Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 272 Magical Handshake~
Early morning hours.

At the edge of the arena in the central square of Wuzhili.

An old man and a young man...

The 155cm tall and 47kg "Martial Saint" Shechuan is full of vigor;
与；
The [Fighting Spirit] Shiramu Cheng is 187cm tall and weighs 101kg.

Both of them smiled, extended their right hands, and clasped them tightly, creating a very harmonious scene.

"..."

Seeing this, Wu Fengshui squinted and smiled, "Shiraki-sensei came over so early in the morning, just as he wanted to take advantage of the festival to have some fun with Shibukawa-sensei."

"Since we shook hands at the edge of the ring, does that mean Mr. Shibukawa has agreed?"

However, Sonoda, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but swallow and shake his head, saying, "This isn't a handshake before the competition; the competition has already begun!"

"……what?"

Wu Fengshui blinked his black-and-white eyes, looking quite surprised.

Only then did the girl notice that, although a long time had passed, Shiraki and Shibukawa's hands were still tightly clasped together, as if they were stuck together!
"that……"

Wu Fengshui looked left and right, his face full of doubt, unable to understand for a moment.

Bai Mucheng froze, a few beads of sweat already trickling down his forehead. "My hand really can't let go."

"Hahaha!"

Shibukawa squinted and smiled, "You said 'as expected'? So you knew! What a pity, I was planning to give you a surprise!"

Shiraki frankly admitted, "I was quite startled..."

"Surprise and fright are not the same."

Shibukawa raised an eyebrow and smiled, "What will surprise you is a 'gift,' but if you willingly welcome the shock, you'll be facing a 'trap'!"

"How dare you step into my trap in Shechuan—Brother Shiraki, are you ready?"

"..."

Bai Mucheng swallowed hard, then grinned. "Not bad, fantastic!"

"Oh~!"

With one hand in his pocket and a relaxed expression, Shechuan suddenly exerted force.

Swish!
With Wu Fengshui and Yuantian watching, Bai Mucheng was pinned down, his legs were forced to squat down first, then his whole body leaned back and landed on his back.

Pfft!
The 47kg old man, Shibukawa, used only his right hand to hold the 101kg Shiraki to the ground and even continued to exert force backward, forcing him to lift his hips!

"—?!"

This scene left Wu Fengshui speechless, and Yuan Tian couldn't help but clench his fists.

"It's appeared! It's Aikido!"

Sonoda recalled explaining to Wu Fengshui in a deep voice not long ago:
“In Shibukawa-sensei’s aikido, there is a technique that can be used on the person you are shaking hands with—making your opponent kneel down and unable to move.”

"You should still remember that [unparalleled strength] Bisket Oliva."

Sonoda swallowed hard.

"Before setting off for Kure no Sato, Mr. Shibukawa shook hands with that Oliva, but even the world's number one muscle freak would fall to one knee the moment the handshake was made!"

"..."

Shechuan squinted at Bai Mucheng, then pushed forward with his right hand.

"Haha, take this!"

Whoa!

Bai Mucheng was thrown backward, rolling like a wheel four or five times before finally stopping on the stage, lying face up.

Wow…

The tumbling motion kicked up dust, while Shechuan, at the starting line, maintained his throwing posture, his right hand pointing to the sky, his movements as graceful as ever.

Wu Fengshui and Yuan Tian were both stunned, muttering, "This is... the Aikido Master..."

"call--!"

Bai Mucheng, who had fallen to the ground, exhaled a breath of hot air, slowly stood up, spat out the dirt in his mouth, and moved his right arm, which had been twisted and was sore.

"Great, fantastic!"

Shiramu Cheng grinned and showed his teeth, "What a wonderful move! It's practically magic!"

"Unlike the grappling techniques of wrestling, and unlike the suppression techniques of military combat—it's more like an attack on the body's reflexes than a joint lock that targets the body's structure!"

"It was just a handshake, but it used the clasped hand as a medium to apply weight to me, like a huge rock pressing down on me!"

"There's no way to avoid it, no way to stop it!"

Shiraki Cheng became more and more excited as he spoke, making Shechuan a little embarrassed. He pushed up his glasses, which reflected light.

Seeing this, Sonoda smiled and stepped forward, intending to smooth things over and end the "competition."

But as soon as he took a step, he saw Bai Mucheng make a move.

"..."

Shiraki extended his right hand once again, towards Shibukawa.

Sonoda froze, then asked in surprise, "W-Do we want to do it again?!"

Bai Mucheng smiled helplessly, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes. He couldn't contain himself any longer. "Speaking of the 'subconscious' in relation to human reflexes, I suddenly have an idea." "Heh heh, it's good that young people have so many ideas..."

