Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 78 From Nature

Whoa!

The moment Mupu threw the suit, Shiramu Cheng's consciousness was also racing through his mind.

He could sense it—

Beside him stood a burly soldier with a buzz cut, who was raising his strong arms in a defensive stance, his gaze calm and fearless.

His body was outlined by ink wash shadows.

Its name is "Gulie"!
Born into the Air Force, he studied "martial arts" and "military combat techniques," possessing an impactful defensive range, and at close range, he uses a variety of striking techniques to restrain his opponents.

In terms of defensive counter-attack, he is undoubtedly a "professional"!
"..."

Gu Lie's gaze was forward, sharp and unwavering.

Shiraki Cheng imitated Gu Lie's stance, but his movements were not concise enough, so Gu Lie continued to instruct him.

You need to pay attention to your body's habits.

Don't look away! The chance to retaliate is fleeting; stay calm and focus on that moment!

Bai Mucheng's stance gradually stabilized, becoming increasingly concise and efficient.

Gu Lie's illusory figure nodded slightly, looked at the eye pool in front of him, and then caught a glimpse of the blade of the small knife that had been kicked away by Shiramu Cheng directly above.

...That's right, I'm sure you'll learn faster through real combat. Go ahead and attack boldly.

There are no rules on the battlefield, and the situation changes in an instant. You have to adapt to all kinds of situations and not be afraid of change—that's what makes you a professional!

"..."

wow...

Mupu's black suit landed gently on the ground.

The people on the lower level all looked up at the blade stuck in the ceiling and whispered among themselves, "Hey, didn't that guy just pull out a knife? He threw it but it got kicked away?"

The people at the top also realized what was happening.

Akiyama Kaede frowned deeply. "That guy named Megumi, he deliberately blocked the camera just now? He cheated!"

However, the referees from the Kengan Association remained silent.

Akiyama Kaede hurriedly said, "Mr. Shiraki kicked something away; it should be stuck in the ceiling, out of the camera's field of view!"

"...Please don't treat me like an outsider, Ms. Akiyama. I can tell that kind of thing."

The referee paused, then turned around and explained seriously, "But if I were to make a direct ruling, wouldn't that mean letting go of the person who insulted the Quanyuan match? Besides, our 'new member' wouldn't be satisfied either."

"I won't stop until Mr. Shiraki finishes fighting."

The referee chuckled mischievously, "After all, I've been a referee for many years, I'm not going to spoil the fun."

……

……

Mokukirou was still stunned by the failure of his sneak attack.

He made up his mind, even abandoning his pride and degrading himself to the level of a despicable person, but was actually kicked away by Bai Mucheng!
“Brother Mupu, you seem to have made a great decision, but in the end, it’s just one move.”

"If you miss the first time, you throw another punch. That's what fighting is all about."

Bai Mucheng stared at what was in front of him. "Why wait until everything is ready? Your way of playing won't work."

"...Now, I'm going to move."

The next second—

Bai Mucheng bent down and stepped forward.

Ode!
【Charge with Fighting Spirit】!
That speed was truly ghostly; Mupu couldn't react in time, and Bai Mucheng instantly closed the distance.

What followed was an extremely fast mid-section straight punch.

Guile's Burning Straight Punch!
boom!
Mupu took a solid hit to the face, his nose was shattered, and he even lost several teeth.

"...?!"

He instinctively threw a punch, but missed.

Shiraki Seiichi first crouched down and swept his leg, hitting Moku's ankle. He then stood up and threw a straight punch to Moku's chest.

【Gure's Dragon Fang Combo】!
Mupu's chest caved in, and he felt short of breath and couldn't move. He could only try his best to open his eyes wide.

In his line of sight, he could clearly see that Bai Mucheng clenched his fists and pulled his arms back, contracting his back muscles to the limit, bending his upper arm and forearm at a right angle.

For a moment, Mupu suddenly had a strange feeling.

What lay on either side of Shiraki's shoulders were not two arms, but two sharp curved blades!

That feeling was similar to Mupu's unique way of clenching his fist, but it went a step further, completely turning the tip of his fist into a sharp blade.

"Although I can't be as 'fast' as my master, I have some insights to share..."

Bai Mucheng gave a low shout.

"Mupu, hold on tight!"

Swish!
Shiramu Cheng used his chest muscles to pull his arms, and quickly crossed his arms.

Guile's Sonic Blade!
The tips of both fists swept across.

