Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 58 This is a sure kill—

Jamie makes a surprise comeback!
—A combination of drunken boxing and breakdancing steps, it is an extremely fast and powerful series of spinning kicks!

Bang bang bang!
Kaoru Hanayama's iron fist missed its mark, leaving his chest and abdomen wide open, where he was met with a barrage of kicks from Shiraki Shigeaki, taking more than a dozen blows in just a few seconds!
boom--!
With the final kick, Kaoru Hanayama staggered back two or three steps.

Shiramu Cheng jumped up, supporting himself with one hand, and regained his standing posture, but his steps were unsteady, as if he had just been spun around and felt dizzy.

"……Well!"

Bai Mucheng suddenly pouted, his cheeks puffed out, and he tilted his head back, spitting out a mouthful of murky liquid with a "pfft".

There was blood, beer, and bits of teeth and broken glass inside.

The messy raindrops fell like raindrops, washing over Bai Mucheng's entire body, as if he had taken a cold shower, making him feel instantly refreshed.

"Pfft—! That feels so good!"

Shiraki Cheng, with his eyelids drooping like a drunkard, looked at Hanayama Kaoru and, noticing that the other woman also had a flushed face, couldn't help but slap his thigh and burst into laughter.

"Brother Huashan, I already told you the liquor is too strong and doesn't taste good..."

"..."

Kaoru Hanayama grinned, wisps of warm breath flowing from his mouth. Even though his mouth and nose were bleeding, he still felt an indescribable sense of comfort.

Just when all the onlookers thought that Kaoru Hanayama was about to throw another punch, the next second—

boom!
Kaoru Hanayama suddenly leaped into the air, using all his weight to deliver a flying spinning kick forward!
Bai Mucheng was struck hard on the side of the face by a shoe heel, and was thrown to the ground. The blood that spurted out spread out like a wreath, and the scene was so gruesome that it was terrifying!

……

……

"Is that guy a monster?!"

Tenma bit his lip, "They say it's unarmed, but the weight difference between Hanayama Kaoru and Shiraki is nearly 150 pounds, which is absolutely out of the ordinary even in the underworld!"

Even if Shiraki is faster and more skilled than him, the essence of a "fight" is ultimately about hurting each other, and the final winner is determined by "stamina"!

"A difference of 150 pounds is like wearing a full suit of armor, how are we supposed to fight like that?!"

"..."

Upon hearing Tenma's words, Kizaki suddenly chuckled.

"If it were four years ago, I probably would have already gone downstairs to celebrate my eldest son's victory, right now?"

"But I dare not now."

"Is it... a lack of confidence in my eldest son?"

Kizaki abruptly changed the subject, his voice low and menacing, “That’s not right! Even though the boss suffered his first defeat four years ago, and lost to Katsumi Guji of the Shinshinkai that night, he is still Kaoru Hanayama!”

"He is the world's number one fighter, and that will never change!"

"But, Miss Pegasus, the boss's two defeats proved to me that in this world, a duel is never truly decided until the very last moment!"

"..."

Hearing Kizaki's words, Tenma's eyes trembled.

On one hand, they were shocked by Kizaki's resolve, and on the other hand, they were surprised by what he had just said.

Is there really anyone in this world who can defeat that Hanayama Kaoru?!
Boom!Boom!thump...

Downstairs, Kaoru Hanayama overturned Shiraki Shige to the ground and brutally stomped on him repeatedly, making everyone who watched shudder with fear.

Iori Kazuka's eye twitched as she asked her friends, "Hey! Will anyone get killed? Should I call the Metropolitan Police Department?"

Tenma hoped that Kizaki's words would help him adjust his mindset. He squinted and looked closely again, then suddenly said in a deep voice, "Wait, Shiraki is still on defense!"

……

……

Whoa!

With another spinning kick, Shiraki Cheng kicked Kaname Hanayama and stood up again.

He grabbed a bottle of beer from the ground, opened it, and drank it down in one gulp. Then he smashed the bottle heavily on the ground and exhaled a puff of hot air.

"This is the third cup..."

"Huashan!" A sharp pain shot through his entire body, and Bai Mucheng could even feel his heart pounding.

