Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 158 Over 36 Trillion!

Bai Mucheng enjoys exercising, but he is not a cultivation fanatic in the traditional sense.

In his view, exercise is not limited to techniques or muscles; it can be seen everywhere in daily life.

Just as "Long" said—

{Interesting things will always happen during your travels and spiritual practice.}
{Things created by people who grow up in different environments...}
{Food, music, art, relics, architecture, artifacts, and different values.}
{Of course, there's also martial arts!}
After encountering these people, I couldn't help but feel moved; there are truly many people in this world who are working hard for their careers.
I found it very interesting, and at the same time, I don't know why, I also felt very joyful and fulfilled.
"..."

Therefore, Bai Mucheng felt quite guilty about destroying the workers' hard work, after all, it was their hard work.

Bai Mucheng sincerely apologized and promised to have the repairmen fix it again if it broke in the future.

The workers hesitated for a moment, then gave up and began repairing the smashed exterior wall.

Continue exercising.

……

……

Around noon, more visitors arrived.

The exclusive fighter of Guhai Pharmaceuticals, Wakatsuki Samurai, carried a medicine box filled with the drugs ordered by Shiraki Cheng.

Anne Sakurai stepped forward and took it.

She and the samurai turned around and saw Shiraki Sei practicing hitting a sandbag in an open space not far away.

call out!
shhhhh!

Punch after punch, footwork, each punch heavier than the last, with occasional simulated dodges.

"Drink, ah..."

Shiraki Sei's form gradually heated up, and the force of his strikes became increasingly fierce.

He attacked with both hands, unleashing a rapid barrage of heavy punches.

Bang bang bang!
Until the very last strike, he pulled his right fist back to its limit and swung it forward with all his might.

The ultimate technique—

[Luke's Evaporation Order]!
boom! ! !
"Drink!"

With a single punch, he sent the 150kg sandbag, reinforced to the ground, flying back more than ten meters before crashing heavily into the outer wall not far away.

Looking in the direction the sandbags flew out, you can see six or seven more identical sandbags lying haphazardly on the inside of the wall, clearly all of them having been hit.

"..."

Wakatsuki raised an eyebrow. "That move was the finishing move that defeated Kou Momiji, wasn't it? It was a fierce blow, but Shiraki doesn't seem satisfied?"

"Indeed, he's been playing like this all morning."

Sakurai Anne opened the medicine box, organized her "arms," ​​and suddenly felt that life was wonderful.

She suddenly noticed that the Wakatsuki samurai was staring intently at Shiraki's training, and couldn't help but feel curious.

"I remember you have a 'superhuman' physique with 52 times the muscle fiber density, right?"

"With a physique like yours, capable of easily shattering rocks, why would you be interested in 'striking drills'? Do you even need to do striking training?"

"..."

Wakatsuki nodded. "Of course, a fighter can't do without striking training."

"When it comes to throwing punches, the 'big novice' is usually more powerful than the 'skinny professional'."

"This is the secret of striking."

He clenched his fist and explained, "Control of the body, understanding of how to exert force, and even fighting spirit and state of mind are all factors that affect the power of a strike."

"If you only rely on your physical strength, you will be at a great disadvantage in battle."

"And what Shiraki is training—I think—is some kind of specialized 'striking style'."

"..."

……

Bai Mucheng's training has come to a temporary end, and the eight heavy sandbags that were knocked away are being put back in place one by one.

Afterwards, he went to prepare with Arisa to have a simple lunch with the visitors.

"Hey! Cheng~!"

At a call, Mitsuyo Muishi suddenly appeared, arriving right on time to freeload a meal.

He guessed that his apprentice, Imai Kosou, had gone to fight in a boxing match, leaving him alone at the Koishi Dojo, which made him quite lonely and bored.

"Hmm? So it's Imai's master."

Takeshi Wakatsuki and Kosou are good friends, so he also knows Mitsuyo Koishi.

As the samurai helped distribute the bowls and chopsticks, he asked Koishi, "Aren't you going to watch Imai's match?"

“I am his teacher, not his guardian.”

Mushi stretched and said, "Besides, this is just a regular Kengan match. The opponent is very weak. It's just a warm-up before the real battle."

"...Is it very weak?"

Wakatsuki muttered a few words and said in a deep voice, "But if it's the rules of the 'Kengan Zemei Street Championship,' the situation might be different."

"Oh?"

Mitsuyoshi Muishi raised an eyebrow, wanting to hear the opinion of this "most senior fighter".

