Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 25 Battle Search!

Abandoned building, sixth floor.

Tear gas filled the air, permeating the depths of the passage.

Four mercenaries, armed with submachine guns and wearing gas masks and thermal imaging cameras, stood motionless amidst the thick smoke.

They were certain that "someone" had come to their side!

However, due to their limited field of vision from wearing gas masks and thermal imaging cameras, the mercenaries couldn't see the man at all unless they turned their heads.

The mercenaries were even more convinced that the moment they turned to look was the fatal moment when "that person" launched his attack!

It feels like being watched by a wild beast...

Or rather, at this very moment, these executioners who took pleasure in killing finally tasted the hellish feeling of being prey!

But... is it really possible?
Even a physically strong fighter, when surrounded by tear gas, unable to breathe, and even unable to open his eyes, can he really deliver a fatal blow?!
……

"..."

Bai Mucheng closed his eyes tightly, held his breath, and focused his mind; all he could see was darkness.

In the instant the thick smoke billowed in, he used the blind spot as cover to rush to the four mercenaries and memorize their positions.

Shiramu Cheng had only a few seconds left.

Even the most well-trained body cannot overcome its physiological instincts—at least not now.

Eye irritation will cause tears; inhaling thick smoke will cause coughing and choking...

Therefore, in a few seconds—the next breath—Shiraki Cheng will lose his fighting ability, so these few seconds are the decisive "all-in"!
Can you do it?

Despite being blind, he killed four mercenaries around him using only his senses!
Bai Mucheng's brain was highly active, his consciousness began to run wild, and his thinking time was greatly extended. The darkness in front of him distorted into ink painting and turned into Long's phantom.

Swish! Swish! Swish...

Long was punching, kicking, and turning around, each move clean and crisp, as if he were conveying the intent between his fists and feet to Bai Mucheng.

What is strength?

From the time Long was old enough to understand, he had been practicing with his master. Later, he traveled the world, searching for strong people, and met many people in various countries.

The feeling of fighting against a strong opponent still lingers in Ryu's fists and feet!

Takashi also fought against "evil," challenged organizations that attempted to harm the world, and was even corrupted by evil thoughts himself, taking a long time to overcome himself.

Finally—Rong was able to deliver a shot that satisfied him.

But Long is still searching, walking the path of a seeker of truth, pondering the answer to "what is power".

Boom!
Long threw his final punch, slow and heavy, striking Shiramu Cheng in the chest.

It's now!

When faced with "villains" who kill for pleasure, follow your heart, let your soul and body reach their limits, and deliver the blow you've delivered so far—a blow that satisfies you!
Swish!
The white wood was moved.

The moment he began to act, the four mercenaries turned around simultaneously, some raising their guns to aim, others using their rifle butts for defense, trying every possible way to counter him.

If they can survive Bai Mucheng's "all-in" and wait for the next breath, it will be a victory for the four of them!
Ode!
Bai Mucheng stomped his left foot on the ground, leaped into the air, and twisted his waist counterclockwise around his spine, kicking out with his right foot in four directions: forward, backward, left, and right, causing his whole body to spin.

Bang bang bang!

【Longlong Whirlwind Kick】!
Almost simultaneously, four mercenaries were struck on the head with swift kicks.

One of them was kicked in the back of the head and immediately collapsed unconscious; the gas masks and thermal imaging cameras of the other three were kicked to pieces, with fragments mixed with blood and teeth scattered all over the ground.

"Huff...cough cough! Click—!"

The three mercenaries instinctively took a breath, only to inhale a large amount of tear gas, instantly choking and coughing uncontrollably, unable to even stand.

The only one who was less seriously injured was the tall mercenary, who quickly covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, squinted with tears in his eyes, and aimed his gun at Bai Mucheng with one hand.

"You fucking die—"

Before he could finish speaking, Bai Mucheng delivered a powerful mid-section kick, striking the tall mercenary between the legs.

With a loud "bang," bloodstains were faintly visible as the fluid oozed out from the center.

"?!"

The tall mercenary rolled his eyes and foamed at the mouth.

Bai Mucheng surged forward, his fighting spirit bursting forth.

