Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 159 Introduction and Completion

Boom!!!

A powerful, muffled thud exploded in the last rays of the setting sun.

For a moment, even the neighbors in the vicinity were startled by the loud noise.

"A car accident?!"

"Oh?! A gas explosion!?"

"Hey, be careful!"

"Go check if anyone needs help."

"..."

The riot lasted for quite some time, but the neighbors couldn't find the source of the disturbance, and there was no sound of ambulances or fire trucks, so they eventually had to give up.

Meanwhile, everyone inside the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall was also startled by the loud noise.

At first glance, it sounds like Shiraki Cheng is setting off fireworks in the backyard, but upon closer inspection, it's impossible.

So what exactly is it?
Arisa, Wu Fengshui, Sakurai Anzu, Wakatsuki Samurai, Kureishi Mitsuyo——

The five people rushed out in a few steps, turned a corner of the house, and went to the practice area. They all opened their eyes wide at once.

The open space was a mess, with scraps of cloth from the sandbag filling scattered all over the ground.

Bai Mucheng maintained his fist-throwing stance, with visible beads of sweat on his body, and was panting heavily.

At his feet—before the short tire tracks—lies a broken "base," on which the 150kg sandbag that should have been a single piece has long since disappeared.

"What on earth is this..."

Samurai Wakatsuki paused.

With his "superhuman physique," it was easy for him to punch a 150kg sandbag away, which was not surprising.

In fact, Shiraki Sei had been able to "knock the sandbag away" during his previous practice sessions.

The key point is that the "base," which serves as the counterweight for the sandbag, only moves back slightly when it is not secured.

Meanwhile, the sandbag on the base exploded like a summer firework!

Just like "splitting a feather with a knife" versus "splitting a feather with a knife," an unsecured feather drifts in the wind and will not be hurt by a sharp blade.

To smash a sandbag without knocking off its unsecured base, it's impossible to do it with just "great strength".

Speed, accuracy, and force are all indispensable, and its difficulty is not on the same level as "hitting a sandbag"!
"Ouch!"

Mitsuyo Koishi stepped forward, placing his hand on Takeshi Wakatsuki's shoulder, his eyes already shining. "Hey, what exactly was that move Cheng used?!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng paused for a few seconds, snapping out of his daze, and turned to look at the crowd not far away.

"Everyone."

Shiraki's clenched right fist trembled slightly, and several muscles in his body were still exerting force, making his posture appear somewhat unnatural.

He wiped the sweat from his face and couldn't help but sigh.

"Although we often say that we should concentrate on whatever we do, it's really incredibly difficult to actually accomplish that..."

"..."

Wu Fengshui picked up a fragment of a sandbag, swallowed hard, and asked, "Bai Muqin, what exactly do you know...?"

Shiraki thought for a moment, "I guess this is what I can summarize right now—the [type] that matches the moves? Although it's just the basics, maybe it can lead to something like a super special move?"

“…That’s amazing.”

Wakatsuki Samurai grinned broadly, "Even if we're allies, we might still end up fighting each other, right? We need to rethink our tactics."

"Great, fantastic!"

Shiramu Cheng was naturally happy to do so. He shook his wrist, his body fully recovering from the punch he had just received, and he was still very pleased.

Let's just say I've gotten started.

But it really is unbelievable...

Under conditions where the unconscious is completely eliminated, more than 36 trillion cells in the human body work together to achieve a common goal.

Like Ryu's [Signal], or Zangief's [Hard Qi Gong], Guile's [Sonic Hand Chop], Luke's [Punch Pressure]...

In that instant, Bai Mucheng's punch unleashed 100% of everything he had accumulated so far.

Gathering the "fighting spirit" within the body, and releasing it to the fullest extent through techniques, unleashing terrifying "fist force" that pours onto the opponent!
And so, that incredible scene unfolded—

Boom!!!

With a single punch, the main body of the sandbag was shattered.

The unsecured base was torn apart by the swift [Strike of the Extreme], separated due to inertia, and ultimately remained in place.

"..."

"Finally, a satisfactory blow was delivered."

Shiramu Cheng flexed his fingers, his eyes gleaming, and muttered to himself, "What will I encounter in the next real battle? I'm really looking forward to it..."

suddenly--

"Hey! Bro!"

Someone shouted loudly, their tone full of displeasure.

Huh? Is someone provoking us? Bai Mucheng's eyes lit up, and he looked up to see the construction team—the workers who had just finished work—also attracted by the loud noise.

