Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 102 The Human Body
"...?!"

Stryker was stunned by what he heard, and didn't quite understand.

Baki? Yujiro's son? Romance?
Would Yujiro Hanma even care about something like this?!
While everyone was still in shock, Yujiro had already grabbed the rappelling rope with one hand, braced his feet on the rope below, and suddenly used the elasticity of his waist and abdomen to leap high into the air.

Ode!
In one go, he easily jumped several meters and grabbed the rope with one hand to stabilize his body.

The strength and coordination of his legs, core, arms, and even other parts of his body have reached an unbelievable and terrifying level!

Swish! Swish! Swish...

He then jumped three or four more times, returning to a height of nearly 100 meters, before finally flipping into the cabin and disappearing from sight.

As if receiving Yujiro's order, the pilot did not wait, immediately started the helicopter, turned around and drove away from the scene.

Stryton felt helpless. He rushed forward in a few steps, grabbed the end of the rope, and wobbled into the air, managing not to fall.

beep beep beep...

The military helicopter took off from the dock, arriving and departing in a very short time.

……

……

On the deck of the Espoovaru.

The group remained silent, watching the military helicopter depart. No one dared to speak first, nor did they know what to say.

The man who possessed the title of "strongest" appeared abruptly and then disappeared just as suddenly.

Whether it was Bai Mucheng resting his head on Wu Fengshui's lap, Yudi Keji being helped up by Motang Hou, or anyone else present.

At this moment, they all felt a deep sense of "bewilderment".

This strange feeling was finally shattered by a scream—

"Whoaaah!"

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and the first thing they saw was the dented exterior wall of the cabin and a large patch of bright red blood.

In the pool of blood beneath the wall, Sada Kuni lay sprawled on the ground, his body convulsing and struggling involuntarily, letting out a piercing wail.

No one doubted that Yujiro could kill Sada Kuni with a single kick.

But Yujiro seemed to have deliberately held back, leaving him a breath so that this terrorist, who "claimed to still be fighting," could let out his final scream.

Sada Kuni's ears, nose, mouth, and eyes were bleeding profusely, and he was twisting in extreme pain. He had lost control of his genitals, and his appearance was extremely horrifying.

pain……

Sada Kuni felt an indescribable, intense pain!
He had killed many people and witnessed their ugly behavior before death, which he ridiculed, believing them to be nothing more than unenlightened cowards.

But when "death" actually befell him, Sada Kuni finally realized how terrifying it was.

So this is what death "pains" like?!

Sada Kuni coughed up blood and stammered, "I don't want to...die, I surrender! I surrender..."

"..."

Sada Kuni stopped convulsing and remained lifeless.

Seeing this, everyone on the deck couldn't help but swallow hard.

Baku slowly stepped forward, stepping over the blood spurting from Sada Kuni, and reached out to close his scarlet eyes.

"Without relying on words, one can expose lies and turn a fearless madman back into a normal person in the end, and make him surrender and admit defeat."

Baku sighed softly, "That's the strongest creature on earth, the strongest arm wrestler in the world..."

"..."

With the death of Sada Kuni, the gambling game ended, and this long night came to a close.

As for the rest, Bai Mucheng didn't have the energy to care anymore.

He lay on his back on Wu Fengshui's lap, his eyes slightly open, watching the people on the deck bustling about.

Baku is haggling with the gambling kingpin leader, Kaiji Ito is waiting for his reward, Kazutaka Hyodo is chuckling, Tonegawa is racking his brains to deal with the aftermath, Atsushi Suedo is looking after Katsumi Guji, and Shigeru Akagi is leisurely smoking a cigarette...

The "stationed troops" were coming to take over the smuggled arms, and no one could stay there for long, so the cleanup was done quickly.

Baku and the gambling leader discussed a lot, and it was clear that both of them had their own plans, in addition to the aftermath of the gambling game.

Of course, the gambling leader hadn't forgotten his private bet with Shiraki Sei.

He took out his business card and handed it to Bai Mucheng, saying, "I owe you a favor. This is my contact information. You can contact me directly if you need anything."

Bai Mucheng blinked in response, asked Wu Fengshui to help him put it away, and then went to sleep peacefully.

……

……

Dr. Hao Hongye is, after all, a big name in the industry, and his consultation fees are not cheap.

Therefore, this time, Wu Fengshui asked the Wu clan for help to send Bai Mucheng to a hospital with Wu clan connections, where he also received proper treatment.

Bai Mucheng stayed in the hospital for a week, then went home to recuperate with bandages all over his body, and another eight or nine days passed.