Takeshi Wakatsuki admitted, "Unlike traditional Kengan matches, this time the rules are more inclined towards street fighting, and you can even go to the referee to register the results 'after the match'."

"In this way, there is a lot of room for maneuver, both during and before and after the battle."

"It's even possible that some companies would hire multiple fighters, and only one of them needs to win; that's also a form of strength."

"Besides, there will inevitably be 'free agents' breaking in and engaging in experimental combat!" "Or, those skilled in assassination will choose terrain and tactics that are advantageous to them, and many people's performances may be unexpected."

At this point, Takeshi Wakatsuki suddenly picked up a glass and made a "smashing" gesture.

"If an opponent lays broken glass on the ground, Imai's 'ground technique' will be difficult to execute, and his performance will be greatly limited."

"..."

"Eh~~~"

Since his disciple wasn't around, Mu Shi didn't bother putting on airs and laughed, "It sounds terrifying, but Xiao Yuzhou chose his own path, so as long as he doesn't regret it."

Wakatsuki nodded. "Indeed."

The two chatted about their recent experiences.

Meanwhile, Bai Mucheng ate his food casually, his eyes glazed over, still thinking about the practice he had just done.

What exactly is 【打之极】?
"..."

Seeing this, You Sha helped her older brother pick up some food and reminded him, "Brother, concentrate."

Bai Mucheng was taken aback. "Am I not concentrating?"

Arisa countered, "Focus on eating? Or focus on practicing?"

Bai Mucheng was about to answer when he suddenly stopped speaking.

"concentrate……"

He thought for a long time, then suddenly remembered something and began to eat his food with gusto.

……

……

After the meal, everyone continued chatting and doing their usual exercise.

After resting for a while, Shiramu Cheng stood in front of a sandbag again.

This time, however, he did not rush to strike. Instead, he quietly assumed a fighting stance, closed his eyes to feel himself, and tried to adjust the subtle movements.

And so, time passed by, minute by minute, and several hours flew by.

The sun sets, in the evening.

Shiramu Cheng's movements remained unchanged, but due to the continuous exertion and adjustment of his body, beads of sweat appeared, and he eventually became drenched in sweat.

The ink flowed and surged, and several figures stood beside it.

The masters were also curious about what their disciple's "one of the forms" would be.

"..."

Bai Mucheng's breathing remained steady, while his mind raced.

His training wasn't simply about practicing moves or building muscle; that wasn't Bai Mucheng's style.

For Bai Mucheng, "everything" can be the starting point for "cultivation".

Just like painters and writers, they suddenly discover something in their daily lives, and then they are inspired and overjoyed.

"..."

concentrate……

Bai Mucheng placed his right fist behind him, and his stance became increasingly stable.

Not good enough, not focused enough.

Even with the engine slightly turned up and consciousness running wild, completely abandoning the body's "unconsciousness," there are still moments when the mind wanders.

Where is it?
Limbs, joints, muscles...

These are all good.

But the internal organs aren't focused enough!

Saliva is still secreting in the mouth, food residue remains in the stomach, and even sweat is still appearing on the skin...

Of course, if it is something that is beneficial to "striking down", then it should never be abandoned.

For example, you need to be able to see the target, smell or touch to avoid danger, and breathe to maintain life. But you also need to be focused.

Just like when he fought Hao Hongye to the very end and was pushed to his limit by that superhuman body.

To be able to deliver the next punch, I'll give it my all!
That is the ultimate strike!
Originating from the limbs? Originating from the muscles? Originating from the bones?

no!
Shiraki realized the true origin of the fist he threw at that moment—the fist that made Kokoro mistakenly believe her left arm had exploded…

It's your own "cells"!
His punch at that moment was the collective wish of over 36 trillion human cells in his body!

Only by focusing on the cellular level can we fully utilize the body.

Everything that makes up blood, bones, and flesh!
Over 36 trillion cells, in the instant of throwing a punch, act entirely according to the brain's conscious command—

Use your whole body...

Use all your strength...

This is a combined attack from over 36 trillion cells!

Bai Mucheng pushed off the ground, shattered the ground with one foot, and unleashed a powerful punch.

[Engine powered to its limit]!!!
Ode!
From lunchtime until evening, Shiraki Cheng threw his first punch in several hours, hitting the sandbag in front of him!

boom! ! !
The high-grade sandbags exploded like fireworks.

A deafening roar, like an earthquake, erupted and spread, echoing through the night...

(End of this chapter)