Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 196 The Fluctuation of Killing Intent
As a "God of Fighting," Gaolang saw that their "paths" were different, and therefore refused to demonstrate Muay Thai to Shiraki.

As a friend—even though they had just met—Gao Lang didn't mind introducing Shiraki Cheng to some basic Muay Thai knowledge.

Examples include the specifications of training sandbags, special equipment, and the methods of bandaging the hands and feet, and so on...

Therefore, the next day, some Muay Thai training equipment was added to the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall.

It includes upright heavy sandbags filled with sand and fixed upright targets, specifically designed for single-person continuous hitting training to improve attack frequency and endurance.

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Early morning hours.

After his run, Bai Mucheng returned to the Douhun Martial Arts Hall for breakfast and remarked that the food was quite delicious.

Maruk was in charge of cooking today's meals. His injuries from being beaten by Spek had mostly healed, so Maruk increased his training intensity.

"Maruk must become stronger, so strong that none of the people Maruk likes will be in danger!"

With this determination, he started doing dumbbell squats, working up a sweat.

"..."

After digesting his food, Shiraki glanced at Maruk and then began his own training for the day.

Project – Muay Thai!
The day before yesterday at the Shinshin Hall, Shiraki Sei delivered a roundhouse kick, which, according to Gao Lang, was "very much in the style of Muay Thai."

After two days and two nights of deep thought, Bai Mucheng finally gained some insights.

It truly deserves its reputation as one of the most famous fighting techniques, even being called the "strongest standing fighting style," and it's quite interesting to think about.

However, along with this "fun" comes an undeniable sense of oppression.

As time went on, the sense of oppression grew stronger and stronger, to the point that Bai Mucheng could hardly breathe. He could only hold onto the sandbag with one hand and gasp for breath with all his might!
"What on earth is this..."

Bai Mucheng suddenly felt darkness before his eyes; it turned out that a shadow was looming over him.

He turned his head and saw countless ink washes surging, outlining a burly and robust giant, who was standing with his arms crossed, looking down at him.

Height: 226cm; Weight: 139kg!

The skin is wheat-colored, the muscles are well-defined, the core muscles are strong, and the deltoid, latissimus dorsi, and leg muscles are equally well-developed.

His body was covered in calluses and scars, and there was a prominent, diagonal scar running across his chest.

He was bald, wore an eye patch over his right eye, and had a sharp gaze in his left eye, with the pupil almost invisible, making him appear even more menacing and ferocious.

A tiger skin was draped over his shoulders, and coarse cloth sandbags were tightly wrapped around his forearms and ankles.

Its name——

Sagat!
The "Emperor" of Muay Thai was once a member of a large criminal organization, but he has since left and embarked on a solitary path of self-discipline.

Its style adheres to the "long reach and strong core" of Muay Thai fighters, and its destructive power is unparalleled throughout history, standing tall like an indestructible high wall!

"Um……"

Shiraki Cheng, with one hand on the sandbag and the other on his knee, turned to look at Sagat and managed a weak laugh under the intense pressure.

"Ha ha!"

{…}
Sagat remained silent and took a couple of steps away.

Before him, ink lines surged, outlining a thick, horizontally lying tree trunk, at least two meters in diameter.

Sagat bent down, lifted the thick tree trunk upright, and gently placed it on the ground.

{snort……}
He snorted coldly.

Sagat raised his arms, pulled them back to their limit, and then relaxed them forward.

Two massive fists clenched, thick arms raised, elbows bent at an angle, left forearm almost perpendicular to the ground, right arm slightly extended forward. Torso slightly leaning forward, head tilted forward, adopting the basic "three-palace stance" structure, weight shifted to the rear leg, front foot lightly touching the ground, presenting a highly aggressive posture.

Undoubtedly, this is the iconic fighting stance of Muay Thai!
{…}
Sagat stood in this pose before the massive tree trunk, and in the instant the painting was completed, it seemed as if the air itself stood still, and even the surging ink seemed to freeze.

boom!
Sagat pushed off the ground with his right foot, unleashing a powerful low sweeping side kick that struck the thick tree trunk, sending it spinning high into the air.

