Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 92 Intertwined
Wow…

Shiramu Cheng was sent flying by a punch, falling backward and sliding a considerable distance on the deck.

His nasal mucosa was damaged, and the inside of his mouth was also scratched by his teeth, causing blood to gush out and smear all over his face.

"Cough—ah!"

Bai Mucheng felt his entire face ache, covered in blood, and he had difficulty breathing, as if he was about to drown.

He groaned and tried to stand up, only to find that the entire deck floor was heading straight for him.

Pfft!
The deck slammed into Bai Mucheng's face, the pain leaving him somewhat dazed, his senses thrown into a state of indescribable chaos.

What is this...

Bai Mucheng braced himself with his hands on the ground, forcing his muscles to strain, and stood up again with a grimace, only to stumble and fall back down onto the ground.

—?!

The sharp pain in his jaw, along with the dizziness in his brain, made Bai Mucheng realize the truth.

So that's it, it was his chin that got hit...

……

Katsumi Yuchi remained in a punching motion.

Upon closer inspection, it's not hard to see that his fist wasn't simply clenched; there were subtle changes in the details.

The little finger, ring finger, and middle finger are bent normally and tucked inward into the palm.

The thumb rests against the middle of the index finger, maintaining this foundation, causing the index finger joint to subtly protrude, giving the fist an "angular" appearance.

"That...that is...!!"

Modo Atsushi's eyes widened in astonishment. "That's not a normal straight punch. There's no such 'grip' in karate!"

He recalled what Gara had just said, "That's the grip of a 'fist technique'? The general... could it be that he also changed his normal fist technique?!"

"also?"

Baku caught the word, “It sounds like your Divine Heart Society has a very open atmosphere, unlike those rule-abiding sects in the movies.”

"Indeed, after all, the first curator was such a person."

With his arms crossed, Mo Tanghou recalled helplessly, "Back then, he suddenly told us that his fist grip for decades had been wrong, which gave us a huge shock!"

"But if you think about it carefully, technology is something that only becomes powerful when it keeps developing; things that stop progressing are just souvenirs."

"By the way..."

Suedo Atsushi looked at Guji Katsumi and asked, "Was that new 'fist technique' grip also learned from the first headmaster?"

"..."

Upon hearing Modochi's words, Yuchi Katsumi suddenly laughed.

"Hey, Mo Tang, your observation skills aren't sharp enough!"

"The Foolish One-Way Stance - My father's fist grip was created based on the original form of human beings at birth, without the slightest hint of killing intent."

"How could I have learned such a strong killing intent from him?"

"Ultimately, my ideas are different from his—Yudi Dubu's…"

Katsumi looked at his fist and said in a deep voice:
“After the competition that night, my father, Yuji Doppo, believed that modern karate had lost to ancient martial arts and was not qualified to continue teaching disciples. Therefore, he exiled himself and left the Shinshinkai.”

"But I have a different perspective on karate!"

Yuchi Katsumi clenched his fist again.

"In the contest with Retsu Kaioh, I was defeated and knocked down with a single blow."

"Therefore, I will plagiarize the four-thousand-year history of boxing, fully absorb its essence, and race against time to complete the true modern karate!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, the onlookers exchanged bewildered glances.

Suedou Atsushi couldn't help but scratch his chin, his face slightly flushed. "General, aren't you being a bit too blunt..."

Katsumi Yoji didn't care at all. "Can you believe it? When the Kanto Plain was still underwater, martial arts practitioners were already killing each other." "That's why I made up my mind to invite Retsukai-oh to be a teacher at the Shinshin-kai."

Katsumi Oji raised an eyebrow and gestured to Atsushi Suedo, "After the underground boxing matches are over, don't forget to go to the Shinshin-kai for a lecture!"

Suedang Atsushi sighed helplessly, "I know, General. By the way, you're still in the competition..."

"Of course I know about that kind of thing, which is why I'm 'waiting'."

Yuji wiped the blood from his nose, looked left and right, and finally picked up a table leg not far away and threw it at the white wooden stool lying on its back.

Swish!
Jamie's bent-over leg!
Bai Mucheng suddenly raised his hips and kicked the table leg high into the air, its landing point unknown.

If Yuji were to approach rashly, it would be him, not the table leg, that gets kicked!
"see that!"

Katsumi Guji smiled and gestured to the crowd, "That guy isn't someone you can knock out with one punch!"

As he spoke, Bai Mucheng had already stood up unsteadily.

His chin was struck by Katsumi's index finger knuckle, causing his brain to vibrate inside his skull. He couldn't shake off the dizziness, and blood was dripping down his face.

"..."

"What kind of competition is this?!"

Kaiji Ito was utterly bewildered, and his intense astonishment made him blurt out, "One person turns their back on the enemy and runs away, while the other, knowing they'll be countered, still doesn't dodge—is that even considered fighting?!"

"...Yes, of course it counts."

Shiraki Cheng staggered as he looked back at Kaiji.

"If there really was a chance to be punched by Mohammed Ali or Iron Mike, I don't think anyone would refuse, right?"

"That's a fist worth tens of millions of dollars!"

"This is a rare opportunity; how can I be content if I don't give it a try..."

That being said, the excruciating pain and dizziness were real, and I couldn't bear it any longer.

Faced with the same dizziness, Shiraki Cheng did not procrastinate like Katsumi, but tried to adapt to it. His steps were unsteady as his center of gravity shifted, and he adopted Jamie's drunken boxing stance, with his ten fingers slightly spread.

"Great, fantastic, you've managed to adjust!"

"..."

Yuji Katsumi readily accepted the challenge, bracing his fists front and back, and slid forward.

Just one step away, Katsumi suddenly jumped up, aimed at Shiraki's neck, and kicked out with his left foot.

In the same instant, Bai Mucheng had already squatted down to the side, supporting himself with his hands on the ground as he spun and kicked, his body sliding forward along the ground.

Jamie makes a surprise comeback!
The Thomas Flair, derived from street dance moves, combined with the posture of Drunken Fist, is not as powerful as Katsumi's Flying Kick, but it is faster and has more combos!
Swish!
Shiraki and Guji's figures crossed paths, one above the other, each dodging the other's special moves, barely grazing each other's skin.

"..."

When he got up again, there were obvious red marks on Shiraki Cheng's thigh and Yuji Katsumi's forearm, almost bleeding.

But the two continued their movements and charged at each other again, their movements somewhat similar, both being "karate straight punches"!
Katsumi's movements are more expansive, mobilizing all the muscles in his body to exert force; Shiraki Sei emphasizes footwork, pushing off the ground with his back leg and charging forward sideways to exert force.

[A burst of fighting spirit strikes!]
Ode!
The two clashed once again, and while dodging each other's deadly moves, their own punches were also dodged.

Danger after danger!

The intense concentration required was extremely taxing, and beads of sweat appeared on the foreheads of both Shiraki Sei and Yuji Katsumi.

The two rearranged their stances, adjusted their breathing, and searched for each other's weaknesses.

"call--!"

Katsumi Oji let out a long sigh of relief. "Wrestling, military combat, boxing, and karate... Shiraki, you're truly amazing!"

"I sincerely thank you for letting me see so many amazing moves."

"But that's precisely why I was able to find your weakness—"

Yu Di Ke Si lowered his left arm and placed his right arm around his waist, shouting in a deep voice.

"Brother Bai Mu, you have too many masters, and your techniques haven't developed a 'core' yet, so I will definitely win!"

(End of this chapter)