Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 179 A Bunch of Fools

Time flies, and four or five days have passed.

Another new day.

After finishing his morning run, Bai Mucheng went home, took a shower, opened the gate to his courtyard, and placed the standing signboard in front of the gate.

Fighting Spirit Martial Arts School is now open for business.

Although it is still somewhat deserted due to the niche nature of its business, it has indeed gained some fame in the underground fighting world, and the number of members is gradually accumulating.

Maruk, Li Youba, Hongo Hina, Wu Fengshui, Imai Kouyu, several female contestants from Valkyrie, and a few scattered members from the Shinshinkai and Rokujinkai...

Opening a store like this is like exercising; it can't be done overnight.

Since he had plenty of operating funds and a large number of potential customers, Bai Mucheng wasn't in a hurry.

"..."

Today is a rest day, and school is closed.

Yusa took the initiative to prepare breakfast today, making some of her favorite flavors. Shiramu Cheng was happy to have some free time and let his younger sister do whatever she wanted.

After breakfast—before exercising—you should rest for a while.

Bai Mucheng walked into the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall and stood in front of the full-length mirror.

He took off his shirt, revealing shorts and sneakers, and lightly skipped a few steps.

"laugh--!"

Shiramu Chengchao grinned at the mirror, finding nothing amiss. He bit down hard again, but felt no discomfort whatsoever.

Compared to her neat and tidy teeth, the scars on her body are more noticeable.

His smooth, firm muscles were covered with scars of all sizes, some new and some old, to the point that one couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, that's amazing!"

"Great, fantastic!"

His leaps became lighter and lighter, followed by a side kick, and he slid to the side and dashed out.

Swish!
Shiramu stomped his left foot on the ground, then flipped over to the left, twisting his body in mid-air, and quickly ran forward along the corridor inside the house.

Haha! Great!
Rashid cheered him on from the sidelines and followed Shiraki Seiichi forward, the two taking turns performing an indoor parkour routine.

Wow!
Shiramu leaped over the dumbbell rack, slapped his hands on the bench in front of him, flipped himself up, landed on the top of the squat rack, and then delivered a flying kick.

"Aha!"

Bai Mucheng landed with a somersault, rolled forward to the sandbag, got up and quickly struck with both hands, finishing with a series of muffled thuds from his left and right feet.

Bang! Bang bang bang...

The sandbags trembled incessantly, and the hanging chains struck the railings with a series of crisp clanging sounds before finally stopping after a while.

"call--!"

Bai Mucheng let out a long breath, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his body, and he immediately felt refreshed.

He reached for a towel next to him, wiped his sweat, and prepared to go upstairs to do some equipment training when he suddenly heard footsteps at the door.

Turning around, I saw that it was Maruk who had arrived.

He was just discharged from the hospital yesterday and rested at the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Academy for one night. He couldn't stay idle today and got up early to go out for a jogging training session.

"Good morning, Brother Shiraki!"

Maruk took out a piece of paper and read it carefully. It contained Sakurai Anne's medical instructions.

She prepared a personalized kit for both Maruk and Xiaoyuzhou, for their rehabilitation training.

……

……

After greeting Maruk, Shiraki went up to the second floor.

Inside the stairwell, you can also see rare decorative items that are quite valuable as souvenirs.

For example, there is a signed photo of "War God" Guji Doppo, a folding fan with the "Tokugawa family crest" printed on it, and an iron plate with the fist print of "Tiger" Wakatsuki Samurai at the corner.

Go up to the second floor, which is another spacious training area.

"..."

With a clear sky and bright sunshine, even a well-lit indoor space feels refreshing and pleasant.

After a few sets of exercises, shouts suddenly came from the yard.

Excuse me! Is anyone home?

Shiraki opened the window and saw a boy in a shirt in the yard.

He carried a schoolbag, had neat short black hair, a handsome face, but his muscles were quite developed, and his body lines were refined and powerful.

Shiraki recognized the other party immediately; it was none other than Baki Hanma, the underground fighting arena champion he had met a few times before.

"Hey!"

Shiraki made a call from the second floor and gestured to Baki, pointing to a few parallel bars and horizontal bars that were set up not far away.

The boy understood immediately, darted out in a few steps, stepped onto the horizontal bar, and jumped up.

Swish!
He leaped sideways into the window without hesitation, landing steadily in the second-floor room, where he greeted Bai Mucheng with a smile.

Good morning, Brother Bai Mu.

Baki took off his shoes and placed them on the shelf.

Shiraki looked at the other person curiously, and seeing that Baki was still carrying his schoolbag, he guessed that he wasn't there to fight. "So..."

At that moment, Arisa hurriedly ran down from the third floor—she had been enjoying the breeze and sun on the roof.

"Oh right, bro, I forgot to tell you, Baki asked me to do him a favor—the kind where I don't want to bother Kozue."

"..."

Bai Mucheng blinked, a few question marks appearing above his head.

Baki scratched his head sheepishly, "I submitted a blank exam paper before, and the teacher insisted on making a home visit. Mr. Kuritani is very busy lately, and I don't really want my aunt to know."

Kuritani—who is both Baki's butler and old friend, is also responsible for handling these kinds of social matters.

