Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 157 [Type]

"Qualified or something..."

Nogi Hideki blinked, looked at Wu Fengshui, and then at Shiraki Cheng, who was sleeping peacefully on her shoulder.

As a long-time member of the Kengan Association, Nogi was naturally familiar with the name of the "Wu Clan".

This includes the development behavior of actively absorbing the "seeds" of outstanding martial arts masters from outside in order to "improve varieties" and "absorb technology".

and so……

Nogi looked at Shiraki Sei and then at Wu Fengshui, and he already understood most of it.

Okay!

Nogi Hideki was overjoyed. He had previously invested 100 million yen to get Shiraki to join the Kengan Association, and now it seemed that he had made the right decision!

"..."

Just as Nogi was secretly rejoicing, the Wu clan members in the distance did not leave directly, but instead circled around and walked along the audience seats.

The leader was a lean old man, dressed in a traditional kimono, with his white hair combed back, looking like a kind old grandfather.

But those black eyes with white pupils, and the murderous aura and majesty emanating from his body, were impossible for anyone to ignore.

He is the current patriarch of the Wu clan, the great-grandfather of Wu Garuda, and also the first generation of "Fang of Annihilation" - Wu Huiliyang!
"grandfather."

Wu Fengshui greeted his clan leader, and Wu Huili responded with a smile.

"What a coincidence, Feng Shui! I didn't expect you to come tonight too."

Wu Huili turned around and shook hands with Hao Hongye. "Nice to meet you, Dr. Hao. I also have a child in my family who is studying at medical school and is currently researching under your guidance. Thank you for your help."

"Where, where..."

Hao Hongye smiled faintly, "Students from the Wu clan all have a solid foundation, which has been a great help to me."

After seeing the doctor, Wu Huili's gaze shifted and then fell upon the sleeping Bai Mucheng. "Heh, is that him?"

"..."

Before Wu Fengshui could answer, a blond, irritable young man suddenly rushed out from behind Wu Huili.

He is the most outstanding member of the younger generation of the Wu clan, and also Wu Fengshui's elder brother.

Wu Lei'an.

"Hahaha, let me see!"

Wu Lei'an squeezed to the front of the crowd, held onto the back of the chair with one hand, and looked down at Bai Mucheng from above.

"My little devil's puberty is a bit late! Is it this guy? Interesting, is he also planning to join the war?"

"Then you're really unlucky, feng shui!"

Wu Lei'an opened his black-and-white eyes wide, his ferocious gaze sweeping across the entire scene.

"Because I just decided to kill everyone who dares to fight, and that will count as a victory, right?"

"..."

An unusually ferocious aura swept over them, causing Nogi, who was standing nearby, to break out in a cold sweat.

Wu Fengshui suspected that his elder brother would really pounce on him, so he twisted his shoulder and let Bai Mucheng lie on his lap, trying to keep his elder brother as far away as possible.

Wu Huili's gaze shifted downwards, and she discovered that even when facing Wu Lei'an's murderous intent, Bai Mucheng remained sound asleep, showing no sign of pretense.

"Hmm? What an interesting fellow..."

Wu Huili rubbed Fengshui's head and said, "Go ahead and do whatever you want, Fengshui, but be careful of the recent unrest. Remember to contact the clan if you need anything."

Wu Fengshui nodded in agreement.

Wu Lei'an found it even more amusing and teased with a sly smile, "Hey, if it were that brat Garuda falling in love, Grandpa wouldn't be so calm, would he!"

"Lei-an!"

Wu Huili's face darkened, and veins bulged on her forehead. "Don't joke about this kind of thing, not even in your imagination!"

Wu Lei'an wanted to retort, but the Wu clan members nearby quickly pulled him away.

"Don't upset Grandpa so late at night. After all, he's a 'severe great-granddaughter doting dad,' and if he really gets angry, things could get really bad..."

Wu Lei'an then gave up and left with Wu Huiliyang.

But after taking only two steps, Wu Lei'an suddenly turned around and threw a punch in the air in Bai Mucheng's direction.

Swish!
The punch generated a gust of wind, ruffling a few strands of Bai Mucheng's hair.

Seeing that the other party was still asleep, Wu Lei'an flicked his wrist and laughed even more happily, "This is really interesting. It wouldn't be bad to be able to eat you all one by one!"

"..."

The Wu clan members departed.

A few minutes later, Bai Mucheng slowly woke up. Having had a good nap, he said contentedly, "I think I just felt a very comfortable breeze..."

He looked up at the sky, his eyes hazy, feeling very comfortable and at ease.

……

……

Six days later.

The Shiraki family's yard.

In the morning, construction workers were busy finishing up the last bit of work, and the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall was nearing completion.

