Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 93 A Terrifying Miracle
The ultimate weapon of karate—Katsumi Guji—roared, announcing his victory.

"...I will win!"

He slowly extended his left arm and left leg forward, stood sideways, his posture became more stable, and his gaze became more focused.

"Wrestling, military combat, boxing, karate..."

“Brother Bai Mu, every single thing you have learned has the potential to be mastered to the highest level and reach the pinnacle.”

“I am not against learning from others’ strengths, after all, I have similar ideas.”

"But in the end, I still want to go further in karate, to use all my energy to 'explore' and to 'complete' as much as possible."

Yudi Keji looked at Bai Mucheng.

“But you are different, Brother Shiraki—you are not absorbing insights, but genuinely ‘learning’ those moves.”

"This is what makes you so terrifying, and also your greatest weakness."

"We both study other styles, but you lack a core principle like 'karate,' making it impossible for you to connect and integrate what you've learned!"

Therefore, you will lose!

Swish!
As soon as he finished speaking, Yuji Katsumi stepped forward and charged forward, no longer probing but launching a full-scale attack without reservation.

A straight punch, a kick, an elbow strike, a knee strike, a karate chop...

Push off the ground and jump – a flying kick!

Bang bang bang!
A dazzling flurry of punches and kicks aimed at Bai Mucheng, delivering a series of powerful blows that sent blood splattering everywhere.

At first, Shiramu Cheng was able to easily handle the attacks, and even occasionally launched a counterattack.

However, as the combo continued, Shiraki Cheng could only defend, and was even retreating step by step. It was only a matter of time before his defense was breached!
……

……

"Oops!"

Wu Fengshui, who was observing from the sidelines, also noticed the crux of the problem.

What Katsumi said was not that Shiraki Sho "only knew how to imitate," but that Shiraki Sho "learned everything" that he wanted to learn.

This is certainly frightening, but it also sows the seeds of future problems.

Without a "backbone," so many techniques simply cannot be integrated together, and gaps will remain in the connection between them.

Although Shiraki Sei's learning ability is extremely strong, making the gaps between his moves so small that ordinary fighters cannot detect them, the situation is quite different when facing a top-tier expert like Guji Katsumi!

Wu Fengshui frowned deeply.

"Shiraki knew the principle that 'those who learn live, those who imitate die,' so when he was training, he also focused on learning the principles behind the moves and tried his best to understand them."

"Even so, Shiraki's training time was still too short when facing the 'ultimate weapon' who had been learning karate since childhood!"

"..."

Hearing Wu Fengshui's words, Ye Xingfei Gu Yi was puzzled, "Is Lord Bai Mu's training time very short? Judging from his physique and skills, it is obviously the result of long-term training."

Wu Fengshui explained in a deep voice, "Several years ago, Bai Muqin contracted boxing-related illness and only recently recovered, resulting in a gap of several years."

"I see, the gap in employment is indeed fatal, but—"

Nightwalker abruptly changed the subject, sighing softly, "He really is terrifying..."

Wu Fengshui was taken aback. "What?"

The old gentleman smiled slightly, keeping the young girl in suspense.

But Galo, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it and explained directly, "Boxing disease, to put it bluntly, is chronic intracranial hemorrhage, which is an incurable disease."

"That Shiraki, to recover from such a terminal illness—that in itself is very strange!"

Wu Fengshui was taken aback again, "...Huh?"

Influenced by the wildly optimistic nature of Shiraki's younger sister, Sakurai Arisa, Wu Fengshui hadn't really paid much attention to this before, simply considering it a miracle.

But now that I think about it, the body that could give birth to such a miracle—or more accurately, the "brain"—was just as terrifying as Katsumi's "talent"!
"Shiraki's brain..."

……

……

boom!
Katsumi finally found an opening, parted Shiraki's defenses, and kicked him in the thigh. Without pausing, Katsumi continued his attack, kicking Shiraki in the abdomen.

Each kick was higher than the last, each kick heavier than the last.

Shiraki Cheng bent over in pain, trying to reduce the area he was hit.

But Katsumi took the opportunity to lift his foot and step on Shiraki's shoulder, using the force to smash his right knee into Shiraki's face.

Boom!
Bai Mucheng looked up at the sky, blood spurting from his mouth and nose in an arch shape.

At the same time, Katsumi, with his superhuman physical abilities, jumped even higher and was now directly above Shiraki.

The left elbow bends downwards, and the force is brought down.

Boom!
Bai Mucheng's face was hit squarely, and he fell backward to the ground with a loud "boom". His pupils trembled uncontrollably, his mouth was slightly open and he was almost in a daze. The deck beneath him was dented.

"Sure enough, he used his waist and abdomen as a springboard, stepped on the shoulders, and then delivered a knee strike!"

Mo Tanghou's eyes widened immediately.

Although he had seen similar moves in the competition that night, no matter how many times he saw them, he would still be amazed by the "science fiction" of this move!

To use this move, in addition to having top-notch physical talent, one must also train to the point of almost going mad!
Mo Tanghou swallowed hard. "Is the outcome already decided...?"

no!
Katsumi did not choose to pursue, but instead sensed something was amiss and remained on guard.

He tentatively took a step forward, and after only a short distance, he saw Bai Mucheng brace himself with his back and one foot while kicking upward with his other leg.

Jamie's bent-over leg!
Swish!
Having anticipated this, Yuji Katsumi skillfully dodged the kick and took two steps back.

Looking down, one could see that the front of the taekwondo uniform had been kicked open.

He looked up again and saw that Bai Mucheng had stood up, his body slightly hunched, his face covered in bright red blood, which even covered his eyes, making him look extremely tragic.

"Wow, that's impressive, Brother Shiraki."

Katsumi Guji exclaimed in genuine admiration, "Even when you're knocked unconscious, you can still instinctively use your moves. This isn't just ordinary imitation; you truly are an extraordinary fighter..."

"In other words, this is a battle to find weaknesses!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng's arms hung limply, and his eyes, stained red with blood, slowly opened, their brightness somewhat eerie.

"……What did you say?"

He seemed not to understand what Katsumi was saying and couldn't help but ask a question, his voice hoarse.

Katsumi Yuchi maintained his stance, spat out a mouthful of blood, and said with a faint smile, "I mean, what follows is a contest of skill."

"If you compare your technique to '1', then I think my karate is at least '1.1', right?"

"...At least in individual skills, I am at least 0.1 points better than you."

Yuji Katsumi's gaze was focused.

“Brother Bai Mu, your choice is correct—entrust your body to your skills, devote yourself to the techniques you have learned, and move unconsciously.”

"Whether it's wrestling, military combat, boxing, or karate..."

"Put yourself into the skills, gradually integrate everything, use them subconsciously, and transform them into a seamless playing style."

Katsumi Oji slowly clenched his fist, gradually becoming excited. "And I will attack with all my might, using my karate—using that 0.1 advantage over yours—to find your weakness!"

Let's settle this with this!

"..."

Shiraki Cheng quietly watched Yuji Katsumi, his eyes flickering, from which one could almost see that his consciousness was racing wildly, causing changes within his "brain".

"You seem to have made a mistake."

"Unconscious moves, seamless fighting style... none of that is right."

Bai Mucheng's eyes trembled slightly, high pressure echoed in his brain, and a few drops of bloody tears squeezed out from the corners of his eyes. More blood flowed from his broken nose and mouth.

He suddenly grinned, his smile twisted and menacing, with a kind of conscious distortion.

"What you are about to see is a stronger consciousness, a more extreme playing style..."

(End of this chapter)