*Thud!* Mu Pu's shirt was ripped open, revealing two gashes on his skin. Subcutaneous tissue was exposed, exposing dark red muscle fibers, and two streams of blood gushed out!

"..."

The excruciating pain shot through his brain, causing Mu Pu to open his mouth wide, but he didn't even have time to let out a roar.

Shiramu Cheng once again pushed off the ground and did a backflip, kicking powerfully upwards just like he had kicked away Xiaodao before.

【Gulie Flip Kick】!
Swish!
The tip of the foot knife traveled upwards along Mupu's lower abdomen, vertically slicing open his chest, before striking his chin and sending him flying upwards with a "bang".

...Plop!
Mu Pu traced a parabola in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground, his jaw nearly shattered, three clear wounds on his chest, and blood flowing uncontrollably.

Seeing this, the people on the lower level stared wide-eyed, completely unprepared for Mupu's swift defeat.

The silence was finally broken by the referee's announcement.

"The outcome is decided! The victor is Shiraki Cheng!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng stretched his arms, turned around and found a curtain to wipe away the bloodstains stuck to his body.

But at that moment, Mupu, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly struggled to his feet, his heavily injured body trembling as he stood up, "It's...not over yet..."

Shiraki Cheng became interested.

Megumi added, "Lord Sada Kuni... will not lose..."

Bai Mucheng was disappointed.

He ignored Mu Pu, but suddenly sensed something unusual and instinctively jumped back to dodge.

And in the next instant—

boom!
The hall door shattered with a crash, and a figure flew backward, along with flying wood chips and door panels, crashing into Mu Pu, who was already teetering on the brink of collapse.

Wow…

Mu Pu was trapped under the door, and he was completely out of sight.

The one who smashed the door was a burly, strong young man who appeared to have suffered a severe blow to the abdomen and was clutching his stomach, retching incessantly.

It's Maruk!

Shiraki noticed early on that Maruk had already taken advantage of the chaos to leave, and besides that, Baku and Ito Kaiji were also nowhere to be found.

So now, who has "brought Maruk back"?

"..."

Bai Mucheng looked towards the gate.

A tall man walked slowly from that direction. He was wearing a suit, the fabric of which accentuated his muscular physique. He had a short, frizzy hairstyle, wide-open eyes, and a noticeable chemical burn scar on his left eye socket.

"Not bad, kid, and you're a lackey of the Liar Eater... So you're that murderous Demon Rodm?"

"But in the end, it was just a sheep to be slaughtered, with only weak military force."

The man wore a sinister grin as he scanned the entire lower hall.

"They're all junk... huh?"

He finally fixed his gaze on Bai Mucheng and said with a playful smile, "There are still some I can take a look at. Do you want to play with me?"

"..."

Bai Mucheng remained silent, then began to move his ten fingers.

The man could also see through Bai Mucheng's plan and was about to step forward when suddenly a figure stood up and blocked the way between him and Bai Mucheng.

"No...you're wrong!"

Maruk clutched his lower abdomen, blood and saliva still lingering at the corner of his mouth, staring intently at the man, gritting his teeth and panting, "Maruk is Maruk, not Rodm!"

"Furthermore, Maruk isn't Brother Tapir's follower, he's a friend!"

Maruk had clearly been beaten badly by the man; his body was covered in bruises, and even the skin on his chin had been scraped off, with beads of blood constantly oozing out.

But he still stood in front of the man, saying, "Maruk wants to atone for what Rodham did, and Maruk also wants to help his friend!"

"Maruk will no longer kill, but Maruk doesn't want to lose either!"

Maruk took a deep breath, swallowed the blood in his mouth, looked back at Shiraki Cheng, his expression young but resolute, "So—Brother Cheng, now it's Maruk's turn to fight!"

"..."

Hearing this, the man suddenly found it very interesting.

"He said he wouldn't kill anyone, but the 'killing intent' hadn't subsided at all. But he wasn't lying either; he was probably trying to take responsibility for his sins, gradually accepting the killing intent, which led to the 'fighting spirit' that came from his nature."

"Hmm, that Rodm... no, 'Maruk,' how did he become like this? Who did he learn it from?"

The man stroked his chin, finding it increasingly amusing.

"The Liar Eater is intelligent, but only knows how to use tired jokes from Fist of the North Star. His 'strength' is not up to that level."

"so--"

The man's senses were quite sharp; he glanced behind Maruk and sized up the "Brother Cheng".

"Is it because of you?"

(End of this chapter)