In a corner of the courtyard, Bai Mucheng had just removed the bandages from his body and tried clenching his left fist a few times to feel the force.

"Great, fantastic!"

He stretched a few times to warm up and prepared to begin today's practice. "..."

Arisa, Wu Fengshui, and their cooperating doctor "Sakurai An" were watching from a short distance away.

"I've examined it, and Dr. Hao's treatment is indeed superb. Combined with the boss's own exceptional physical condition, the recovery speed is extremely fast."

Sakurai Anzai downed a can of ice-cold beer and laughed, "As expected of the boss, he can beat someone up with all his might right now!"

Only then was Yusha relieved.

Wu Fengshui noticed some details, "Bai Muqin seems a bit 'confused'..."

……

……

As Wu Fengshui observed, Bai Mucheng was indeed perplexed.

Although it's not a very clear problem.

But whenever he recalls the night the "match began," Shiraki Cheng can't help but wonder how he should fight those guys.

Death row inmates, fighters, assassins, criminal gangs...

Give it a try.

Shiraki Cheng stood barefoot and in a fighting stance, his skin covered with a thin layer of sweat.

The mind's consciousness is running wild at high speed.

He could see the ink swirling around him, outlining the shape of Long.

The other party didn't say much, but still assumed a fighting stance, raised his hand to indicate that he wanted to start sparring with Bai Mucheng.

"..."

Shiramu Cheng nodded, and was about to throw a punch when he saw Long's fist already stopped in front of his forehead, less than a few millimeters away!

"...?!"

Bai Mucheng was startled.

Before he could react, he saw Long rapidly swinging his fists and kicks, each strike hitting his vital points, but each time stopping at just the right moment.

"Wait, wait a minute..."

Bai Mucheng was pinned down by Long's punches and kicks, unable to move.

suddenly--

Long spread his five fingers and exerted force, and a faint blue ink gathered, gradually increasing in power. Finally, he clenched his fist and swung it forcefully at Bai Mucheng.

【fluctuation】!
boom! ! !
The fist grazed Bai Mucheng's head, creating a strong gust of wind that caused Bai Mucheng to lean back and fall to the ground with a thud.

Bai Mucheng suddenly realized.

That punch just now, the [wave], originated from Ryu's [form]!
That is, to integrate one's own training into it, transforming it into essence and crystallization, ultimately giving birth to the "Tao" form!
"..."

Bai Mucheng jumped up from the ground with a "whoosh," regained his spirits, and focused intently.

But then Long withdrew his arm, looked at his large fist, and shook his head thoughtfully.

{Not enough...}
Even after unleashing a [Signal], Long was still not satisfied. His eyes gleamed as if he could see a path to even greater heights!

He still wants to keep going!
He still looks forward to future encounters and beautiful scenery!

{…}
Long Mai walked to a distant corner and sat cross-legged in meditation.

But before leaving, Long did not forget his disciple, and smiled as he gestured to his old friend beside him, asking him to go and take over.

Zangief, enter the stage!
Boom!
Zangief clashed his fists together, not saying a word to Shiraki, and delivered a powerful punch.

Bai Mucheng barely managed to react, raising his leg high to sweep it across Zangief's arm, but he couldn't budge it an inch.

That is Zangief's "form," a form of "hard qigong" born from his proud muscles!
Swish!
Zangief's heavy punch landed squarely on Shiraki Sei's face.

boom! ! !
With a loud bang, Bai Mucheng was instantly sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the wall behind him, shattering a large section of bricks, and embedding himself in the wall.

"..."

Pfft!
Bai Mucheng lay sprawled on the ground, panting heavily, his body drenched in sweat.

That's what it feels like!

In order to participate in the upcoming actual combat, he not only needs to train his body and moves, but also must cultivate his "form"!
For example, Ryu's "wave" or Zangief's "hard qigong"...

That was the essence and crystallization of their skills, which permeated their very being!
The so-called "type" is not the sequence of bodily movements—such a rigid thing.

The key is to find the body movements required by the "move" and explore the ideal answer to meet the requirements of the "move" for body movements!
Currently, the only clue that Shiramu Cheng possesses is the [Extreme Strike] technique that he vaguely gleaned during his battle with Hao Hongye.

What exactly is the "extreme strike" form? And on what "way" does it lie?

You must grasp the techniques that can be applied in actual combat!

"..."

However, before investigating this point, Shiraki Cheng should apologize.

The workers gathered around because of the loud noise.

Looking at the brick wall that had just been repaired last night—now one side was broken—they were immediately furious and started lecturing Bai Mucheng.

"Hey buddy, even though you're the employer, at least show some respect for our hard work!"

"..."

Shiramu Cheng was quite embarrassed, and his face turned a little red.

(End of this chapter)