Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 7 Deep Errors
Wu Fengshui sized up the middle-aged man in front of him.

He was only in his thirties, but he had a head of silver-white hair—probably natural.

Despite being a middle-aged man, his eyes were remarkably clean and pure, concealing an unexpected and immense talent.

This may be what is meant by extraordinary people and phenomena.

According to Wu Fengshui, he was also a legend of the same level as Katahara Mitsudo!

Among the yakuza, there are methods to collect debts or resolve disputes through "mahjong gambling," and one person among them is always victorious.

Akagi Shigeru——

He dominated the underground mahjong scene, experiencing countless gambling games, and remained undefeated for decades, earning him the title of "the man of the gods"!
"..."

Although Garuda didn't know much about the underground mahjong altar, his feelings were similar.

"He is indeed a very capable person, and compared to Grandpa and Grandpa Metsudo, this Mr. Akagi is a completely different 'type'..."

Seeing that the two sisters' attention was completely drawn to Akagi Shigeru, Katahara Metsudo also looked on as if it were perfectly natural, "Heh heh, my drinking buddy is indeed very popular!"

Wu Fengshui and Garuda then came to their senses.

Mie Tang changed the subject, asking with a hint of doubt, "Speaking of which, are there people from the Wu clan here who want to kill us?"

"Stop teasing us, old man."

Wu Fengshui waved his hand helplessly.

She knew that the old man from the Mie Tang family was a restless and unconventional person who couldn't stand being alone, so before the other party pressed her for details, she simply explained Bai Mucheng's situation in general terms.

"……I see."

"Forced to stand in the arena and compete against active fighters of the Kengan Association for the sake of their family's land?"

Metsudo turned to look at Yusa, his expression suddenly darkening. He said in a low voice, "Little girl, your older brother might die..."

Before he finished speaking, an inexplicable aura had already spread out.

Katahara Metsudo—this over ninety-year-old man, who resembled a withered tree, suddenly unleashed energy like an active volcano erupting, his overwhelming presence surging endlessly.

Even the president of a large conglomerate would be terrified and break out in a cold sweat when faced with the overwhelming power of the annihilation party, and might even be unable to move!
But the other two card players—who were also the bodyguards of the gang—never expected that the four people present, including Garuda, Wu Fengshui, Akagi Shigeru, and even Yusa, would all remain completely unfazed!
The first three are understandable, but how come that ordinary high school girl is also like this?!
"Wow, this young lady has a great attitude and potential!"

Mie Tang leaned on his cane happily, his demeanor transforming back into that of a thin, withered old man. He chuckled and sighed, "Youth is truly wonderful, but then again, young lady, aren't you worried about your elder brother?"

Arisa sighed, "Of course—I was worried to death."

Mie Tang asked in confusion, "But you didn't react at all to what I said?"

"My brother once told me that if you can't change the situation, don't let other people's emotions lead you by the nose."

Yusa replied seriously, "Besides, Fengshui-jie and Garuda both know the old man, and the old man even spoke up for my brother, so why should I be afraid?"

"..."

These words left the two guards stunned.

At first glance, it seems like there's no problem, but when facing "Katahara Metsudo," how many people can think about the problem with an absolutely calm mind?
Upon hearing this, Mie Tang clapped his hands repeatedly, "Hehehe, what an interesting way to put it! I'm really looking forward to your elder brother's performance!"

Having said that, he turned his gaze to Wu Fengshui and murmured softly, "I do indeed quite enjoy those pure competitions without any inside stories..."

Upon hearing this, Wu Fengshui immediately understood.

The reason why Master Miedang secretly came to this small casino was probably because he sensed that there was some kind of "insider information" related to the Kengan Association!
As for why he came in person, perhaps he had another purpose, or perhaps he was just bored. After all, this old man's thinking was unpredictable, and sometimes even the patriarch of the Wu clan couldn't figure him out.

"...Ah, I see."

Wu Fengshui suddenly remembered something, took out the piece of paper he had previously intended to sell to Bai Mucheng, and tried to sell it to Mie Tang: "Do you need the information I've gathered? It might fill in any gaps in our knowledge, and the price is discounted!"

Mie Tang knew perfectly well that Wu Fengshui was joking. He could just say what he wanted if he wanted information, but it was also a pleasure to play along with the young man for a while.

