Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 204 Innocence
Whoa!

Rito's five fingers traced five marks on the cement wall. "So, where do you want to be cut open, Tokita!"

Wang Ma twisted his neck, looking quite troubled, "Oh no..."

This whisper made Li Ren's lips curl into a smile.

But then Wang Ma couldn't help but slap his thigh and burst into laughter, "Oh no, you've been so open about it, I'm almost embarrassed to take you to the hospital."

"...Huh?"

Li Ren's eyes widened, bloodshot. "You really dare to say that!"

Wang Ma raised an eyebrow. "I've already found a way to break it."

Li Ren was stunned.

Wang Ma jumped up and down, "To be honest, the moment I saw your move, I already knew how to counter it."

"I've been waiting to see what other tricks you have up your sleeve, but it seems this is all you have to offer. Sigh..."

Wang Ma strode towards Li Ren, thinking, "He's utterly disappointing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Ma had already walked up to Rito, and the two were only a fist's distance apart, almost face to face.

Li Ren was furious and raised his right hand to slash at Wang Ma's chest.

Swish!
But just as he was about to fall, Ohma raised his left hand first, his five fingers facing Rito's five fingers.

Their fingers were gripping extremely tightly, even causing veins to bulge, yet they remained frozen in mid-air, pressed together.

"Your fingertip strength is indeed not to be underestimated."

Wang Ma's voice was calm as he explained in a low voice, "If you just want to tear something apart, finger strength is indeed enough, but to cut an object, you also need 'distance to accelerate'."

"Conversely, if you block the distance, your fingers are no threat."

"..."

Li Ren grinned maliciously, "Don't forget I still have my left hand!"

Swish!
Just as the five fingers were about to rise and swing, they were pressed down in the next instant.

Rito turned his head and saw that his wrist was pinned down by Wang Ma's hand chop, and he couldn't lift it at all.

"Pressing the back of your hand like this is also quite effective, as long as you don't touch your fingers."

Wang Ma raised his eyes. "So, you can't use your supposedly superhuman powers, what are you planning to do, buddy?"

"..."

Li Ren's anger was almost uncontrollable.

Unlike when facing Shiramu Seishi—who was instantly defeated twice, he was completely bewildered.

When faced with Tokita Ohma, Rito found it even harder to accept that his proud Superman Finger Power was defeated head-on!
The two men faced each other with their hands in front of them.

Rito gritted his teeth menacingly, "So, in short, now it's time for a 'strength contest,' right? Do you even know what it means to be physically weaker?"

Wang Ma remained completely at ease and was confident of winning the battle.

Just as the two sides were about to fight and the outcome was about to be decided, a sudden change occurred—

squeak...

The rough, grinding sound of rollers suddenly came from the entrance of the alley.

"……Um?"

Wangma and Rito turned their heads at the same time and saw Shiraki Shō and Yamashita Kazuo at the entrance of the alley—these two must have been watching the battle for quite some time.

The source of the friction sound was none other than a cleaner's cart.

A thin, middle-aged man in a uniform and a matching baseball cap slowly pushed a cleaning cart into the alleyway toward the parking lot where the fight was taking place.

……who is it?
Wang Ma and Rijin blinked simultaneously, both struggling to comprehend the current situation.

Shiraki Shōka and Yamashita Kazuo were equally perplexed.

They never expected that the sanitation worker, who was supposed to be passing by, would suddenly turn around and walk towards the scene of the fight as if no one else was there.

Click, click, click...

The cleaner pushed his cart and stopped in front of Ohma and Rito. The corners of his mouth under his baseball cap turned up slightly, tugging at his somewhat loose skin.

"Deadly Street Fighting Tournament... huh?"

The middle-aged man sighed softly and said quietly, "Since it's been given the name 'Deadly,' it should be extremely dangerous. How could it possibly be dragged into a power struggle?"

"You wrestlers are incredibly naive..."

"..."

These inexplicable words left Wang Ma and Rito stunned.