But Kuritani has been very busy lately, and Baki, who is in love, doesn't want his aunt—who is also Kozue's mother—to know about his embarrassing incident at school.

In short, it has a very "youthful" feel to it. "Hey..."

Bai Mucheng found it amusing and naturally wouldn't refuse, "So, why hand in a blank paper?"

Baki was quite embarrassed, "I can't understand English..."

Arisa commented: "Before, when I saw you rushing home to sleep, I thought you had excellent grades in school."

Blade Ya: "..."

Baki: "Ah, hahaha..."

He leaned close to Bai Mucheng's ear and chuckled softly, "Brother Bai Mucheng, your sister is very perceptive."

……

……

Helping a friend deal with a teacher who comes for a home visit is naturally not a problem.

While waiting for his teacher to arrive, Baki, having nothing to do, played around with the various equipment in the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall, and couldn't help but feel a little sentimental.

"I miss it so much. I trained in a similar professional facility a long time ago, and then I tried to come here on my own."

Baki put the dumbbells back down. "Brother Shiraki, you're really amazing—whether it's your own martial arts school or the punch you used to beat Speck..."

"..."

Not long after, Baki's teacher arrived.

He was an obese middle-aged man with small eyes and a small mouth, an arrogant expression, and a generally unpleasant personality, which had nothing to do with being "competent".

Several classmates came with him; they had all been dragged along because they had failed their exams, and they all looked reluctant.

The group went up to the second floor and met Shiraki and Baki in the rest area.

This "Teacher Yamamoto" wasn't there for a proper conversation at all, so after only a few words with Shiraki, he started lecturing Baki on his own.

"You only wrote your name on the exam paper, you seem pretty relaxed..."

The teacher pouted and said, "I heard from Mr. Nakamura that you got a perfect score in physical education, right? Why don't you just drop out of school and go participate in the Olympics?!"

"..."

Seeing that he was a non-communicative fellow, Shiraki Cheng was too lazy to listen anymore. He got up and went to stroll by the window, where he suddenly noticed that several friends had come to visit, and Maruk was entertaining them.

"Take this gym for example, what do you think was the driving force behind its construction?"

The teacher tapped his head. "It's all about using your brain!"

“Listen up, Baki! Everything in this world isn’t about muscle strength—it’s about brainpower.”

The teacher solemnly used an analogy: "No matter how fast you run, you can't outrun a motorcycle."

As Bai Mucheng listened, he looked out into the courtyard.

【Revolution Princess】Hongo Hime, having nothing to do, had a race with Maruk. With her superhuman tendon explosive power, she sprinted faster than the motorcycles parked on the side of the road.

The teacher added, "No matter how strong you are, you can't break steel."

Inside the courtyard, Tenma Nozomi, who was being entangled with Hongo Hime, sought out the invited Wakatsuki Samurai and a salesman from Kokai Pharmaceuticals.

Valkyrie is in talks with Guhai Pharmaceuticals about a collaboration.

At the same time, Tenma also has a personal request: he would like to ask Wakatsuki Samurai to forge another "fist-print steel plate" to be used as decoration for Valkyrie's new arena.

The teacher added, "No matter how good your eyesight is, it can never compare to a high-powered telescope!"

At the courtyard gate, Wu Fengshui raised his head, his black eyes with white pupils turning as he looked at Bai Mucheng by the window, waving and greeting him with a smile.

The teacher also said, "And no matter how hard your fist is, it can't make your wish come true!"

Behind Wu Fengshui were Katahara Metsudo, the "President of the Kengan Association," and two bodyguards.

The teacher took a deep breath and looked at Baki and the students around him with a smug expression. "See? I told you so!"

"..."

The students all looked gloomy and tired of this nasty lecture.

But Mr. Yamamoto kept rambling on, "In this day and age, anyone who wants to do anything with their bare hands is a bunch of fools!"

"Even Carl Lewis would have to take the stairs to get to the second floor!"

While saying this—

boom!
Maruk, who was racing against Hongo Hina in a sprint, was caught off guard by Hongo Hina and lost his footing, about to crash into the glass on the first floor.

Left with no other choice, he suddenly leaped into the air, soaring to the second floor—in the direction of Bai Mucheng.

Shiraki immediately opened the glass and let Maruk jump in through the window.

Swish!
Maruk still couldn't stop and stumbled towards Mr. Yamamoto. With a loud "bang," the two of them fell flat on their backs in the rest area.

"..."

Maruk was unharmed and got up, looking around blankly.

Mr. Yamamoto fared much worse; he was knocked unconscious and is now sleeping peacefully.

"..."

Seeing this, the students, including Baki, looked at each other in bewilderment.

Bai Mucheng quickly accepted it, nodding in agreement, "Yes, we're a bunch of fools."

He raised his hand to greet the students, "Want to exercise? There's free protein powder to drink, from the big brand Guhai Pharmaceuticals."

The students: "..."

Students: "Okay!"

As long as you don't listen to boring lectures, it's fine.

"Okay, then..."

Shiraki Cheng turned his head to look into the courtyard, while Katahara Metsudo looked up and met his gaze, even making a "V" sign and smiling quite happily.

"What brings Old Master Mie Tang here?"

(End of this chapter)