"Little Feng Shui master, I'm short on pocket money lately, how about a discount?" Mie Tang began to bargain. "How about I treat you to drinks?"

……

……

With the arrival of Komada from Nioh, the atmosphere in the underground casino became even more heated.

At the moment when this heat reaches its peak—

Swish!
Everything seemed to return to calm; the noise ceased, and even the lights dimmed.

With a "click," the spotlight was turned on, illuminating the arena in the center of the casino. It was surrounded by an octagonal structure made of waist-high wooden planks, with a smooth, repaired dirt floor inside.

It was an underground boxing match, after all; there was no entrance ceremony, and neither fighter had even changed their clothes. Only one amateur referee maintained order in the arena. Shiraki Sei, yes, [Nioh] Komada.

The two stood on opposite sides of the field and began their warm-up exercises.

All eyes in the underground casino were drawn to this spot, and after a brief period of silent observation, they resumed their discussions and chatter.

"Hey, is that Komada from the Nogi Group? He's huge!"

"How can that pretty boy on the other side even get on the field?"

"Quickly increase your bet, bet on Komada to win! Tonight's bet is a sure thing!"

"[Niou], go and smash the opponent to pieces!"

"..."

It is clear that Nioh, as a rising star of Kengan with three consecutive victories, is much more popular than Shiraki Jo.

Outside the venue, You Sha, Wu Fengshui, and others stood on Bai Mucheng's side, occasionally letting out a few shouts, providing sporadic support.

"Ready? Both sides step forward, face to face!!"

The referee made a signal from the field.

As Shiraki and Komada stood still, the referee raised his right hand, took a deep breath, and then brought it down sharply.

"preparation--"

"start!"

Ode!
As soon as he finished speaking, Shiramu Cheng's core muscles suddenly engaged, and he lunged forward, his speed almost distorting the air.

[Battle Aura Unleashed!]
In an instant, he rushed forward two steps, stood in front of Komada, and delivered a right straight punch to Komada's face.

boom!
Komada stumbled and took a half-step back—but it was only half a step.

An unbelievable chill ran through Bai Mucheng's body, forcing him to retreat hastily and jump to create a safe distance.

Looking up, I saw that Komada had clenched his fist and was about to bring it down.

"...It was fast, but that's all."

Komada's pronunciation was a bit strange. It turned out that his nose had been broken by the punch earlier, and his nose was crooked to one side, dripping bright red blood.

He loosened his fist, then pinched his nose and twisted it back into place with force!
This scene left many thugs wide-eyed, realizing they could never do it.

The ruthlessness of professional fighters is far beyond what low-level thugs who merely bluff can match!
The next moment——

Swish!

Komada stepped forward and threw two left hooks, but they were just feints, in order to force Shiraki to move.

The real counter-attack is a powerful right straight punch.

boom!
Despite being a large man, his combination punches were incredibly fast.

In the blink of an eye, the fist whistled as it smashed towards Bai Mucheng's face.

Shiraki was about to dodge to the side when it felt as if an electric current had struck his mind. Komada in front of him began to distort and blur, and a phantom image of Takashi appeared in the same spot.

However, at this moment, Shiraki Cheng's consciousness did not go berserk, leaving him less than half a second to react, and he was forced to face the straight punches of Takashi and Komada at the same time.

In terms of skill and technique, Ryu is far superior to Komada, but Komada's punches are powerful enough to end a Kengan match!
With no way to avoid it, Shiraki could only twist his neck to try and deflect the impact of Komada's fist.

boom!
Bai Mucheng was knocked back several steps by the blow before he could regain his balance, his head bowed and trembling.

"spit……"

He licked his teeth with his tongue, then turned his head and spat out bloody foam, his voice hoarse.

"Does that mean you can't win if you can't dodge?!"

He looked up and opened his eyes, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the front—there was both the phantom of Takashi and the approaching Komada!
"Something feels off, something's missing..."

Shiraki Sei always felt that his movements were a bit awkward—not just due to a lack of practice, but also because of some more serious "deeper error"!
The dizziness in his head, the doubts in his heart, and the excruciating pain from being hit by a straight punch all mixed together, causing Bai Mucheng to erupt with a strong agitation.

"come!"

He growled like a wild beast, biting his lip to draw blood, glaring ahead, "Come again, let me know where I went wrong!"

(End of this chapter)