Shechuan chuckled softly, stepped onto the arena, and once again extended his right hand to shake hands tightly with Shiramu Cheng, performing the same actions as before.

The next moment——

Just as Shechuan was about to push forward again, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.

"Well?"

In Bai Mucheng's eyes, blood vessels appeared, pulling at his pupils like chains, causing them to tremble violently and leave afterimages.

All engines are running!

In that instant, Bai Mucheng's intense inner consciousness surged, completely taking over his body and abandoning all unconscious movements.

In this state, without the interference of subconscious actions, even if Shiraki exerts great force through a handshake, Shiraki will not be instantly overwhelmed.

If you're not instantly defeated, there's still room for maneuver!

"Hey-!"

Shiraki Shigeo gritted his teeth and growled, straining all his muscles to lift himself up in a distorted and awkward posture, yet he managed to barely resist Shibukawa's downward pressure.

Even so, Shiraki Cheng was still completely restrained by Shibukawa, and he couldn't straighten his movements no matter what he did.

At the critical moment, Bai Mucheng twisted the force, simultaneously spreading his arms and swinging his palms in all directions as his body rotated.

Zangief's Double Spinning Palm!
Swish!
The simple and brutal wrestling move became the key to breaking free from the awkward handshake.

Shechuan jumped back to dodge, laughing as he avoided Bai Mucheng's whirlwind palm strike, looking completely at ease.

"Huh...huh..."

Bai Mucheng gasped for breath, feeling a sharp pain coming from the inside of his right arm, as if it were about to be broken, which made him break out in a cold sweat.

Even if the engine can eliminate unconsciousness, the pain it feels will not be any less!
"...Whoa!"

Shibukawa scratched his right hand, recalling the feeling of the handshake just now, and couldn't help but admire it.

"Brother Bai Mu, what kind of training did you undergo, and what kind of intense desire did you have to be able to avoid the body's subconscious movements? You're practically inhuman!"

Bai Mucheng hadn't caught his breath yet, his face flushed red from the intense pain.

Shibukawa raised an eyebrow and smiled, "I guess—if I break your right arm, your whole body and left arm will be 'instantly' freed, and then I might get a heavy punch from you."

"Maybe I can dodge it? Or maybe I'll get my neck broken? I really don't know what will happen..."

The old man revealed a sinister smile, looking at Bai Mucheng as if in provocation.

But after thinking it over, Shibukawa scratched his temple and waved his hand, saying, "No, forget it. It's not a duel. There are plenty of other toys to play with!"

"Brother Bai Mu, let's not use that move anymore, let's try something else?"

"..."

"Yes, it's a celebration after all, not a duel."

Shiramu nodded in agreement and resumed his standing posture.

This time, it was Wu Fengshui, Sonoda, and the other judo club members who had gathered around that were puzzled.

What do you mean by "it's not a duel"?
The two men's menacing handshake and confrontation just now almost crippled one of their arms. Didn't that count as a "duel"?

"..."

Seeing the puzzled expressions on the faces of those around them, Shiraki Cheng and Shibukawa stopped what they were doing and couldn't help but shake their heads with their hands on their hips.

Shibukawa jokingly remarked, "What! So you wanted to see a bloodbath in this duel?"

Upon hearing this, the audience was stunned at first, and then they all hurriedly waved their hands and shook their heads, leaving afterimages like rattles.

This is especially true of Wu Fengshui and Yuantian.

"No no no..."

It would be bad if either Shiraki or Shibukawa bled, and that's not what the audience wanted, so it would be best if neither of them got hurt.

"..."

Bai Mucheng looked at Wu Fengshui, who was shaking his head, and couldn't help but smile, thinking the girl was pretty.

"That's right. Since we said we're going to 'play,' we should bring out more toys and have a good time."

He turned to Shibukawa, "So... we'll just have some fun?"

Shibukawa laughed heartily, "No problem, just have some fun!"

This reassured the audience somewhat, but their hearts immediately jumped again, because the two's so-called "just playing around" was anything but casual!
Shibukawa Gōki clenched his fists, lowered his waist, opened his chest, and slightly extended his wrists diagonally downwards.

As promised, Shiraki Cheng deactivated the [Engine] mode, but then assumed a punching stance.

"..."

Their breaths mingled, and they unleashed their air superiority in a wild and unrestrained manner, squeezing and colliding with each other, even distorting the air itself!
The next moment——

"Drink!"

With over 36 trillion cells working together, Bai Mucheng unleashed a powerful punch forward.

[Strike with extreme force!]
Boom! !
Shiramu Cheng threw a punch.

then……

Shiramu Cheng was sent flying backwards!
call out--!
(End of this chapter)