish, swish...

Bai Mucheng stood firm, wisps of white smoke still clinging to his arms.

"...!"

The onlookers were immediately taken aback.

This is the kick of "Second Master", this is the kicking technique of "Strongest Pirate"!

click, click, click...

After delivering the kick, Kebar did not pursue, but instead adjusted his pace and swayed forward.

A strong wind rises—!

Swish!

In an instant, Kebar accelerated again, his rhythm changing unpredictably, so fast that his body almost twisted, transforming into a giant wave and a storm, as he threw a punch forward.

call out--!

But this time, Keba's attack missed.

Shiraki Cheng used his heels as the center of gravity, lifting his feet off the ground and leaning his body slightly backward, precisely avoiding Kebar's fast punch.

Immediately afterwards, he threw a light left punch upwards, striking Kebar's wrist with a "smack".

"—!"

A light, weak attack, of course, cannot stop Kebar.

He swept his left leg horizontally, intending to kick Bai Mucheng's right ankle, but Bai Mucheng raised his right leg to dodge and then quickly kicked with his right leg.

Snapped!

Kebar's left calf was instead kicked by Shiraki, leaving a footprint on his pants.

"?!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Kebar stomped his left leg, causing the ground around him to tremble, and landed firmly on the ground, followed by a right hook.

That wasn't Kebar's signature move, the Core Fist; it was far less powerful, but it was faster and had no unnecessary movements.

He just wants to hit Shiraki Sei right now!

But when he tried to throw a powerful upward punch, he missed again.

Shiraki Cheng maintained his sideways stance, but he anticipated Kebal's movements first and, relying on his superb control of distance, dodged at the extreme distance.

Then--

Snapped!

With a gentle flick of his wrist, he struck Kebar in the chest, leaving the great "Second Master" stunned on the spot.

"..."

After a pause, Kebar let out a sigh of relief, put his hands on his hips, and swaggered away.

Oliva readily stepped forward, raising his large hand to gesture to Kebar.

*Smack!*

A high five between the two signifies a change of players.

"My turn~~~~!"

"Although just watching the video shows that Miyamoto Musashi's strength is beyond my imagination, I'll still..."

As he spoke, Oliva said with a teasing smile, "Let's get your muscles warmed up, Brother Shiraki!"

Wow!

Oliva launched a sudden attack, without even his signature "clothes-bursting" move, directly bursting his shirt as he charged forward by using his muscles.

Hiss!

He burst through the torn fabric, his shoes stomping across the ground, leaving marks, and bent down to throw a punch.

This is not a fighting technique, but simply an attack launched by the "strongest muscles," yet it unleashes terrifying destructive power.

But just like before, when fighting Kebar.

Oliva's powerful punch also missed.

The instant after the punch was thrown, Shiramu Cheng took a step forward, his left fist clenched and thrusting forward, delivering a fast punch in a "drunken fist" stance.

Snapped!

Oliva's face was slapped by Shiramu Cheng's fist, producing a soft, crisp sound.

"Ugh~~~~!?"

Oliva stared in disbelief, forgetting all about continuing the pursuit, and asked in surprise, "Brother Shiraki, how exactly did you fight?"

Bai Mucheng raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, scratched his head, and finally tried to explain: "To see through your striking motions, and then aim at the 'result' of seeing through them—like this...?"

"..."

Everyone suddenly realized what was happening.

In Shiraki Cheng's eyes, the outcome of Oliva and Kebar's punches and kicks—and even those of others—was seen through the moment they were thrown.

In this way, Shiraki Cheng might be able to complete that visually absurd "dodge counterattack"!

That's one way to understand it...

Is this a correct understanding...?

"..."

It took everyone a moment to recover from their shock.

Shiraki thought there were many things to "warm up" with, so he was about to call everyone to come again when he suddenly noticed the street in the distance.

Another person has arrived.

Moreover, everyone who came knew each other well.

[Fist Hero] Retsu Kaioh, and [World's Number One Fighter] Kaoru Hanayama.

Both of them are the same as always.

Retsu Kaioh, wearing black and white cloth shoes, a training uniform, and a distinctive jacket.

Kaoru Hanayama, as usual, wore snakeskin leather shoes, a white suit with a purple top underneath, and glasses.

And Kaoru Hanayama was drinking!

A huge bottle of "Wild Turkey" whiskey was broken open by Kaoru Hanayama from the neck and he drank the strong liquor in one gulp.

"..."

This group of people are certainly capable of seeing the situation clearly.

The relationship between these people needs no further explanation!

"Shiroki!"

Lie Haiwang spoke first, shouting loudly before leaping over the martial arts school wall and standing about seven meters away from Bai Mucheng.

Baki and Keibar were both stunned.

These two were better at using their "real-world" eyesight, so they could tell at a glance that the "top" Retsu Kaioh was wearing was obviously very heavy.

That's probably not a shirt for "unarmed combat".

The next scene confirmed their suspicions—

Whoa!

Retsukai raised his hands, opening his shirt on both sides to reveal a large number of throwing darts hidden inside his jacket.

It is shaped like a small knife, long and narrow, but without a handle. Both sides are blades, the head is pointed, and the tail is counterweighted by a ring.

Imai Kosuo was startled, "A hidden weapon?"

Baki couldn't help but chuckle awkwardly, "Hey, really? Retsu's really going to go this far..."

There was no time for the audience to marvel.

"This was originally my preparation for dealing with Miyamoto Musashi. Now, please take a look, Shiraki!"

Having said that, King Liehai shouted, "Watch out for the darts!"