Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 88 The Lies of a Genius

Such a shocking attack threw the remaining mercenaries into disarray.

Once the momentum waned, it was impossible to stop.

Without firearms, they could only flee in panic when faced with Katsumi's sudden pursuit, and in the end, they were either kicked away or jumped into the sea.

Only two or three people remained, still trying to stall and delay, but defeat was only a matter of time.

……

……

Not far away, a group of people continued to watch the battle come to an end.

Suddenly, Bai Mucheng heard a call coming through his earpiece. Wu Fengshui chuckled and said, "Bai Mucheng, hold on tight!"

Shiraki Cheng assumed the position, slightly bent his knees, and took a deep breath.

The next second—

Swish!
Wu Fengshui descended from the sky, jumping directly from the high observation platform, carrying a backpack and a sniper rifle, and landed steadily in Bai Mucheng's arms.

Shiraki Cheng bent his knees slightly to reduce the impact of the fall.

"Wow! I've wanted to do this for ages!"

After Wu Fengshui and Bai Mucheng regained their footing, Wu Fengshui put his hand on Bai Mucheng's shoulder and was about to get up when he suddenly noticed that Bai Mucheng's eyes were twitching, as if he was enduring pain.

"Huh? It can't be that heavy... Is it really that heavy?"

Wu Fengshui was a little embarrassed, thinking that Bai Mucheng had injured his arm or something.

But Bai Mucheng tilted his head and gestured downwards.

Wu Fengshui followed the line of sight and saw that the sniper rifle barrel was too long, and it was sticking out like a cane on Bai Mucheng's instep.

Wu Fengshui: "..."

Wu Fengshui: "...Hehe!"

The girl stuck out her tongue, grabbed Bai Mucheng's shoulder, and suddenly exerted force with her right arm, turning herself upside down on Bai Mucheng's shoulder with one arm, gracefully flipping over, and finally landing steadily.

"It was a bit boring up there, so I came down."

Wu Fengshui slung the sniper rifle over his shoulder and told Bai Mucheng about the surrounding situation.

"The smuggling ships and the docks are now full of Gamblers' men. The IDEAL people have been forced to retreat, and the Metropolitan Police Department probably won't get involved."

"So I've observed that it's easier to prevent gamblers from flipping the table if you're 'close to them'."

"..."

This statement was made without any attempt to hide it from others, clearly intended for their ears as a form of security threat.

Upon hearing this, the "cleaner," Yoruichi, narrowed his eyes slightly, smelling the blood on Wu Fengshui and noticing her eyes. "A professional assassin... from the Wu clan?"

"Yes, grandpa."

Wu Fengshui's eyes darted around, his black-and-white pupils looking at Ye Xingzhangyi, then locking onto the gambling leader beside him. "Speaking of which, the gambling brothels and the Wu clan have had both cooperation and conflict..."

"……really."

The gambling leader leaned against the wall behind him, rubbing his chin.

"The Liar Eater has won over Gara, and the Wu clan is also on the Kengan side, so my previous 'judgment' was not wrong, and agreeing to the Kengan match was the right thing to do."

"Luck comes with correct judgment, and so far, I have never made a wrong judgment..."

The gambling leader looked at Shiramu Cheng, "In other words, I'm very lucky tonight, so this Kengan match—will still be won by me."

"..."

"Sigh, it seems they're quite confident in their own fighters!"

Wu Fengshui joked casually, but then turned to Bai Mucheng and whispered, "It's understandable that you're confident; that 'Foolish Self-Discipline' is indeed extraordinary."

The veins around her eyes bulged, her "liberated state" activated, revealing all of Katsumi's physical data.

"Standing at 185cm and weighing 115kg—this excellent physique, combined with superb athletic ability, makes him a natural-born martial artist!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng listened silently to Wu Fengshui's analysis.

Meanwhile, only one mercenary remained, grabbed by the collar and held in Katsumi's hand. "Haha, that was so much fun!"

Katsumi looked back at the crowd and noticed that there was another beautiful young girl, so he couldn't help but whistle.

"Not bad, Brother Bai Mu. Does your martial arts school also have a women's division? How about organizing an exchange match with our Shenxin Association's women's division sometime? It would be very exciting!"

"Speaking of which, because I hit those hooligans too hard when I taught them a lesson, the women's section of the Divine Heart Society seems a bit afraid of me. It's really sad..."

"..."

After listening to Katsumi Gochi's complaints, Shiraki Shigeaki did not speak directly, but instead gestured to Baku Madarame.

The spotted tapir understood immediately and tossed a dried plum to Shiramu.

Shiraki tore open the packaging, took a bite of the dried plum, and found it both salty and sour; he still couldn't get used to the taste of the spotted tapir.

But one of Baku's catchphrases is quite fitting for this moment.

Shiraki Shigemitsu mimicked the tone of "The Liar Eater," saying, "Brother Katsumi, you're lying..."

"Huh?" Katsumi was taken aback.

Bai Mucheng grinned, "If the Divine Heart Society really wants to have a social gathering, I believe the Wu clan would be very happy to participate—but in fact, your attention is not on that at all right now, is it?"

"You just want to act 'the same as before'."

Bai Mucheng stared into Kesi's eyes, combining his master's teachings with his own, and analyzed Kesi's current situation.

"You've had so many insights and experiences lately, and you're making rapid progress."

"But years of teachings have taught you that spiritual practice requires a gradual approach, so you force yourself to calm down."

"That's why you tried to act as frivolously as before, to be a playboy."

But in reality—

Bai Mucheng raised an eyebrow. "Your excitement is practically overflowing!"

"..."

Yuji Katsumi looked at Shiraki Sei, then suddenly smiled helplessly and let out a long sigh.

"really?"

He threw the mercenary into the sea, strode towards Bai Mucheng, and his hands began to tremble involuntarily.

"Because I'm a genius, I used to always feel that I was different from others, and that no one could keep up with me..."

"But like now, there are indeed people besides my dad who can see through my lies, and that feels pretty good."

Yuji walked up to Shiramu Cheng.

The two were of similar height, their eyes met, and their eyes were faintly shining.

Their auras mingled and intertwined, blurring and distorting even the air around them, making it impossible to see the background.

Katsumi couldn't help but recall, "Not long ago, that night, I experienced a Pyrrhic victory and a crushing defeat."

"I lost to the world's number one fighter, 'Kaoru Hanayama,' three times. My teeth were broken, my ribs were shattered, and my legs were crushed before I finally won a victory."

"As for that [Fist Hero] Retsukai, I was knocked down with one blow and defeated cleanly and decisively."

Katsumi looked at his hands, his gaze deep.

"That's how battles are: you give it your all to fight against different opponents and win or lose by the hairs of a hair."

"It could be an ugly victory that barely prolongs life, or it could lead to total defeat with one wrong move."

"An unknown opponent, an unknown outcome, an unknown territory—who wins and who loses can never be determined."

"The battle was really awesome..."

Katsumi Oji slowly clenched his fist, raised his forearm, and approached Shiraki Cheng. "Brother Shiraki, you think so too, don't you?"

Shiraki Seiya clenched his fist, raised his right forearm, and bumped it against Katsumi's. "Even the little devils at my old dojo know all about this."

"……Ha ha!"

Katsumi laughed upon hearing this, scratching his head helplessly, "How embarrassing, I only found out recently."

(End of this chapter)