Meanwhile, the construction of the SC Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall was also proceeding in an orderly manner.

Through the introduction of Akiyama Kaede of the Nogi Group, Shiraki Cheng hired a reliable construction team at an affordable price to gradually build the venue's framework.

With nothing else to do, Yu Sha would stay on site to supervise the construction after finishing her studies. Maruk and Wu Fengshui would occasionally come to help and also look after Shiramu Cheng. Baku also came once or twice, mainly to explain the aftermath of that night's gambling, including the ownership of the Espowaru.

Although the purchase rights belonged to Shiraki, Shiraki didn't have any spare money right now, and there was no need for him to buy a cruise ship. So, Baku and Nogi Group made a deal to cash out the purchase rights of the cruise ship at a heavily discounted price.

Even so, it was still a considerable sum of money, all of which was transferred into Bai Mucheng's account to contribute to the construction of the martial arts school.

Two or three more days passed.

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That evening, after the construction crew had finished their get off work and left, the Shiraki family welcomed two guests.

One of them is Mitsuyo Koishi, a mixed martial artist and a very skilled osteopath who was introduced earlier;
The other was a boy with short, androgynous blond hair, a slender and strong build, and a handsome face; he was about eighteen or nineteen years old.

The two chatted and laughed all the way, each carrying a lot of gifts.

"..."

Arriving at the Shiraki family's courtyard and looking at the already taking shape Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall, Mushi Mitsuyo couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, that's amazing! Judging by its size, it should be even bigger than my dojo!"

He raised his hand to greet Arisa in the courtyard and introduced the boy beside him, "This is my number one disciple—Imai Kosuke."

"Hello there!"

Xiaoyuzhou and Yousha greeted each other. After all, they were close in age, and young people can easily chat together.

"So, Master."

Xiao Yuzhou looked around and asked Mushi, "Where is that incredibly powerful fighter you wanted me to learn from?"

"Well……"

Mushi stroked his chin, looked at a corner next to the construction site, and gestured, "Over there, he's hitting sandbags."

...Hit a sandbag?!
Xiao Yuzhou was taken aback.

According to his master, Mitsuyo Muishi, that "fighter" had just experienced a pyrrhic victory a dozen days ago.

Since it was a Pyrrhic victory, injuries are inevitable. How could you possibly start resuming training now?!

"..."

Looking at the small universe from a few steps to the side.

In front of the 150kg sandbag stood a man, shirtless, with plaster casts wrapped around his body.

He used his bandaged hand to strike the sandbag repeatedly, punch after punch.

Sweat had soaked his entire body, even seeping out from the cracks in the plaster cast, but the man's striking continued unabated, sometimes even kicking, producing a series of muffled thuds.

"he……"

Xiao Yuzhou stared wide-eyed, bewildered by the scene. "How long has he been fighting like this?"

"I rested for a while during lunch all day."

Arisa was used to it. While eating her popsicle, she recalled, "If I were to resume exercising, I would start yesterday."

Hearing Yusa's nonchalant tone, Xiaoyuzhou was even more astonished, "He's training so hard, aren't you worried?!"

Yusa, however, was quite composed and accepted everything long ago. "I always try to think positively about things. I've always been very lucky, and it's a good thing that my brother is so energetic."

Little Universe: "..."

Little Universe: "..."

Little Universe: "?"

This agile young man is also a Kengan fighter, and a fairly famous top-tier one at that, known as a genius, having defeated many strong opponents.

Even he couldn't understand Shiraki's actions, or Arisa's almost blindly optimistic mindset.

After a pause, Xiao Yuzhou said awkwardly, "This is not scientific at all..."

Upon hearing this, Mitsuyoshi Muishi patted his disciple on the shoulder.

"But it's good this way too!"

"Regardless of what modern medicine says, there have been many 'examples' in ancient martial arts."

He explained with a smile, "By applying greater stress to the injured area and combining it with a strong fighting spirit, the body will respond—the human body contains such powerful strength."

"If you want to beat me, Little Universe, there's still a lot of 'supernatural' knowledge you need to learn!"

"..."

Xiao Yuzhou looked in surprise at the distance.

As he spoke, Bai Mucheng struck the sandbag faster and faster, with each strike becoming more powerful than the last.

Thump, thump! Bang! Bang!

Finally, with a muffled "bang," the hard plaster cast was completely shattered, and bandages and fragments were scattered all over the ground, revealing the nearly healed torso.

"Ha ha!"

Mitsuyo Koishi hugged Kosou's neck and couldn't help but slap his thigh and laugh, "The human body, isn't it amazing~!"

(End of this chapter)