What he was pursuing—that strong sense of individuality—was clearly visible at this moment, making him laugh out loud involuntarily.

That's how fighting is; as long as you want to fight, you can keep fighting!

"come!"

Bai Mucheng roared loudly.

Hua Shan readily accepted the challenge, twisting his right wrist, and with a "whoosh," he took a step forward, shouted, and threw a punch.

"?!"

Bai Mucheng's attention was heightened to the limit, blood spurted from the corner of his eye, and his piercing gaze drew a zigzag line in mid-air.

Swish!
Shiramu Cheng suddenly unleashed a low kick, then turned and crouched down, taking a step back. Relying on his extremely precise sense of distance, he dodged Hanayama Kaoru's heavy punch, disrupting his rhythm.

[Jamie's Drunken Spin]!
Kaoru Hanayama's punch missed its mark, causing him to freeze briefly.

Shiraki suddenly slid forward in a kneeling position, threw a right uppercut at Hanayama Kaoru's abdomen, and then swept his left leg across the ground, tripping Hanayama Kaoru.

"He's down! Great opportunity!"

An exclamation came from the second floor in the distance. It was unclear who had spoken, but what they said was absolutely correct.

However, to everyone's surprise, Shiraki Cheng did not pursue. He simply stood in front of Hanayama Kaoru, picked up a bottle of beer, and got back into position.

It seems they are waiting for Kaoru Hanayama to come to her senses, intending to have a fair and square confrontation at close range!
"..."

Kaoru Hanayama remained silent, then picked up another bottle of strong liquor from the ground.

At Shiraki Sei's prompting, Hanayama Kaoru also extended her left hand, placing it vertically side by side with Shiraki Sei, and touching the backs of their hands together.

With their other hands, they each opened their own bottles and took another big gulp.

chap!
Both bottles fell to the ground and shattered at the same time.

Kaoru Hanayama threw a right punch first, but Shiraki Shige raised his left hand and slapped it away. Then, aiming at Kaoru Hanayama's face, he threw three punches in quick succession with both hands, followed by a powerful arm swing that struck Kaoru Hanayama's abdomen.

Taking advantage of his opponent's loss of balance, Bai Mucheng suddenly flipped over and stood upside down, supporting himself with his hands on the ground, curling up like a spring, accumulating all his strength, and finally kicking upwards.

This is a guaranteed kill—

Jamie's Crescent Fork Cannon!
boom!
He kicked Hanayama Kaoru hard in the face with both feet.

The enormous man was lifted up by force, blood and broken teeth spraying out, before he fell back down along with his massive body.

Wow!

This time, it was finally Kaoru Hanayama's turn to fall to the ground, flattening the iron frame beneath him, and lying on his back amidst the mess of wine.

However, none of those who witnessed the battle felt sorry for the scene, nor did any of them look away.

Sure enough—Kaoru Hanayama stood up again!
Blood was flowing from his mouth and nose, but his breathing remained steady.

He kicked off his leather shoes, loosened his tie, and then grabbed his collar and yanked it.

Hiss!

That expensive white suit and shirt were all torn to shreds by Kaoru Hanayama, and even his pants were ripped open, leaving him with only a white yakuza-style loincloth.

The exposed flesh was truly exaggerated to the extreme, with evenly distributed and well-developed muscles, and the skin covered with scars and gunshot wounds of all sizes.

It's unbelievable that the owner of this body is a nineteen-year-old boy!

What shocked onlookers the most was what lay behind Kaoru Hanayama—

What a huge full-back tattoo!

The tattoo depicts a burly man carrying a bronze bell on his back. His posture is fierce, and his expression is like that of a demon reborn. He is standing amidst the wind and waves, desperately protecting the bronze bell behind him.

But if that's all there is to it, then it's just a very nice-looking tattoo.

However, Kaoru Hanayama's back is covered with knife scars, with each wound cutting through her skin, causing the pattern to be slightly misaligned and making it look particularly ferocious.

The onlookers were terrified.

"What's with his tattoo?! It looks like a Picasso painting!!!"

(End of this chapter)