Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 69 Warm-up Martial Arts Demonstration
"..."

The official referee of the Kengan Association silently watched Mikio Nabe's "performance".

His desires were overflowing, making his purpose obvious.

—It's nothing more than wanting to take this opportunity to curry favor with Hyoudou Kazutaka of the Teiai Group, to give the other party a good show, so as to facilitate future business cooperation.

With such "low-class" methods, it's no wonder that Niumin Catering can only be a second-tier restaurant, and the competitors it employs are often second-rate as well.

But that's why the referee secretly marveled at how lucky Miki was to have gotten the pot.

That fighter from the Shinshinkai—named "Modo Atsushi"—is undoubtedly a top-tier fighter and absolutely qualified to compete in the prestigious Kengan matches!

Although Niumin Catering is only a temporary stepping stone and he won't be able to play many games, if managed properly, Guo Meishu can easily make a fortune.

……

……

"The thick mat for practice has arrived!"

A man in black from the Di'ai Group dragged a heavy foam mat onto the arena.

Nagato Miki loudly proclaimed, "At this point, we need to use actual props, right, Suedo?"

"……snort!"

Suedang Hou straightened his sleeveless shirt, exhaled two breaths of hot air from his nostrils, and looked at the sponge cushion that the man in black had lifted up.

He could barely suppress a smile and said in a low voice:
"My master is unparalleled in his skill. He often performs demonstrations to warm up the crowd before various karate competitions and is very popular."

"He can smash bricks, cut wine bottles, and split wooden planks..."

"Haha, I never thought I'd have the chance to do this one day."

"..."

Mo Tang glanced at the man in black carrying the cushion and shouted, "Hey, three more people, let's hold this up together!"

Upon hearing this, three more men in black climbed onto the stage and together supported the thick cushion. Their expressions were somewhat uneasy, wondering what Mo Tang was going to do.

Atsushi Mototaka twisted his wrist, "Hold on, you absolutely can't let go!"

"Okay, okay!"

The four men in black were focused and exerted all their strength.

The next second—

Swish!
Suedo Atsushi aimed at the mat and kicked out with a powerful sweeping leg, slamming the mat with a "bang".

With a single kick, he sent the four men in black flying, tumbling over in an instant. The mat was also flung to the edge of the ring and landed on a pillar.

Still not satisfied with the beating, Mo Tanghou ignored the fallen men in black and strode forward to the thickened sponge mat.

"Hah—Stop!"

With a low growl, Mo Tang Hou aimed at the sponge mat and unleashed a flurry of punches, elbows, hand strikes, knee strikes, and kicks at a dazzling speed.

Bang bang bang!

Gradually, the sponge pad, which was specially designed to "withstand blows," was destroyed by Mo Tang's bare hands under his continuous and fierce attacks, turning into piece after piece.

It is said that softness can overcome hardness, but at this moment, it is the "hardness" that has torn apart the "softness"!
"call……"

Only when the sponge pad completely lost its shape did Modo Atsushi exhale a breath of hot air and look at his opponent in this battle below the ring—Shiraki Sei.

To Ling Motanghou's surprise, Bai Mucheng was still chatting and laughing with the people around him, seemingly having a very good relationship with everyone.

Combined with his earlier statement that he could finish before the meal, Mo Tanghou felt looked down upon, and waves of anger surged up, making his previous venting not enough.

"Heh... Haha!"

"Fighting is really awesome! I can't believe I ran into a guy like that. Kato really recommended a great place to me!"

He gritted his teeth, his hands itching unbearably.

"Hey, bring me another cement slab!"

Mo Tanghou roared, and Guo Meishu hurriedly asked the man in black to make preparations.

Before long, a heavy cement slab was carried up and placed in front of Mo Tanghou.

Mo Tang aimed at the thick cement slab and threw a series of powerful punches.

With a series of loud bangs, several cracks appeared on the thick cement slab, and fist imprints were clearly visible on them.

