Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 160 Resentment
Shiraki's entry-level form, "Form," originates from a strong inner consciousness, giving over 36 trillion cells in his body a "shared desire."

This superhuman level of focus allowed Shiraki Cheng to give 100% of his potential.

The resulting "punch force" is the ultimate strike!
If this focus is applied to daily life, such as climbing, it will also have good results.

"..."

Bai Mucheng stood on a wooden stool, with one leg of the stool resting on the tabletop, and the table also resting on one leg.

The three of them swayed together, yet maintained an amazing balance, comparable to a skilled acrobat.

Achieving this level of focus at the cellular level, combined with a fighter's excellent physique, is all it takes!

"This feeling……"

{The feeling of having control over your body is like a free-flowing, powerful wind, right?}
A cheerful voice echoed in Shiraki Cheng's ears.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw the ink swirling.

A figure suddenly leaped away, nimbly dodging and weaving, and then quickly darted onto the roof, deliberately avoiding being seen by Bai Mucheng.

But the more he acted this way, the more Shiraki Seung wanted to see it.

The latter's gaze followed the other person's swaying left and right, and suddenly he lost his focus, his footing wobbled, and he instantly lost his balance.

Wow!

The table, chairs, and white wooden supports all fell to the ground in a rather embarrassing manner.

Haha, you need to be a bit more quick-witted to keep up with the wind!
The ink-wash silhouette stood on the rooftop, waved casually, and vanished without a trace.

"..."

Bai Mucheng sat cross-legged on the ground, racking his brains without finding a solution, feeling somewhat frustrated.

After discovering that all the tables and chairs were smashed, and that Doppo was covering his mouth and chuckling, Arisa retorted, "Dude, are you a child?"—

Shiraki Cheng became even more depressed.

……

……

The first day of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy's official opening passed by just like any other day.

Just like combat training, there's no special sense of ceremony; it's just another day of routine, but it's equally satisfying.

"..."

into the night.

Mitsuyo Koishi, an ordinary, sunny martial artist, strolled along the way.

He wasn't here to freeload dinner this time; he brought a gift to celebrate the official opening of the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy with Shiramatsu...

If possible, it would be best to also get a late-night snack.

"Ah Cheng~ Ah Cheng~ Ah Cheng's bones are crunching~..."

Humming a rather unhealthy song, Koishi Mitsuyo turned into the Shiraki family's yard and immediately spotted Shiraki Sei—he was practicing in the open space of the yard.

The method remains the same unique "shadow boxing," which is bare-knuckle training.

"..."

Mitsuyoshi Muishi was not an insensitive person, so he quietly stayed to the side, waiting for Shiraki to finish practicing.

But as he looked at it, Mu Shi began to feel that something was wrong.

He knew that Bai Mucheng's mental capacity and imagination were superhuman, so even in bare-handed training, he could fight as if he really had an opponent.

Experienced fighters can vaguely discern their opponent's appearance from Shiraki Cheng's punches, kicks, dodges, expressions, and so on.

Mitsuyo Koishi could understand all of the above.

But he hadn't expected that the opponent Ah Cheng had imagined this time seemed to be...

First, let's talk about plural numbers!

There should be three... no, there are four people in total, each with a different build, some muscular, some lean.

They're soldiers!
Moreover, judging from their attire, they are most likely fully armed mercenaries, carrying daggers, machetes, pistols, and submachine guns!

Although it wasn't very clear, the four mercenaries were definitely there!
Shiraki Cheng is fighting them!
Swish!
The mercenaries quickly lined up, intending to suppress the enemy directly with firepower.

But just as the gun was raised, a "whoosh" was heard, and Bai Mucheng had already arrived among the four mercenaries, standing at the center of the group.

Bai Mucheng jumped off the ground, sweeping his leg in a full circle.

【Long-style Whirlwind Kick】!
Wow!

The submachine gun was kicked to the ground, and the light pistol was forced to move its muzzle, missing the opportunity to aim.

"?!"

A mercenary seized the opportunity to step forward and swung his machete down, but Bai Mu grabbed his shoulder, pressed his arm under his armpit, and twisted his forearm to block him, preventing him from swinging the machete.