The middle-aged foreman, holding an inspection form, was looking around at the messy open space.

"Hey buddy, what's going on here? Didn't I already talk to you about this this morning?"

The middle-aged foreman rubbed his bald head and earnestly lectured, "We're going to take photos for inspection. If you do this, we won't be able to explain ourselves to the boss!"

Shiramu Cheng: "..."

The fighting spirit that had just been ignited vanished instantly.

Bai Mucheng: "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."

"call……!"

The middle-aged cleaner sighed, rubbing his temples helplessly. "It's alright, we've gotten along quite well these days, so consider it free cleaning."

At his command, the construction team dispersed to different locations to begin the final finishing touches.

"But then again..."

The middle-aged master put his hands on his hips and turned to look at the "three-story venue" of the Fighting Soul Martial Arts Hall.

In the darkness, only the outline of the venue could be seen.

"Although it's dark and you can't see clearly, the venue inside and out has been completed, and all kinds of equipment have been installed. It looks beautiful!"

He patted Shiramu Cheng on the shoulder and boasted, "Whether it's the design or the quality of the construction itself, it can be considered a masterpiece of our 'Maoji Architecture'!"

"This is a really nice place, young man, you should cherish it!"

"..."

Bai Mucheng nodded in assurance, then couldn't help but sigh, "Tonight is truly a good night."

[The Ultimate Strike] - Beginner Level!

Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall is officially completed!
……

……

The following morning, the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy officially opened!
The main business of Douhun Martial Arts Academy is a comprehensive "fighting center" that caters to fighters from both the legitimate and criminal worlds.

Therefore, the opening ceremony does not need to be extravagant.

Bai Mucheng texted some friends, telling them to come over when they had time, and if they didn't have time, they could come another time. He was very relaxed and casual.

The biggest difference, I must say, is that last night, Shiraki commissioned Sakurai An to make a batch of "medicinal wine" using herbs provided by Kokai Pharmaceutical.

Its name is "Prajna Soup". The recipe was learned from Jamie. It is a medicinal wine that is drunk when practicing drunken boxing. It uses a variety of herbs, combined with Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng.

According to Sakurai An's analysis, the effects of "Hannya-tang" are very suitable for fighters. It can be used both externally and internally, and can be considered a unique special medicine of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts School.

"..."

Kaoru Hanayama and Kizaki were the first to arrive. They drank a few sips of the medicinal wine and found the taste quite strange, but upon closer inspection, it became somewhat intoxicating.

After the two left, Yuji Doppo arrived, leading a few members of the Shinshinkai to join in the fun.

Yu Di Du Bu savored the Prajna Soup, smacking his lips.

"Haha, the taste is a bit subtle, but it's more potent than regular wine, very mellow!"

Dobu sat down and chatted with Shiramu Cheng. Suddenly, he noticed Shiramu Cheng's body and couldn't help but reach out and pinch his arm.

"Speaking of which, Brother Shiraki, you seem a little 'different'?"

"is it?"

Shiraki stroked his chin and nodded. "I tried to concentrate a little more."

"Hmm, that's really good..."

Sipping the Prajna Soup, Dubu remarked, "Although the competition started that night, there's been no movement from any side lately. Something's brewing."

Shiraki looked Doppo up and down. "But, Uncle, you seem no different from usual."

"Indeed, that's what Katsumi said to me too, but is it really necessary?"

Du Bu suddenly countered, clenching his fist as he explained, "As martial artists, we already carry many weapons and are constantly in combat. Why bother with further preparations?"

Shiraki nodded thoughtfully, "As expected of a karate master, I need to get myself in the right state as soon as possible..."

"..."

The two chatted for a while, when Yusa suddenly called her older brother and asked him to help hang the "banner" on the second-floor exterior wall.

Shiraki Sei temporarily leaves Doppo to help Arisa.

Du Bu, having nothing to do, strolled around the courtyard. He followed Bai Mucheng and suddenly his eyes lit up.

Instead of getting the troublesome ladder, Shiraki Cheng simply stacked stools on the table and stood on them to try hanging up.

Because the height was still a little short, Bai Mucheng shifted the center of gravity to the side, so that the table and stool could stand upright on "one leg".

He himself stood at the top, maintaining an amazing balance, and finally hung the banner up.

"call--!"

Bai Mucheng exhaled, his feet wobbling, but he managed to maintain his balance and wouldn't fall down.

"Ha ha……"

Doppo crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow and smiled, "What do you mean by needing to prepare? I'm perfectly fine as usual!"

(End of this chapter)