Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 281 [Southern Comet]

【Dijer Stomp Beat】——

After causing the opponent to stagger, stomp on their knee, then use the momentum to lift the other foot and stomp on the opponent's face, thus creating a suppressive throw.

Unlike Ryu's "Back Throw" or Sagat's "Tiger Slam," this move isn't strictly a "slam," but it's combined with striking techniques and has an extremely fast start.

And there's another point—

Thanks to Shiraki Shona's excellent balance and body coordination, this move can be stopped at any time and beautifully displayed to the audience!
"Haha, the scenery is really nice!"

Shiraki stepped on Hosei's left knee with his right foot, then placed his left foot on Hosei's face. His eyes darted around as he glanced at her, and he grinned.
"House, I can also do the German bridge throw, but I can't stop once I pick you up, so I'll have to use some nicer striking techniques!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, veins bulged on Hose's forehead.

He steadied himself by kneeling, then opened his arms wide and grabbed at Bai Mucheng's left calf.

The next second—

Snapped!
Shiraki pushed off with his left foot, kicking Hoose in the face and sending him flying. Hoose rolled several times on the ring before Shiraki used the momentum to jump back.

despair……

The white wooden support landed steadily, restoring the fighting stance.

Upon closer inspection, Shiraki Cheng's movements were much more relaxed than usual. He was still standing sideways, but his arms were not close to his body; instead, they were loosely raised with clenched fists.

……

Shibukawa, a man of wide experience and knowledge, grinned and said, "Ah, is it a kickboxing-like move? Shiraki-kun knows this too!"

Tibetan Quwu also came over and exclaimed, "Kickboxing like this? The moves are so gorgeous!"

……

On the field.

After delivering the first blow, Shiraki Cheng did not pursue the attack, but waited for Hose to recover and stand up on the ring again.

"How about it, Hosei-kun? The rhythm I created by pedaling..."

"Although it was just practice, and my rhythm wasn't as good as my master's, that move was still pretty cool, right?"

As he spoke, Bai Mucheng looked around.

To his disappointment, most of the audience members were stunned and hadn't even recovered from the counterattack, so there was little cheering.

"Mmm~~~~!"

Shiraki weighed his feet. "As expected, one time is not enough. For a wrestling debut match, it's too boring to decide the winner with one blow."

"spit!"

Hose spat out the blood and foam from her mouth, rubbing her throbbing chin. "You held back, huh?"

As a professional wrestler, he could clearly sense that Shiraki Cheng had held back his power in his final kick and had deliberately given up the opportunity to pursue.

"No wonder he can get along so well with Mr. Muishi..."

Hose lowered her center of gravity. "I already know your strength—I can't beat you, but that's okay!"

Shiramu Cheng tilted his head and replied, "After all, it's professional wrestling, so we have to make the audience happy."

"Phew—just what I wanted!"

Hose exhaled a large breath of hot air and charged towards Shiraki again.

Swish!
He stretched out his two large hands, grabbed Bai Mucheng's left shoulder and left wrist respectively, and pushed him forward, trying to press him against the ring ropes.

Bai Mucheng took a half step back, then suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen, bending forward and thrusting forward.

Zangief's headbutt!
"Dash!"

The fighter's flexibility is amazing, so Shiraki was able to easily strike Hosei's face with his forehead.

boom!
With a muffled thud, Hose was hit so hard that blood spurted from her nose. She felt a soreness in her face and instinctively leaned back.

Shiraki bent down, hooked his hands around Hoose's ankles, and then lay back down, using Hoose's entire left leg as a fulcrum, and pushed off Hoose's back with his feet.

This move should have involved grabbing the arm and kicking the opponent's body, but Shiraki grabbed Hosse's ankle and kicked her in the back, making good use of the move.

Reverse—

[Lombard Pitch]!
Swish!
Shiraki pushed off with his right foot, sending Hosei flying and crashing into the ring ropes behind them, thus switching their positions.

Hose crashed into the ropes, the immense force producing a highly elastic echo.

Boom~~~~!

The muscular wrestler braced himself, was thrown into the air by the ropes, spun backward, and fell to the ground with his back hitting the ring.

"Ugh!!"

Hose let out a low growl, coughed up some saliva, and was so dizzy from the swaying that he lay sprawled on his back on the ring.

"Ha ha……"

Bai Mucheng lowered his arms and slowly paced on the ring.

"I know a little bit of everything, not just kickboxing, but also karate, Russian wrestling, boxing, and so on."

There was still no pursuit! This time, the audience finally reacted and their emotions were much higher, especially the group of professional wrestlers, who all burst into exclamations.

"Hose got thrown out again?"

