Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 9 Rising Dragon
A man named Shigeru Akagi said something inexplicable.

Is "winning by successfully dodging" inferior to "winning outright"? But if one can win cleanly and decisively, why would anyone bother to dodge?
Strange questions welled up in his mind, causing Bai Mucheng's consciousness to race, and many thoughts came to mind in an instant.

Based on his memories, if it really is "that Akagi Shigeru," then he would not have lost him without reason, and he might have even noticed something.

Is it a "deep error" that even you haven't figured out?
"..."

Bai Mucheng seemed to be deep in thought, vaguely touching on some key point, and his breathing became increasingly heavy.

Suddenly, a loud shout from the side woke up Shiraki Cheng.

"elder brother!"

Shiraki's eyes darted around, noticing Komada's movement. He quickly stepped back to dodge Komada's mid-section whip kick.

The boots, stuffed with iron plates, swept through the air with a whooshing sound.

Komada's movements faltered slightly after his attack missed, presenting a perfect opportunity for a counterattack. However, Shiraki simply stood still, panting, and even briefly lost in thought.

……

……

"What's going on? Hurry up and attack!"

"Hey! Are you deliberately stalling for time? Kill them!"

"Komada, kick him to death!"

The stalemate continued, which made the spectators increasingly frustrated, and insults were heard from outside the stadium.

Seeing that the atmosphere was about to become awkward, the referee waved his hand repeatedly and urged, "Continue!"

"..."

Seeing that Shiraki remained unmoved, Komada finally grew annoyed.

"Shutting around like this is so boring... Hey! How long are you going to keep hiding?"

"I'll finish you off with one punch, so bring it on!"

Swish!
Komada slid forward and threw a left straight punch as a feint, the force of which hit Shiraki's face.

Bai Mucheng simply let his arms hang down, opened his eyes wearily, and looked relieved.

"……I see."

With bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, he suddenly laughed, "That's right, what Takashi wanted to teach me, and what Akagi said—I know where I went wrong."

“I forgot a feeling that I should have.”

“Whenever you're fighting, you should have that feeling, but I kept trying to avoid it—that's where I went wrong. Even if I had the upper hand at the beginning, I couldn't win; I would only keep losing.”

How can a fighting style that requires 'dodging and then winning' possibly compare to 'winning directly'?

"..."

Hearing Shiraki Cheng mutter to himself, Komada felt a sudden, inexplicable unease and decided not to say anything more.

He steadied himself and suddenly threw a powerful right straight punch, intending to completely defeat the madman in front of him.

The next moment——

Ode!
A sickening cracking sound rang out, and drops of blood splattered onto the arena.

The spectators stared wide-eyed at the scene before them, completely bewildered by what had just happened.

Komada maintained his right straight punch stance, and his fist did not miss, striking Shiraki Sho head-on.

However, Komada's two forearm bones—the ulna and radius—were completely broken at this moment. The broken bone spurs pierced through the skin and were clearly visible, making his entire right forearm half the length of its length!
“——Hmm?!”

Komada felt a sharp pain in his forearm, his pupils trembled uncontrollably, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his body.

Bai Mucheng's forehead was also broken, leaving a gash. In addition, he suffered a severe blow to the head, and blood even flowed from the corner of his eye, mixing with the blood on his forehead and drawing horrifying red lines on his face.

"Komada-kun, does it hurt?"

"I almost forgot what...pain felt like."

Shiramu Cheng grinned, his mouth stained with blood. "I always wanted to 'dodge'—dodge Ryu's fists, dodge your attacks, dodge the feeling of pain. Even if I couldn't dodge, I still wanted to dodge, but that's why I missed my chance to win."

"In the end, how can someone who can't even bear a little pain have a chance to win?"

……

...Such a bloody scene stunned Yusa, who was watching from the sidelines, and she couldn't understand it for a moment. "What...did my brother do?"

"It's a 'counter-punch'."

Garuda answered, "There is a boxing technique that, through purposeful anticipation, allows you to strike first the instant your opponent throws a punch, using the time difference to achieve a decisive victory."

"The combined force of both punches not only affects the puncher's own movement but also returns the opponent's punching force, further amplifying the striking effect."

"..."

On the other side, veins bulged near Wu Fengshui's eyes, greatly enhancing his eyesight thanks to the Wu clan's special technology—Liberation.

She added, "In boxing, there's also a technique where you take a punch to the forehead."

"Shiraki combined the two moves, accelerating ahead of Komada the moment he threw a full-force punch, and rammed his forehead into Komada's fist."

"The combined force of the two created a tremendous impact, which ultimately broke Komada's forearm."

Wu Fengshui couldn't help but get excited as he licked his lips, "Speaking of which, whether it's 'standing stance' or 'sprinting steps,' Shiraki's technique is quite interesting..."

"..."

……

The three girls chatted enthusiastically.

Meanwhile, the two adults standing to the side—Katahara Metsudou and Akagi Shigeru—were discussing the matter from a different perspective.

"Hehehe, I wasn't wrong, was I?"

"Yes, it is indeed very beautiful." Akagi smiled faintly, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "I can now roughly understand the enjoyment of watching the so-called 'Kengan Tournament'."

Mie Tang quickly pressed, "What is it?"

"……smell."

Akagi uttered a strange word, then asked Metsudo, "Speaking of the most delicious thing, what do you think it is?"

Mie Tang chuckled and said, "If you ask me, the answer is meat, and sweets, of course."

"Hehe, that's true."

Akagi, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, said, "But for me, there are flavors I prefer."

"Take mahjong for example—there are some crazy guys in this world who are obsessed with this game and bet their entire fortune and even their lives on the gambling table..."

"Whether they are smart or stupid, their desire to win is equally intense."

"So, in that crucial game that decides the outcome, some people will fight tooth and nail, exhausting all their brainpower to make a decision, then hesitate and waver, and finally think, 'This is the one...'"

"Playing that card is like playing your own soul."

"—It's like eating a person's heart."

"Perhaps a punch in the arena, the moment it's thrown, can also emit the same 'flavor'..."

Shigeru Akagi finished his cigarette, looked back at the ring, and murmured softly, "It's over."

……

……

Komada's right arm was completely destroyed. Driven by excruciating pain and rage, veins bulged on his forehead, and with an impulse to beat Shiraki to death, he swung his left fist forward with all his might.

However, it is indeed over.

Komada's movements were severely unbalanced and distorted, while Shiraki, although he had little strength left and his face was covered with bloodstains, still maintained a steady stance and breath.

In Shiraki's eyes, once again, Takashi and Komada's fists came at the same time!
After "correctly facing" Ryu's punch, Shiraki Cheng's movements naturally changed in order to "correctly respond" again, and a new move took shape in his mind.

"call……"

Squat slightly to gather strength, with your legs in a lunge position. Extend your left hand forward for balance, and clench your right fist at your waist.

The instant Komada and Takashi stepped into attack range—

Bai Mucheng's legs suddenly pushed off the ground, his body straightened like a spring, and he threw a powerful right uppercut upwards.

【Rising Dragon Fist】!
The fist bypassed Komada's arm and struck his chest with a dull thud.

Boom!
(End of this chapter)