Meanwhile, Shiramu Cheng's mind was racing, still trying to figure out the middle-aged man's true identity, so his reaction was a little slower. Therefore, the first person to notice the middle-aged man's actions was that man—

Mr. Yamashita!
Perhaps heaven took pity on his ordinariness, because Yamashita Kazuo had excellent "eyesight" since childhood. Although it was not of much practical use, it would occasionally allow Yamashita Kazuo to notice certain "details".

For example, now!

Yamashita Kazuo had a vague feeling that something was off about the "middle-aged cleaner," and that he even exuded a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine!

This matter should have had nothing to do with Kazuo Yamashita; he was just an ordinary employee who had accomplished nothing.

However, he still spoke up.

Even though he felt that the middle-aged cleaner—or anyone else in front of him—could easily kill him, he still spoke without thinking, driven by his inner instincts.

"Watch out, you two!"

This loud roar brought the Ten Demon Snake King back to his senses.

He noticed the middle-aged man in front of him and immediately sensed that the man was up to no good. A chilling aura emanated from him, as if he were being watched by countless venomous snakes.

"—This guy?!"

Wang Ma was about to speak when the middle-aged man spoke first.

"You wanted to spar with someone? Then let's just do it, like this!!"

Swish!
The middle-aged man suddenly turned around, twisted his waist, aimed at Tokita Ohma, and pushed the cleaning cart in front of him.

However, for Ohma, who came from a lawless area, this level of "sneak attack" was not unheard of.

Is he going to smash it over? Overturn it? Or pull out a weapon from it?

Wang Ma braced himself and prepared for the situation, but something completely unexpected happened—

Squeak!

The small cart moved slowly forward, gliding towards Wangma.

It was just a gentle push?!
Wang Ma was stunned for a moment, his attention completely focused on the cart. The middle-aged man then raised his hand and pushed, striking Wang Ma's jaw.

boom!
Wang Ma's jaw was struck hard by the heel of his hand.

This middle-aged man—less than 1.6 meters tall—powered himself by pushing off the ground and sent the 182cm tall Tokita Ohma flying!

Whoa!

Wang Ma fell backward to the ground, his lips were cut by teeth, and blood sprayed out in an arc.

After rolling over, Wang Ma was about to get up when the middle-aged man chased after him and kicked him in the face, sending him flying to the side.

Wang Ma's pupils trembled, blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and he desperately swung his fist blindly behind him, but naturally missed.

The middle-aged man dodged to the side first, circled behind Wang Ma, and struck Wang Ma on the back of the neck with a chop, causing him to fall to the ground unconscious.

"Hmm, although you are the successor of Tokita Nitora, you are still too green. This Nitora style has no charm at all. I'll play with you later."

The middle-aged man shook his hand, turned his head to look at Bai Mucheng in the distance, and examined the other's body which was wrapped in bandages.

"As for you—Bai Mu, I didn't come here to see you today, but I think you don't mind me taking advantage of your vulnerability and bothering you while you're injured..."

The middle-aged man took off his hat, revealing his true colors.

With slanted eyes, slicked-back short hair, a high nose bridge, and a playful gaze, his overall features exude an indescribable sinister aura, making him appear even more eerie under the streetlights.

He was one of the five death row inmates—

His name is Liu Longguang!

In an underground prison in Kyoto, he broke through the blast-proof glass wall with his bare hands, killed several prison guards, and escaped, heading to Tokyo to seek defeat.

"You probably don't care."

Liu Longguang slowly stepped forward, about to attack Bai Mucheng, but was blocked by another person when he turned around.

That's the way of people!
He cracked his knuckles, the bloodstains on his mouth and nose were still wet, and he stared at Liu Longguang with wide, bloodshot eyes, his expression extremely angry.

"Hey sir, you attacked me out of the blue. Don't you know the rules of fighting?"

"..."

Liu Longguang looked at Liren, then glanced at the cement wall next to him—the wall that Liren had scratched open with his five fingers—and then sighed helplessly.

"With such finger strength, one must be proficient in killing."

Liu Longguang turned around and took out two sickles from the cleaning cart, with long ropes connecting the handles at the ends.

That's a weapon called a "kusarigama"!

Liu Longguang brandished the weapon in his hand and said leisurely to Li Ren, "So, don't call me despicable..."

(End of this chapter)