"Unlike the masters, it's a simpler and more brutal slam!"

"Great job, buddy!"

"..."

These shouts gave Bai Mucheng a great sense of satisfaction, and his muscles felt hot all over. He felt like he hadn't heard such shouts in a long time.

He raised his hands and slammed them together, making a crisp sound.

Snapped--!
The clapping continued unabated, the rhythm quickening as if urging Hose to stand up quickly, prompting the audience to join in.

Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap…

The resounding claps echoed throughout the stadium, igniting a vibrant atmosphere.

Wu Fengshui, Sonoda, professional wrestlers, judo club members... even those from Sichuan and Tibet all raised their hands in agreement!
"..."

Hose slowly stood up.

At the same time, Bai Mucheng clapped his hands with a smile, letting the ink dotted lines surge faster.

This enthusiastic atmosphere piqued the master's interest.

A strong "superstar" figure emerged amidst the cheers of the audience, leaning against a pillar in the corner of the ring, and then dancing forward to the rhythm of the clapping.

She had dreadlocks, wore a headband, and was dressed in a bright red and yellow beach short-sleeved shirt paired with trendy green trousers.

Sunglasses, gold chain, headphones, boxing gloves—he had it all!

His name is "Dee Jay"!

A Jamaican fighter nicknamed "Southern Comet" and an international dance music superstar.

Sunny, cheerful, and enthusiastic, she loves music and fighting, and is always coming up with exciting new songs or figuring out how to perform in a way that will get the audience excited.

{…}
Seeing his apprentice clapping to stir up the audience's emotions, Dijon pulled down his sunglasses and grinned, revealing his white teeth.

Oh! You want to win the applause of your fans?
{Baby, I don't want to be rude, but it's a bit difficult for you!}
Dij's ink-wash-like silhouette wandered through Hosei, Tibet, and around many professional wrestlers.

Do you know what kind of hard work they put in behind the scenes to win the audience's applause?
Admiring a superstar adored by millions and becoming a superstar are two completely different things.
{…}
As she spoke, Hose stood up, panting as she stared at Shiraki.

Bai Mucheng smiled helplessly, "This isn't a math problem, don't be so meticulous, Master."

OKOK!
Dije, hands on hips, said, "You're so persistent, I really admire you, Baby. Let's have an audition then!"
"Great, fantastic!"

Shiraki raised a thumb high, gesturing to Hose and the entire audience, his emotions reaching their peak.

"..."

Hose steadied her breathing and let out a deep, heavy growl, "Ooh ooh ooh!"

He strode forward, entering Bai Mucheng's attack range, and was met with two fast punches, both of which were blocked by his solid muscles.

Boom!

Seeing that his two punches had failed, Shiraki moved back and circled around Hose on the ring, launching quick attacks at each other from time to time.

Bang bang bang!
The two exchanged blows continuously, creating a dazzling spectacle.

The atmosphere was just right, and Dijon couldn't help but snap his fingers.

{Yo! Yo! I'm Dijon, and this is my style of dance.}
If you're a dreamer, stand tall.
If you don't want to give up, you have to start.
Do it!
Dijon clenched his fist, gesturing to Shiraki, "C'mon, Let's dance!"
"brake!"

Shiraki stepped forward to greet Hosei.

Hose, as before, attacked with both hands, seemingly without any change in her moves, still grabbing Shiraki's left arm.

But this time, when Shiraki tried to break free, Hosei suddenly leaned back and used the strength of a wrestler's waist and abdomen to throw Shiraki away.

Swish!
Bai Mucheng was thrown backward and staggered, crashing into the ring ropes, disrupting his offensive rhythm.

Dijon waved his hand helplessly.

{NO, NO, NO, Baby, this won't do.}
Follow your Rhythm! Move with your own Rhythm!
bass……

Shiraki used his back muscles to spring himself off the ropes, lowered his center of gravity to the lowest point, and lunged forward to hug Hose's waist and abdomen.

Zangief-Siberian Express!
Swish!
Shiraki gripped Hosei tightly with both hands, using a Russian wrestling throw to flip him over and deliver a powerful bomb slam, slamming his back heavily onto the ring.

Boom!

Haha—OK, OK!
Dijk clapped repeatedly, and the spectators couldn't help but shout their praises.

"—!!"

There were no outsiders present, so anyone could see that the combat practice was a mismatch between the two sides, with Shiraki Sei having the upper hand from beginning to end.

But even so...

Even so, it still managed to get the audience excited, making them want to relive the exciting moments again and again!

"Those two are truly fantastic!"

Zangdi Quwu crossed his arms, exchanged a glance with Shechuan beside him, and laughed loudly, "Practice over!"

(End of this chapter)