Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 195 The Unbearable Warriors

"Different 'paths'?"

Bai Mucheng tilted his head and asked in a low voice, "Is it because the paths of cultivation are different?"

"Not entirely. Besides differences in personal thinking, it's more about the 'techniques and directions' themselves."

Gaolang raised his eyebrows, still with that dead fish-like look, "Speaking of Thai martial arts, you can't avoid 'Muay Thai,' and I have indeed studied it extensively."

“But my goal is not the pinnacle of Muay Thai.”

Gaolang explained in a low voice: "In traditional Muay Thai, boxing is of very low importance because it hardly scores any points in Muay Thai matches."

"In addition, because the Thai clinch is very well developed, it is considered to be disadvantageous for boxing-based stances."

"Therefore, Muay Thai emphasizes elbow strikes, knee kicks, and spinning kicks, and very few fighters use boxing."

Gaolang slowly clenched his fist.

“When I was five years old, I was discovered and trained by His Majesty’s father, King Lalma XII, and have been practicing Muay Thai for the past twenty years.”

"Without realizing it, people started calling me 'the strongest Muay Thai fighter in history'."

"However, I noticed a problem—"

"The rules of Muay Thai disregard boxing."

"If it's Muay Thai competition, then this is fine, but what if it's a no-rules sparring match?"

"I cannot allow myself to fail."

"So, in order to overcome this weakness, I started to switch to boxing and tried to combine the techniques of the two 'striking fighting techniques'."

"—Did you understand, Shiraki?"

Gaolang lowered his fist and took a deep breath.

"What I focus on training is 'striking techniques,' not 'boxing' or 'Muay Thai' techniques themselves. This is my personal choice, and it is the fighting style that I believe is most suitable for me."

"Perhaps there are indeed Muay Thai masters who can overcome their weaknesses in boxing within the 'Muay Thai realm' and achieve a level of strength different from mine—that's the kind of person you want to see."

"Therefore, as someone who is more skilled in striking techniques, I cannot offer you any insights into the field of Muay Thai."

"..."

Bai Mucheng understood upon hearing this.

He continued to sit cross-legged, observing the martial arts movements of the Sea King while stroking his chin in deep thought, feeling the surging ink around him.

Subtly, the absolute "Emperor of Muay Thai" was emanating an indescribable and intense fighting spirit.

He was also curious about what exactly Shiramu Cheng's "enlightenment" was.

……

……

After Liehaiwang left the arena, it was Baimu Cheng's turn to demonstrate martial arts. His sparring partner was Motang Hou, and the two exchanged several moves.

It was around noon.

After a break from martial arts training, the disciples dispersed to have lunch. Today's "special guest coach" and guests were personally entertained by Katsumi Uchi and provided with a rest room.

The afternoon was mainly for free exercise, and interested disciples could exchange ideas on their own, so time flew by.

Time flies, and it's already evening.

The disciples dispersed, each one satisfied and having gained much.

There are also bathrooms inside the Shinshin Church.

After everyone rinsed off, they felt refreshed, and Yuji Katsumi also prepared tea and snacks.

The group chose a spacious room and sat on the floor, chatting happily. Lalma, as usual, sat in the corner, leisurely reminiscing about what he had seen and heard that day.

"..."

With nothing else to do, Shiraki picked up a hanging punching bag on the sidelines and, referencing the arcs created by the surrounding ink wash paintings, began practicing beginner-level Muay Thai movements.

After glancing at it a few times, Gaolang couldn't resist any longer and got up to go to Shiramu Cheng's side.

"Although I can't give you any reference for my Muay Thai, I can still tell you a few 'training tips'."

Gaolang patted the sandbag and pointed to several points.

"Compared to other stand-up fighting styles, Muay Thai is very 'sharp,' so the equipment used for training wears out very quickly."

"Therefore, it's best to add an extra layer of protection to these areas, which will also help you find your rhythm more quickly."

"Also, be careful with your footing, pay attention to the curvature of your knees to prevent sprains..."

Gaolang explained things in great detail, and even though it was just the basics, it wasn't boring to listen to. As a result, Retsu Kaioh and Katsumi Guji were also attracted and came over to listen.

……

……

Not far away, King Larma XIII leaned against a cushion, smiling as he watched the fighters chatting.

“It’s really beautiful.”