Ode!
A heavy punch landed on the tall mercenary's face, slamming his head into the ground. His entire face was dented from the blow, and thick red juice clung to the knuckles.

"..."

At this point, all four mercenaries were incapacitated. Bai Mucheng finally stopped moving, with very little oxygen left in his body, his face turning red and purple from holding his breath.

But Shiraki Sei still couldn't hide his excitement.

Long was, after all, a grandmaster; to gain his approval meant that I could be considered to have entered the gate of martial arts. ...

……

"Quickly, find a way to ventilate!"

Not far away, Baku, seeing that the battle was over, quickly called to Takaomi Kaji and Shigeru Akagi. The three of them broke other windows one after another to let in fresh air and disperse the tear gas as much as possible.

Shiraki Cheng was finally able to breathe a few breaths—though he was still coughing repeatedly from the choking.

Before he could even catch his breath, Wu Fengshui's voice came through his earphones.

"Wow, Shiraki-chan, there's so much smoke on the sixth floor! You've taken care of your opponents, right? Let me help you ventilate!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng's expression changed drastically.

Before he could stop him, Wu Fengshui fired a series of silenced bullets, and soon the glass on the sixth floor of the building shattered one after another, the crackling sound quite pleasant.

Without the glass barrier, the cross breeze quickly dissipated the tear gas smoke from the entire sixth floor.

"..."

This should have been a good thing, but Bai Mucheng's expression was indescribable, even a little aggrieved.

The other three approached and, upon seeing this scene, couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"The helper Xiao Cheng brought is amazing!"

Baku stepped forward with a grin, "Why are you still looking so down? This 'search and search' operation was a resounding victory for us!"

"……Um."

Shiraki nodded stiffly, explaining helplessly, "This support request was charged by the number of bullets. One 'support bullet' costs one million yen. That burst of fire just now probably cost ten million yen..."

Baku: "..."

Baku: "Haha!"

The laugh was genuine, with a hint of amusement.

As intelligent as the Baku is, it can naturally see from this that the relationship between the "Wu clan supporter" and Shiraki Cheng is not ordinary.

If it were just a simple employer-employee relationship, they obviously wouldn't make such a joke.

To be fair, the Baku actually quite likes this atmosphere. Unlike the dirty and smelly underground world, it has a clean smell that allows people to temporarily breathe amidst the "malice" of gambling.

"Hehe! All in all, this round of searching went very smoothly! Let's try waking up one of the mercenaries; they might know the exact location of the trap..."

The spotted tapir began to consider its next move.

……

……

On the other side, on the unfinished high-rise building next door, Wu Fengshui was chatting and laughing with Bai Mucheng.

"Don't worry, Shiraki-chan. I already promised you a discount. I'll charge you ten million yen for the rapid-fire just now. You can write me an IOU!"

"...Haha, thank you!" Bai Mucheng had to thank the person.

Jokes aside, Wu Fengshui, as a firearms expert of the Wu clan, has unquestionable professional competence.

Even after all four mercenaries were killed, Wu Fengshui did not let his guard down.

Those heterochromatic eyes, with black background and white pupils, monitored the entire Nine-Story Building through the scope of a sniper rifle, not missing a single movement.

But for some reason, Wu Fengshui suddenly felt that something was not quite right.

An unusual presence was brewing, attracting Wu Fengshui's attention, which he focused on on the fifth floor of the Nine-Story Building—where Q-Lang's office was located.

"Shiraki-chan, this is strange..."

Wu Fengshui tilted his face slightly toward the sniper rifle and murmured into the communicator, "There seems to be 'something' on the fifth floor of the building?"

……

……

The fifth floor of the building, offices.

Q-Lang sat upright, resting his forehead on his cane, a sinister smile on his face, a few drops of saliva dripping down the wrinkles at the corners of his mouth, and a hoarse whisper coming from deep in his throat.

"Those idiots are all taken care of? Good, hehe..."

His smile grew increasingly distorted as he glanced behind him—at the masked man who remained completely still.

"Rodm, ha ha, my Rodm! It's your turn to kill again..."

(End of this chapter)