Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 57 The Formula of Fist
The graceful figure throws a series of elegant punches, leaving trails of ink-wash-like afterimages in mid-air.

He looked back and saw Long and Zangief.

Wow! A composed grandmaster uncle, and a powerful wrestler?

My silly apprentice is really popular!
So from now on, I, "Jamie Shaw," will protect you!

Not bad!

The whiskey and cola we just had, though it was a mess, can be considered your apprenticeship drink!
If there's a chance, I'll let you try the Prajna Soup passed down in our school, which can better release the "qi" in your body.

"..."

Lively and lighthearted thoughts, mixed with a touch of intoxication, flooded into Bai Mucheng's mind.

Jamie Shaw

The trouble solvers of Chinatown emulate the worshipped "Twin Dragons," a brother of Yin and Yang, protecting the city with the principles of respecting Tao and honoring friends, and the martial arts of boxing.

He is skilled in Drunken Fist, which combines the "Eight Drunken Immortals" and "Breakdance" passed down by his grandmother. His style is both slow and fast, and he can control it with ease!

*Snap!* *Bang!*
Jamie took two steps back, seemingly about to fall due to drunkenness, but suddenly steadied himself and launched a series of kicks and punches, the movements and muscle power clearly visible, which entered Shiramu Cheng's mind.

Haha, that's right, like this...

Shiraki's eyes trembled as he mentally imitated Jamie's boxing techniques, which gradually extended to his body, with every muscle beginning to exert force.

Finally, in the next instant—

Shiraki's movements were synchronized with Jamie's; with his left hand slightly spread, he struck Hanayama Kaoru's face hard with the back of his palm.

boom!
Kaoru Hanayama was hit in the nose, and felt a sharp pain. His head tilted back slightly.

Bai Mucheng pressed his attack with great force, turning around and thrusting his right palm forward. Then, he turned for the third time, his left hand seemingly holding an empty wine glass, and smashed it towards Huashan Xun's chin.

Jamie's Drunken Fist!
Boom!

Kaoru Hanayama was hit hard in the face repeatedly, and her chin was smashed down again, causing her brain to start trembling uncontrollably.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Shiraki Seung pursued the attack, twisting his body to launch a fierce assault, unleashing a series of Drunken Fist punches!

"Stop!"

No one knows how many punches he threw, but Hanayama Kaoru's mouth was bleeding from the impact. Instead of retreating, he advanced, raising and opening his hands, intending to grab Shiraki Cheng.

? !
A feeling of extreme horror welled up in his heart. Shiraki Cheng didn't give Hanayama Kaoru any chance. He kicked his right leg up into the sky, drawing a swift circle in mid-air.

Jamie's Sunny Legs!
He kicked Hanayama Kaoru in the chin with his toe.

If it were a ring fight, this kick would be powerful enough to end the match, but Kaoru Hanayama is "different". This fighting master never stops moving, which is extremely terrifying!
Facing the two large hands attacking from the left and right, Shiramu Cheng jumped up by pushing off the ground with his left foot, stepped on Huashan Xun's face with his right foot, did a backflip, and landed steadily a few steps away, widening the distance between them.

"call--!"

Bai Mucheng spat out a mouthful of blood, his face showing a sense of relief at surviving a disaster.

Kaoru Hanayama remained motionless, a fierce glint in his slender eyes as he locked onto his opponent not far away.

……

……

The windows of the second-floor bar were crowded with onlookers.

The number ranged from a dozen to several dozen, and each one stared wide-eyed.

Whether it's Kaoru Hanayama's monstrous strength and giant fists, or Shiraki Shō's almost invisible and fierce punches, these are exaggerated scenes that even martial arts movies couldn't capture.

"Both of them have amazing athletic abilities!"

"As expected of Kaoru Hanayama, he can still fight even after drinking strong liquor!"

"I support that kid! He's got a good physique and he's even faster!"

"..."

The noise of voices grew louder, and the atmosphere gradually became more lively.

Hongo Hime sat cross-legged by the window, swaying her body back and forth, her eyes sparkling as she excitedly looked downstairs.

"Wow, that yakuza guy... how can someone be so incredibly slow? It's like time has stood still..."

Hina's views on fighting are different from those of ordinary people, so they are described in a very abstract way.

In contrast, Iori Kazuka and Mitani Kana focused their attention on Tenma Nozomi beside them.

Tianma Hope's "eyes" are very special; his dynamic vision is superhuman.

Although this ability has decreased after suffering from retinal detachment, as a spectator, he can still see more than the average person.

