Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 141 You're amazing!
Two more days have passed since the Hao brothers visited.

The challenge from Hao Hongye has yet to arrive.

Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall, outdoor courtyard.

Shiraki Takamasa and Zangief's ink-wash-like phantom were doing their daily muscle training, having reached the penultimate exercise before exhaustion—

Single-leg squat!

To complete this movement, you not only need strong leg muscles, but also need to maintain overall body stability, thus also exercising your core muscles.

Zangief is 214cm tall and weighs 181kg, making him a true monster-level strongman. However, his single-leg squat is very standard, and he can even jump between his left and right legs!

Bai Mucheng had already practiced his legs several times, but his physical strength was waning, and his movements were becoming increasingly unstable. After a few attempts, he almost fell, unable to squat down no matter what he tried.

Noticing this, Zangief stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Shiraki.

Don't give up, you can do it! With practice, you'll definitely succeed!
Shiramu gritted his teeth and tried again, even spreading his arms to maintain his balance, but he still swayed left and right and couldn't squat steadily no matter what he did.

Seeing this, Zangief stomped his foot, turned to Bai Mucheng, and shouted.

{Push harder! Push harder!}
While Shiraki was still adjusting, Zangief was already encouraging him, saying, "See? You can do it!"

The massive [Red Whirlwind] crouched down, keeping a close eye on Bai Mucheng's leg muscles, constantly monitoring his exertion, while simultaneously slamming its fist into the ground.

Hey! Get ready! Crouch down! Then stand up!
As soon as Bai Mucheng squatted down, all his muscles were almost exhausted, and he couldn't stand up no matter how hard he tried.

Zangief raised his hand in encouragement, {Good, raise it a little higher!}
{Lifting it up means good things are coming!}
The ink surged and billowed, and Zangief slammed his fist on the ground, roaring, "Charge—!"
"drink--!"

With a mighty effort, Bai Mucheng successfully completed a single-leg squat.

Zangief was overjoyed at the sight, and with a large wave of his hand, he slapped the white wooden support on the back, exclaiming, "Excellent!"
Bai Mucheng staggered after being hit, but then felt a sense of relief. He had found the right way to exert force and also pushed his physical limits.

He tried a single-leg squat again, and the movement was much smoother than before; he was already able to do a set.

But before Shiraki could even rejoice for a few seconds, Zangief pointed to the dumbbells on the ground and beckoned, "Next set, carry these with you as weights; they're yours for the taking!"
Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Under Zangief's ardent gaze, Shiraki picked up the dumbbells and began his final set of training.

Extreme weighted dumbbell single-leg squat!
It must be said that Zangief is indeed a muscle expert, and he immediately found the optimal load that the white wood could withstand.

But leg training is really tiring.

{…}
Seeing his disciple working so hard, Jamie raised the ink-painted wine jug and took a big gulp to cheer Bai Mucheng on.

Long, standing beside him, crossed his arms and gazed into the distance.

Jamie draped his arm over Ron's shoulder. "Speaking of which, aren't you going to offer some pointers?"
Long shook his head. "Zangief's training focuses on physical conditioning, and we've taught him the techniques; that's enough. How he specifically fights is up to him."
After all, he is our disciple, not an imitator.
Long smiled faintly. {I want to see him unleash his own unique power.}
……

……

Zangief's hellish training has come to a temporary end.

He noticed that Bai Mucheng was confused, so he patted Bai Mucheng on the back a few times, urging him to go out for a walk, clear his mind, and find some ideas.

Shiraki then went out for a stroll, wandering around the nearby streets.

As they walked, they came to a secluded bridgehead nearby, which was also one of the gathering places for local thugs.

At that moment, five or six thugs, some standing and some squatting, were gathered at the base of the wall, smoking and occasionally bursting into laughter.

They spotted Shiraki passing by and, having nothing better to do, taunted him, "Hey buddy, you're pretty strong! Got any money in your pocket? Want to treat us to some fun in Shinjuku?"

"..."

Wu Fengshui had probably been commissioned to kill someone again, and Bai Mucheng was worried that no one would talk to him.

So he stopped and looked at the group of thugs. "I have a question for you. Do you know how to fight?"

"what?"

The leader of the thugs raised an eyebrow, smoothed his pompadour, and took a few steps toward Bai Mucheng. "Hey buddy, what you're saying is dangerous, you know?"

"It seems so."

Bai Mucheng looked serious, as if talking to himself, "So, if you encounter someone several times stronger than yourself, how would you fight?"

The leader of the thugs was furious. His eyes widened and bloodshot. He raised his hand and punched Bai Mucheng. "You bastard, are you looking down on me?!"

boom!
A muffled thud, followed by a wail.

"it hurts!"

The one groaning was the leader of the thugs. He punched Bai Mucheng in the chest, and it felt like hitting a rock. His wrist was numb from the impact!
He raised his leg and kicked Bai Mucheng again, but Bai Mucheng didn't move an inch. Instead, he himself couldn't stop himself from falling backward and almost fell to the ground.

"Don't hit people directly, it will hurt a lot..."

Shiraki stroked his chin. "In short, it's like this: facing a physical difference like yours and mine, how would you, the weaker one, fight?"