Lalma gently stroked the ground, which was not shiny and new, but covered with countless scratches of varying sizes, as well as many traces of repairs. "These are the marks left by the disciples of the Divine Heart Society—those warriors who built their dreams."

He looked at the guards beside him and said, "It will probably be a while before the event ends. Sit down and rest for a bit. No need to stand on ceremony."

Just as the guards on either side sat down, they heard Lamar's sigh.

“I am very happy because Gaolang has finally met warriors who are just as thirsty as he is.”

Upon hearing this, the guards exchanged bewildered glances. "Is...is that so..."

Lalma smiled. "What? Why do you doubt me?"

A veteran guard couldn't help but cough twice. "Your Majesty, you said that 'Gaolang' is insatiable? We really can't imagine it."

"Indeed, Mr. Gaolang and the other three are all qualified fighters, and they all possess extraordinary fighting spirit."

"But at the same time, they are all top-notch individuals with extraordinary self-control."

The guard muttered in confusion, "They can endure unusually high-intensity special training, so how could they not control their fighting spirit?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Larma smiled faintly, "What you're saying is really just a superficial understanding."

The guard was stunned.

Lalma narrowed his eyes. "Whether it's Gaolang, a martial artist, or a karate master—these top-tier figures are not as you describe them."

"The killing instinct that dwells in their hearts is not so easy to suppress."

To put it bluntly, it's just that I'm itching to show off my skills.

"What will these warriors, who are extremely eager to show their skills, do?"

"Of course, it's about 'seeking out formidable rivals'!"

Lamar rested his chin on his hand. "So, I'm very happy to be invited to participate in this competition and give Gaolang a 'stage' to relieve his itch to show off his skills."

"..."

Upon hearing this, the guards suddenly realized what was happening and immediately echoed their agreement.

However, Lamar didn't finish what he was saying.

Or rather, even if it were explained, those "non-combatant" guards wouldn't be able to fully understand it, and it would only increase their frustration.

"..."

As Gaolang himself said, Lamar could also see it—

Shiraki's "Tao" is different from that of Gaolang.

From the perspective mentioned earlier, Shiraki Sei, who has mastered a large number of fighting techniques, may face the same "itch to practice" problem as Gaolang!
If one continues to improve, the urge to hone one's skills will gradually intensify, eventually becoming difficult to suppress.

How will Shiraki Cheng face this?
"I have heard that even in this era, there are still practical masters who insist on practicing ancient battlefield jujitsu and have mastered a lot of skills and knowledge that cannot be revealed in the light of day."

"Unwilling to relinquish any weapon, constantly refining his skills, and relentlessly studying martial arts, the sheer number of techniques he mastered can only be described as tragic..."

"That kind of person is perhaps similar to Shiraki."

"--but."

Lalma changed the subject, muttering to himself, "It's too early to think about these things now. After all, there are still many powerful fighters. Maybe Gaolang can give him the answer? I'm very confident."

"Let's just watch it to the end, for now..."

"Everyone—!"

Larma glanced at his phone, then raised his hand and suggested, "My old friend recommended a restaurant. How about we order sushi delivery tonight? It'll be my treat."

While others felt it would be impolite to refuse, Gaolang felt that His Majesty had been too polite lately.

"It's nothing, it's just a small amount of money. Besides, it was a shop recommended by Katahara Metsudo, so I had to give it a try!"

Lamar waved his hands repeatedly.

Gaolang was helpless and was about to call the others to follow when he suddenly heard a muffled thud behind him.

boom!
He was all too familiar with that sound; it was the sound of a whip kick hitting a sandbag.

—And it's a Muay Thai sweep kick!
Not only was it incredibly powerful, but it was also brimming with murderous intent, and even contained some of its own interpretation.

Gaolang turned around and looked at Shiraki Cheng, whose signature dead fish eyes had just kicked out.

Bai Mucheng raised his arms and pulled his legs back, his whole body twitching slightly, his eyes brimming with fervor and joy.

"Great, fantastic!"

He turned his head and raised his hand to Gaolang, who raised his hand in a daze, still not recovered from his previous astonishment.

Snapped!
The two palms clapping together produced a pleasant, crisp sound.

"Haha, this is so much fun!"

Bai Mucheng draped his right elbow over Lie Haiwang's shoulder, patted Yuji Katsumi with his other hand, and grinned, "Let's go eat!"

(End of this chapter)