"Ha ha……"

Bai Mucheng turned around and kicked the pistol-wielding mercenary in the chest, then hooked his leg back to kick the pistol away, and then kicked the mercenary in the chin with all his might.

boom!
A mercenary was kicked to pieces.

Shiramu Cheng used his waist and abdomen to exert force again, grabbing the machete-wielding mercenary beside him and forcefully throwing him forward with a single-arm over-the-shoulder throw. Whoosh!
The machete-wielding mercenary was thrown, crashing into the mercenary who had lost his submachine gun.

Before the two could react, Bai Mucheng leaped up and kicked out with both feet.

Zangief's Sour Cream Flying Kick!
Boom!
The two mercenaries were struck by a powerful flying kick and vanished without a trace.

There was one last one left, and he was also the least threatening one – a mercenary wielding a dagger.

"..."

The next second—

click!
The dagger mercenary pressed the handle mechanism, and with a "bang," the blade shot out.

It's a Spetsnaz knife!

Bai Mucheng had anticipated this and easily dodged to the side without even a scratch.

The dagger mercenary threw away the hilt, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace as he clenched his fist and lunged forward, seemingly preparing for a final desperate gamble.

However, in an instant—

Ode!
Bai Mucheng charged forward again with his fighting spirit, his face even more ferocious than the dagger mercenary, as if he had immense anger in his heart that he had to vent.

"Hey-!"

Swish!
Bai Mucheng threw a powerful punch forward, his fist embedding itself deeply into the dagger mercenary's abdomen, causing his eyes to roll back and his face to contort in agony.

In the other hand, the dagger mercenary seemed to have some kind of "secret weapon," but he was knocked out by Shiraki Cheng in one blow before he could use it.

"..."

Mitsuyoshi blinked and asked curiously, "What's that?"

"...It's a grenade."

Bai Mucheng breathed a sigh of relief, finished his practice, and turned to find a towel to wipe his sweat.

Upon hearing this, Mushi recalled what he had heard about the connection between Shiraki Cheng and the "Grenade".

It seems that not long ago, during the conflict between the Metropolitan Police Department and IDEAL, there were two records of grenades being detonated.

It seems that Shiraki Cheng was also involved in that chaotic battle, and his opponent escaped by detonating a grenade.

"Hmm, Ah Cheng seems angry. Is he really upset about the 'grenade escape technique'?"

"..."

Mushi waited patiently until Bai Mucheng finished washing up.

"so……"

Bai Mucheng dried his hair with a towel. "What brings you here?"

"Of course, it's a victory celebration banquet!"

Mu Shi put his arm around Bai Mucheng's shoulder and said with a grin, "After all, it's the opening of a friend's 'martial arts school,' let's go out for drinks tonight to celebrate! It's on me!"

"..."

As it happens, Yusa has gone to Garuda's house tonight to stay, and Maruk has another friend to invite him, so only Shiraki Sho is left in the dojo.

Under the invitation, Bai Mucheng did not refuse, and after getting dressed, he went out with Mushi.

……

……

The two went to a yakitori restaurant that Muishi frequented, and the food was quite good.

One round of food and drinks was served.

Mushi poured himself another pitcher of beer and gradually started talking.

"Ah Cheng is really exaggerating. He actually uses mercenaries as opponents for hand-to-hand combat training and even imagines things like hand grenades..."

Bai Mucheng ate a meat skewer and said, "That's also a kind of practical combat."

"I'm not really interested in that kind of fighting..."

Mu Shi drunkenly said, "Guns and grenades don't have bones, so they're not fun to bend."

"..."

Bang!

The two clinked their glasses and drank slowly.

Just then, a muscular man wearing a melon-shaped hat and a sleeveless vest came up behind Shiraki Sei and Mushi.

"Hey, the street competition has been going on for ages, but neither of you seems to have a real sense of 'crisis'..."

"..."

Shiraki Shō and Mitsusei Mitsusei, who were enjoying their drinks, turned around in confusion.

The next second—

Swish!
A brick came crashing down horizontally.

(End of this chapter)