Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 98 Sonic Fist! (Next Chapter: The Final Battle!)

"Look...look at their right leg!"

One of the bystanders, dressed in black, was the first to exclaim in surprise.

All eyes turned to him, and they saw a conspicuous scar on the calves of both Shiraki Sei and Guji Katsumi.

The skin around their calves was clearly severely damaged, with large areas of skin lesions, as if it had exploded.

The newly formed skin is lighter in color, creating a noticeable color difference with the ankles and knees.

Among them, Yuji Katsumi's scar is shallower, while Shiroki Masaru's is slightly deeper, which obviously indicates that the recovery time after the injury is different.

Although they were all treated well, so that no unsightly wrinkles were left, it is not hard to imagine how horrific the injuries must have been; just looking at them is enough to send chills down your spine!

Could those extremely similar severe injuries have been inflicted by the same person?
Shiraki Shō and Guji Katsumi—what terrifying monsters did these two fighters, who fought to the death, face?!
……

"—Kaoru Hanayama!"

Mo Tang Hou bared his teeth and growled, uttering the name he could never forget.

"In the second round of the major tournament held in the basement of Tokyo Dome, Director Katsumi fought against Kaoru Hanayama and endured the 'grip strike' from that expert fighter!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Fengshui's eyes twitched involuntarily. "That foolish and ruthless man..."

Wu Fengshui did not witness the fight between Shiraki Sei and Hanayama Kaoru firsthand, but he had heard it from several other people.

It was a fierce and terrifying battle.

Even with his throat damaged, Kaoru Hanayama still stood firm, holding his breath and continuing to throw punches until he and the severely injured Shiraki Shoichi collapsed and passed out on the sofa.

Some have commented that the fight between Shiraki Sei and Hanayama Kaoru was evenly matched, but in reality, it's hard to call this a typical draw.

Kaoru Hanayama endured all of Shiraki Sei's blows, drank heavily, and finally collapsed drunkenly, suffocating.

Although it fits Hanayama Kaoru's fighting aesthetics, for Shiraki Shō, it cannot be called the result of a "battle".

Therefore, Shiraki Sei never felt that he and Hanayama Kaoru were evenly matched.

"...What was the result of that match?"

Wu Fengshui looked at Mo Tanghou and asked in confusion, "What was the result of the battle between Yudi Keji and Huashan Xun?"

"Director Katsumi won!" Suedo Atsushi took a deep breath and looked at Guji Katsumi. "It was he who defeated that upright and indomitable man!"

Upon hearing this, Akiyama Kaede asked in astonishment, "There was such a competition... So, in that night's tournament, Katsumi Goji won the final victory?"

"……Do not."

Suedo Atsushi shook his head in denial, "Gym Leader Katsumi fell in the next round—in his battle against [Fist of Fury] Retsu Kaioh, and the one who ultimately became the champion was a seventeen-year-old boy—Baki Hanma!"

"..."

Akiyama Kaede's emotions remained unsettled for a long time.

At the same time, Wu Fengshui gripped the railing tightly, staring intently at Yudi Keji's movements.

Just how terrifying must a technique be to defeat Hanayama Kaoru!?

……

……

Yuji Katsumi retracted his kick, stood still, and made his final breathing adjustments.

"Brother Bai Mu, I know you won't refuse."

"Let's settle this with this!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng remained silent, also adjusting his breathing. Beads of sweat mixed with blood on his forehead, spreading a faint crimson hue.

Katsumi's expression remained calm. "I have come to realize that, facing you, I cannot say for sure that I will win, and all I can do is use all my strength."

"Your strong will and unparalleled fighting spirit allow you to discard all unconsciousness and completely control your body in battle."

"You are really strong..."

"But I think the path to strength for me is to devote my whole being to karate, and to dedicate everything to martial arts."

Chi...

Yudi Kesi steps forward with his left foot, stands sideways, extends his left arm naturally forward, pulls his right arm back, and faces upward with his palm.