"..."

Without hesitation, the leader of the thugs gave the answer.

run away!

"Mom!"

He exclaimed in surprise, turned around and ran away, with his remaining henchmen following closely behind their leader, disappearing in a flash.

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

Shiramu Cheng: "Hmm..."

The answer given by the ringleader, upon closer examination, makes a lot of sense.

When ordinary people face a polar bear or an African elephant, their first reaction is to run away. No "normal natural creature" would actively challenge an enemy stronger than itself. To knowingly face a beating, or even death, and yet willingly go to meet it—such bizarre things are only done by "outliers" like martial artists.

However, to be fair, the special training these past few days has indeed been effective. Although the time has been short and the progress has not been significant, Shiraki Cheng can feel that he has indeed become more agile and stronger.

"call--!"

Shiraki took a deep breath and decided to go explore other places.

Suddenly, the sound of a motorcycle engine came from afar, growing louder as it approached.

Bai Mucheng turned his head and saw that it was a petty thug who had just escaped, who had called over a dozen armed thugs, wanting to get back at Bai Mucheng for his lost face.

Want to fight?
It doesn't seem to be very useful...

Bai Mucheng leaned against the wall, lost in thought, while the dozen or so thugs surrounded him.

The ringleader who had fled earlier stepped forward, brandishing a dagger and gesturing menacingly at Bai Mucheng's stomach.

"Hey buddy, do you have a metal plate or something in your chest? It really hurts when you get hit!"

Seeing that Bai Mucheng did not intend to reply, the leader of the thugs became anxious and angry, and stabbed Bai Mucheng in the thigh with a knife.

But the next second—

Swish!
The leader of the thugs only saw a flash before his eyes, and then he saw Bai Mucheng leap up, easily dodging his knife, and then land steadily, his movements were effortless.

"..."

Upon seeing this, the leader of the thugs broke out in a cold sweat, sensing something was wrong with the person in front of him, and was momentarily at a loss.

Just as the situation reached a stalemate, a loud shout broke the awkward atmosphere.

"I—speak—! You little rascals, what are you doing gathered here! Don't you know this area is my territory?!"

Everyone turned to look and saw a rather "exaggerated" man on the bridge above them.

Tall and lean, dressed in a special forces uniform with bandages on his calves and waist, he was raising his chin and smoking a cigarette, looking every bit the delinquent among delinquents.

The thugs recognized the man.

That person was none other than the infamous Special Forces Captain, Shiba Chien-chun, a super biker gang member known for his fighting skills!
Shiraki Sei also recognized him.

After the death row inmates' intrusion, Kaoru Hanayama's Hanayama Group increased street patrols in an attempt to find the intruders.

As a result, members of the Huashan Group frequently appeared in various parts of the streets near the Douhun Martial Arts Hall.

The special operations captain, Shiba Chiharu, had always idolized Hanayama Kaoru, so he often came over to help out, taking charge of patrolling and reconnaissance work in the surrounding area.

After a while, and through Kizaki's introduction, he got to know Shiraki.

Occasionally, Chiharu would eat snacks with Arisa. Although it was Arisa's invitation, Chiharu, who valued kindness and righteousness, simply couldn't refuse.

"You little rascals, don't use knives in a fight, it's utterly shameful!"

Chai Qianchun leaped off the three-meter-high bridge, landing on his feet without any cushioning. The impact sent shivers down his spine, but the sheer force of his leap helped him recover.

He kicked the ringleader away and yelled, "Get lost! Want to spend a few weeks in the hospital?!"

"..."

The ringleader finally found an opportunity to escape with the others for the second time, secretly vowing never to come back to this wretched bridge again.

"Sorry, Brother Bai Mu, the boss told me to keep an eye on the troublemakers around here, but I didn't expect there to be some who still don't listen."

The boss—that is, Huashan Xun.

Bai Mucheng waved his hand to indicate that it was alright, and then asked Chai Qianchun, "If it were you, and you encountered an opponent who was physically stronger than you, how would you fight?"

"……what?"

Shiba Inu hadn't expected Shiramu Sei to ask that, and without much thought, immediately replied:

"Of course we'll keep fighting! Show some spirit! Even if it's that world heavyweight boxing champion—Iron Tyson—I'll still go up and beat him up. That's what a real fight is all about!"

"..."

Upon hearing Chai Qianchun's reply, Bai Mucheng lowered his head and pondered for a long time, when suddenly he vaguely grasped a certain feeling.

Although the specifics are still unclear, it's still better than the previous complete lack of clues.

"Great, fantastic!"

Bai Mucheng's eyes lit up, and he put his hands on Chai Qianchun's shoulders, laughing loudly, "You're amazing, Brother Qianchun!"

Shiba Chiharu: "..."

Shiba Chiharu: "Ah, really? Haha..."

He blushed a little from the compliment.

……

……

Was it a coincidence? A premonition? Or synchronicity? Or did the doctor really accurately predict Bai Mucheng's recovery progress?
In short, Shiraki received a message from Kou Momiji that evening.

The match is scheduled for the night two days from now.

Place--

Tokyo Dome Underground Arena!
(End of this chapter)