At this moment, Pegasus Nozomi's eyes trembled as he realized the unbelievable truth, "Then... that Hanayama Kaoru didn't defend at all?!"

"Haha, Miss Tenma has a good eye." Kizaki smiled with a hint of pride. "Only fighting techniques can provide defense, but my boss only knows how to fight, so he only knows how to use fighting moves."

"Gudu..."

Tianma swallowed hard, finding it difficult to describe the battle downstairs.

suddenly--

"Oh!"

A gasp erupted from the crowd; it turned out that Kaoru Hanayama had made a move.

He took off his decorative glasses, stood with his legs apart, clenched his fists, and slowly raised his arms, placing his fists flat on either side of his head.

For the first time today—Kaoru Hanayama has put on a "stance"!
But as Kizaki said, it could not be called a "fighting technique" at all. It was a complete and utterly unguarded opening!

Someone in the crowd whispered, "That kind of show of force is just for show..."

Not!
Pegasus hoped to only feel heavy breathing.

Although concentrating too much can strain her eyes, she just can't help but look at it.

That's something only Kaoru Hanayama can use!
It is based on his absolute "resistance to blows"...

Concentrate all your weight into the fist you're about to throw—a stance designed entirely for attack—no one but Kaoru Hanayama can use!
"It's already quite remarkable that Brother Shiraki has been able to persevere to this extent."

"But, in the end, the outcome of a fight is still decided by fists!"

Kizaki straightened his expression and said, "Ms. Tenma, did you know that the father of practical karate, Mas Oyama, once said something like this—"

……

……

Kaoru Hanayama stepped forward, closing in on Shiraki Shige step by step, trapping him in a corner of the shelf, while clenching her fists.

That is, "grip strength"!
The giant twisted his body, lowered his center of gravity, and pulled his right fist back to the limit of his joint.

It's less like throwing a punch and more like throwing a discus or javelin, using all of your own weight!
That is, "weight"!
His muscles exploded with a roar, like a spring bursting open, propelling the giant's heavy fist forward with all his might.

That is, "speed"!
Grip strength x body weight x speed = destructive force!!!
—This theory of Mas Oyama, the father of practical karate, has been finally proven in the life of a man named Kaoru Hanayama!
boom!
Kaoru Hanayama swung his giant fist, smashing it into Shiraki Sei's face, along with the shelf behind him, smashing it to pieces.

"Pfft!"

Bai Mucheng felt dizzy, his pupils trembled and became unfocused, and blood gushed from his eyes, nose and mouth, splattering everywhere.

He had countless cuts and lacerations from the debris, his skin was burning with pain, and his vision was completely bloodshot; all he could smell was the stench of his own blood.

But before he could even fall to the ground, Kaoru Hanayama's pursuit arrived, and he aimed another punch at Shiraki Sei's abdomen.

boom!
Liquid gushed from Shiramu Cheng's mouth and nose, making it impossible to distinguish whether it was blood or vomit.

"cough--!"

Shiraki lay sprawled on the wrecked shelf. Before he could even open his eyes, Hanayama Kaoru grabbed his head and slammed it against the shelf next to him, followed by a third punch.

boom!
This was like a firework exploding.

Iron frames, screws, blood, broken teeth, bodily fluids, glass, alcohol... all sorts of messy things erupted at once, and some people couldn't even look directly at them.

...Plop!
Bai Mucheng lay sprawled on the ground, his eyes wide open, his pupils unfocused and motionless.

Kaoru Hanayama finally stopped what he was doing, then grabbed a few intact bottles from the ground and, following the same method, opened them and drank heartily.

Several more large bottles of strong liquor were downed.

Kaoru Hanayama's face was slightly flushed from the alcohol. He exhaled a breath of hot air and turned to ask the person behind him, "It's on me, do you want a drink?"

Wow…

Shiramu lay on his back on the ground, his right hand groping haphazardly until he grabbed a bottle of beer and held it high above his head.

He squeezed the glass bottle tightly with his five fingers, letting the liquid spill onto his face to wash away the blood, and also took a big gulp.

"This is... the second cup..."

Shiraki Cheng rolled his eyes upwards, looking at the area directly in front of him—Hanayama Kaoru.

"Brother Huashan, let me treat you..."

Kaoru Hanayama understood, but Shiraki Cheng refused to admit defeat, so the fight continued.

Clap!

He threw away the bottle in his hand, veins bulging on his forehead, and stomped on Bai Mucheng with his leg!

Suddenly, Shiramu Cheng pushed off the ground with his shoulder, flipped his body over, and slid forward with one leg while performing a series of Thomas roundhouse kicks.

Jamie makes a surprise comeback!
(End of this chapter)