"Hmm—!"

Modo took a deep breath, pulled his neck back, and slammed his head forward with a powerful headbutt.

With a muffled "boom," the heavy cement slab was smashed to pieces, turning into a jumbled mess of small fragments.

Wow…

……

Upon seeing this, many people at the scene couldn't help but widen their eyes.

They simply didn't know how to describe this outrageous act of destruction!
Even Hyodo Kazutaka, the chairman of the Teiai Group, couldn't help but clap his hands and laugh, "Hahaha, this is really amazing, much more exciting than any fake historical drama!"

awesome!
— Guo Meishu, the owner of Niumin Catering, was secretly overjoyed.

Regardless of whether Suedo Atsushi chooses to stay or leave, as long as he can please Hyoudou Kazutaka, his business resources will be endless!

Who would take the risk of something like the Kengan Tournament? As long as it's a sure way to make money, that's all that matters!

……

……

After finishing his martial arts demonstration and warming up, Mo Tanghou signaled to the referee.

The referee from the Kengan Association immediately waved, turned the spotlight on the ring to its maximum, and picked up the microphone to test the sound.

"Well, distinguished guests, thank you for moving to the 'Espowaru' cruise ship tonight!"

"Let's cut to the chase and get right to the introductions..."

The referee began to stir up the atmosphere, and his voice gradually rose.

"Tonight, the 'challenger' for the Kengan Association's membership is—"

"he!"

"Height 187cm, weight 97kg!"

"Battle Master of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy—Shiraki Sei!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng bid farewell to everyone, jumped onto the arena, took off his shirt, and tossed it to Wu Fengshui for safekeeping.

The referee then proceeded to introduce:

"Next, please let the defending team enter the field!"

"Today, the fighter who will uphold the rights of members is..."

"That man!"

"A third-degree black belt master from the Divine Heart Society, a fighter affiliated with Niumin Catering—"

"Motanghou!"

"..."

Mo Tanghou was already on the ring, casually twisting his arms.

The referee made a final confirmation: "Both sides, please take your positions!"

Before the referee officially announced the start, Suedo Atsushi had already set up his karate stance and began to unleash one move after another out of thin air.

"Watch closely, you fool, this is the Gochi-ryu Karate!"

Suedo Atsushi explained while demonstrating the actions.

"Hand chop, Water Moon knee strike, mid-section forward strike, inside punch spleen strike..."

"I will relentlessly pursue you until you are completely defeated. Can you defend against that?!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Bai Mucheng fell silent, then his expression suddenly turned troubled, as if he had encountered a great problem.

Mo Tanghou raised his chin and comforted her, "Don't worry, we'll call a hearse for you."

Shiraki Cheng remained silent, continuing to stroke his chin.

Seeing this, Mo Tanghou lost his patience and scolded the referee standing to the side, "Hey, time is precious!"

"……Oh!"

The referee then realized what was happening and raised his arm, asking, "Ready?"

"Alright, both sides, get ready—begin!!!"

Ode!
The moment the referee's hand fell, Bai Mucheng suddenly bent down and stomped on the ground, shooting out at high speed like an arrow released from a bow, his figure almost leaving an afterimage in mid-air.

【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!
In an instant, just as Mo Tanghou had assumed his karate stance, Shiramu Cheng rushed in front of him and slammed his fist down on Mo Tanghou's chin.

A powerful and heavy uppercut.

[Collarbone augmentation]!
boom! ! !
Suedang Hou's chin was hit, his brain trembled uncontrollably inside his skull, his eyes went blank, a wave of dizziness washed over him, and he fell backward to the ground.

Just as he was about to lose consciousness, he vaguely heard Bai Mucheng's reply, which sounded regretful yet sincere.

"I really can't defend against you, Brother Mo, so I have no choice but to hit you 'first'."

"If possible, please guide me..."

(End of this chapter)