"And what I'm going to use now—the last move I gave to Kaoru Hanayama—is everything I have up to now, and the final summary of what I can do now."

"..."

Snapped!
Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out. The onlookers were puzzled and looked in the direction of the sound, only to find that Katsumi had already thrown out his right fist.

When did he throw his punch? Why didn't I see it?!
"...Isn't the tone fantastic?"

Yuji's breathing became steady, and he spat out the blood foam from his mouth.

"A master whip practitioner can create a loud cracking sound in the air when he swings his whip."

"That is, the sound of the whip's end—the sound an object makes when it exceeds the speed of sound, that is, the sound of breaking the sound barrier..."

Katsumi withdrew his fist, his movements slow and steady, revealing even the way his joints moved.

"From bottom to top—link all the joints together, counting from the toes and big toes upwards."

"From the big toe to the ankle, from the ankle to the knee, from the knee to the hip, from the hip to the waist, from the waist to the shoulder, from the shoulder to the elbow, and from the elbow to the fist..."

"If we can successfully accelerate all eight joints at the same time, a 'miracle' can be created!"

Snapped!
Katsumi Goji threw another punch, still impossible to see clearly.

Even ordinary people who don't understand fighting can tell that it's not the sound of a normal punch, but more like the sound of a whip being cracked!
clap clap clap!
The repeated punches echoed through the night on the deck with strange noises.

"That is……"

Wu Fengshui, relying on her excellent eyesight, was able to barely see the truth.

What Katsumi Yuji did was to generate power from the ground and accelerate the punch by linking the eight joints in his body, thus increasing the speed of his punch to the extreme, eventually making it comparable to the speed of sound!
To truly execute this seemingly ordinary punch, one needs not only rigorous training but also superhuman athletic ability and unimaginable physical coordination.

Only that genius-level ultimate weapon—Katsumi Inochi—could possibly do it!

That was a punch that could be considered the ultimate crystallization of modern sports—

Sonic punch!

"..."

Wu Fengshui paused, then suddenly asked Mo Tanghou, "That boxer, how did he defeat Yuji Katsumi's Sonic Fist?"

Suedo Atsushi recalled, "Retsu Kaioh—before the Sonic Fist was used, he first used his breath to distract Katsumi Katsumi's eyes, and won the victory with his carefully designed tactics!"

Wu Fengshui understood, "In other words, even after defeating the Sea King who had defeated Yuji Katsumi, he did not choose to confront this technique head-on."

Suedo Atsushi nodded. "After all, that's a fist that could crush Hanayama Kaoru..."

"..."

Now that things have come to this, it seems that who is supporting whom is no longer so important.

Both Wu Fengshui and Mo Tanghou wanted to see the end and witness the outcome of this battle.

……

……

Facing Xiang Yuji, Shiraki Cheng assumed a stance, employing the battlefield fighting style of Guile, maintaining the [Engine] state.

Yuji could tell that they were adopting a defensive counter-attacking stance.

He understood that Bai Mucheng did not intend to delay or run away, but rather to defend and dodge!

"Brother Bai Mu..."

Yudi Keji stepped forward, his eight joints working in unison, and unleashed a rapid-fire punch.

Snapped!
boom--!
A crisp cracking sound, mixed with the dull thud of a fist striking a body, erupted together.

In an instant, Bai Mucheng was knocked back by the punch, his whole body flying backward and crashing heavily into the cargo box behind him, sinking in completely with a "crash".

With just one punch, he sent the 97kg Bai Mucheng flying and even smashed the wooden box behind him!

"Ahem!"

Bai Mucheng coughed up blood, tears streaming down his face. Blood spurted from his mouth and nose, leaving gruesome bloodstains on his body.

The intense pain spread throughout his body, causing his trembling pupils to stabilize, forcing him to exit [engine] mode.
Will we lose?
Is he going to lose?!

Wow!

Bai Mucheng lifted the pieces of wood off his body to steady himself.

This was the last thing he could do with his remaining strength; it was the last time he stood up.

　The next chapter: The Decisive Battle!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)