In the instant the tree trunk fell, Sagat pushed off the ground with his feet, clenched his right fist and pulled it back, striking upwards with all his might, his giant fist hitting the very center of the tree trunk.

boom!
In an instant, the hard tree trunk shattered into pieces, as if a tornado had swept through, and countless pieces of wood chips scattered everywhere.

Wow…

Wood chips and debris fell one after another, like a heavy rain, pelting the white wooden support.

This move is called: [Fierce Tiger Rising Dragon Break]!
After being defeated by Ryu's Shoryuken, Sagat practiced his own Shoryuken under a rushing waterfall, and finally, in the process of resisting the force of the waterfall, this punch, which can be described as "explosive", was born.

{…}
After Sagat landed his punch, he glanced at Shiraki Sei without saying a word, and continued throwing punches, elbows, knees, and sweeping kicks...

With each move, thick ink was splashed out, almost suffocating Bai Mucheng!

"……good!"

Shiraki Cheng gritted his teeth and stood up straight, learning the Muay Thai stance, punching and kicking at the sandbag in front of him, gradually understanding Sagat's movements.

Four hours passed just like that.

Shiramu Cheng's striking motions continued relentlessly. By this time, he was already drenched in sweat, his pupils were even starting to swell, and the brand-new sandbag was already covered in wounds.

{…}
Seeing this, Sagat, who was throwing punches alongside Shiraki, finally stopped and uttered a heavy whisper.

{Hmph, so it can actually keep up with my movements? That's good.}
I have witnessed your will.
But don't treat me like your master.
{I am merely responding to your desire to become stronger, as a fighter and as an emperor.}
{continue!}
A loud shout jolted Bai Mucheng out of his daze, and his almost exhausted body started moving again.

Bang bang bang!
Punches, kicks, knees, elbows—the blows never stop.

Sweat soaked his feet and even the broken sandbags were stained with several marks.

"Huh...huh..."

Heavy breathing echoed in the training room.

Even so, Shiraki Sei has only just grasped the basics of Muay Thai style, and he still can't find the feeling to go any further.

Sagat continued training with Shiraki, while whispers could be heard from the sidelines.

There are thousands upon thousands of people in the world who are better than you...
Do you have the courage to treat them as rivals?
The stronger the opponent, the better.
{Fighting is about constantly challenging those stronger than yourself; a fight without this spirit is meaningless!}
{…}
boom!
Shiraki Cheng became more and more enthusiastic and happier as the fight progressed.

As he continued his movements, Shiramu Cheng's attacks became increasingly fierce, even scraping his skin with force and leaving bright red bloodstains on the sandbag.

His radical appearance even scared away Maruk, who had come to invite Shiraki to dinner.

{Hmph, that brat's pretty sharp!}
Sagat then stopped his movements, and after Shiraki Cheng kicked again, he placed his large hand on Shiraki Cheng's shoulder.

His tall figure looked down at Bai Mucheng, gazing into the other's exhausted yet bloodshot eyes.

Can you feel it?
{Perhaps it's due to the inherent characteristics of Muay Thai, coupled with your own improvement, in short...}
The overwhelming urge you feel is "killing intent."
{It's not some vague superpower, but rather a state of mind born from the journey of self-cultivation.}
Sagat clenched his fist and gently supported Shiraki with his other hand.

{All battles and power...}
Ultimately, it all points to one result—ending the life of the opponent before them.
Those who truly strive for strength must ultimately confront this realization.
This kind of awareness is called "the wave of killing intent"!
Making you aware of this is the first step in my 'response' to you.
Sagat slowly paced, parting the surging ink around him, then turned to look at Shiramu Cheng.

How will you face this?
As far as I know, there is one fighter who understands the essence of this matter better than anyone else.
{……snort!}
Sagat turned his head and snorted, gesturing towards the view outside the French windows to Shiraki Cheng—

In the courtyard bathed in the afternoon sun, a burly figure draped in a cassock sat cross-legged, meditating under the shade of a tree.

He's already waiting for you; you should ask him for advice.
……

……

Long had been waiting for a long time.

(End of this chapter)