Super Fighting Tokyo

Chapter 283 Envy
Shiraki Sei, Wu Fengshui, Shibukawa Takeki, Sonoda Morio —

The four returned to the clan chief's residence and had a simple dinner.

As night fell, the streets became even more lively.

Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui went out for a stroll together.

Inside the mansion's tea room, Shibukawa was having tea with Wu Huili, accompanied by Sonoda and another younger sister from the Wu clan.

"..."

Shechuan then recounted what had happened that day.

Wu Huili sighed helplessly, "Fighting in the ring in the morning, eating barbecue at noon, and wrestling in the afternoon—aren't you afraid of breaking your old bones!"

Shibukawa burst into laughter upon hearing this, "Hahahaha~!"

Wu Huili took a sip of hot tea and sighed leisurely, "Even at her age, she still loves fighting so much..."

Shechuan took a sip of tea, his narrowed eyes gleaming with a sharp light. "You're an old man more than ten years older than me, aren't you ready to fight anytime?"

Wu Huili waved her hands repeatedly, "No, no, in terms of physical condition alone, I'm long past my prime."

"..."

The two elderly people, who were more than ten years apart in age, chatted happily, one after the other.

Seeing this, Wu Yizu, the young woman in charge of brewing tea, smiled and exclaimed, "It's truly a rare sight to see two 'masters' from both the inner and outer worlds conversing and exchanging ideas."

Upon hearing this, Wu Huili smiled faintly, "There's no need to be surprised by this, because on the 'combat' level, we're the same kind of people."

Wu Yi's younger sister was puzzled, "Grandpa, you are the representative of the inner world, but Teacher Shechuan is the universally recognized 'Martial Saint' of the outer world..."

"indeed."

Sonoda couldn't help but speak up, "Martial arts are social sports, such as karate, judo, aikido... all of which are hailed as 'the way'."

Shechuan blinked and grinned.

Wu Huili explained, "This man from Shibukawa is quite strong-willed, but he never talks about 'the Way'!"

"...?"

Sonoda was stunned, and even the youngest sister of the Wu clan couldn't hide her shock.

Both of them fell into deep thought because of what they had just said.

Afterwards, Wu Huili continued chatting with Shechuan, and the two talked about the "Kengan Association" and the topic of the fighters' "reasons for fighting".

Shechuan crossed his arms and asked, "Brother Wu, why do you think people need to become strong?"

Wu Huili stared at the tea in her cup, "Desire, self, loyalty, family, survival... or perhaps it's for the 'fight' itself, and so on."

Shechuan pursed his lips and added, "Regardless of the reason, we are pursuing what we believe to be strength!"

Wu Huiliyang sensed a hidden meaning in Shechuan's words, "But are there exceptions?"

"Yes."

Holding his teacup, Shechuan recalled leisurely, "It wasn't about pursuing strength, but something more superficial—being curious about what it means to be strong."

"He doesn't even know what power is, so he's always curious."

"If you want to know the answer to an unsolved mystery, you cannot presuppose the outcome, otherwise you will not be able to get to the truth."

"...That's probably what he was thinking, right?"

Shechuan took a sip of tea.

What is power?

"—For someone who can immerse themselves in such questions, every action, whether 'walking, standing, sitting, lying down, or playing,' is part of their 'journey.' Just how much joy can they experience?"

"It's kind of...enviable..."

Shechuan couldn't help but sigh softly, and Wu Huili nodded with a smile.

At this moment, Sonoda finally realized who the "he" the two old men were talking about was—

White wood support.

……

……

Wuzhili, a commercial street.

Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui strolled around, stopping and starting, their hands somehow clasped together, swaying back and forth with their footsteps.

The girl smiled, narrowing her black-and-white eyes, "The custom-made yukatas have been delivered to our home, along with yours. We'll wear them on the day of the celebration."

"Okay!"

Shiraki Sei grinned.

He was led by the girl's hand as they strolled through the shops, occasionally buying small trinkets or snacks.

Because of frequent shooting, the girl's hands had calluses, yet they were also soft and strong, possessing a kind of elasticity different from that of a fighter.

The two walked and stopped frequently, telling each other jokes and anecdotes from time to time, and occasionally bursting into laughter at the silly dolls.

Ah, this feels so good...

Shiraki Chengfa exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.

That's precisely why I absolutely don't want anything bad to happen, or for any other malicious intent to get mixed in and affect this moment.

Absolutely—absolutely do not wish for that.

However, although I don't want that to happen, if something bad really does occur...

Both Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui couldn't help but be happy and would never miss such a rare moment of joy. "..."

Swish!
Two middle-aged men walked side by side past Bai Mucheng.

Because they were so close, Bai Mucheng and Wu Fengshui could instantly discern each other's presence from their breath, posture, the weight of their footsteps, appearance, and eyes.

Ah, it's malicious!

Kind and sensible people would never show that kind of appearance or demeanor.

The two middle-aged men were clearly armed with weapons; they could be IDEAL killers who had previously escaped capture, or other petty criminals.

But no matter what, this little bit of malice is part of Ah Cheng and Feng Shui's casual stroll, and the two of them will never miss it.

"..."

Bai Mucheng took Wu Fengshui's hand and swung the girl around half a circle in place.

Swish!
The two changed direction and followed the two middle-aged men, maintaining a "dangerous" distance that wouldn't cause them to lose track of them, completely unconcerned about being exposed.

After all, this is Wu territory, the stronghold of the Wu clan.

That obvious "malice" was easy to detect, and Wu's clan members would probably patrol the area soon and deal with the two middle-aged men.

Therefore, you absolutely cannot miss it!

"..."

It was still on a commercial street, but there were no pedestrians within a few meters in front or behind.

Bai Mucheng quickly stepped forward, patted a middle-aged man on the shoulder, and when the man turned around with an unfriendly expression, he smiled and gestured to the waist.

The middle-aged man instantly realized that he had been exposed, and Bai Mucheng discovered that he had a knife hidden at his waist.

Without the slightest hesitation—

Swish!
The middle-aged man grabbed Bai Mucheng's wrist with one hand, and with the other hand reached to his waist, pulled out a sharp blade about the length of his forearm, and stabbed it into Bai Mucheng's abdomen.

At the same time, Bai Mucheng neither broke free nor blocked, but instead used the force to pull his body back and swiftly launched a low sweeping kick with his right leg.

[Sagat Low Kick]!
boom!
A kick struck the middle-aged man's ankle, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the side, causing the blade he thrust out to miss its mark.

Bai Mucheng grabbed the middle-aged man's wrist, tossed him upwards, and then released him.

While his body was suspended in mid-air, unable to dodge—

[Sagat's Tiger-like Elbow Slam]!
Boom!
The elbow strike was as sharp as a knife, slamming heavily into the middle-aged man's chest, breaking several ribs and slamming his body to the ground.

Pfft!
The middle-aged man lay on his back and fell unconscious due to severe pain.

Seeing this, another middle-aged man pulled out a dagger, intending to find a hostage nearby so he could escape safely.

Bai Mucheng suddenly puffed out his cheeks—

"puff!"

The iced drink that had been consumed earlier was forcefully sprayed out. Although its power was far less than that of Kaeya, it still managed to catch the person off guard.

Another middle-aged man was stunned.

Shiramu Cheng quickly tiptoed closer, then launched a surprise attack from the side, kicking the opponent's right hand holding the knife with his toe.

[Longshangduan foot knife kick]!
Snapped!
The sharp dagger was kicked away.

Bai Mucheng stepped forward, lightly punched his opponent in the chest, breaking two ribs, followed by a light front kick to adjust his stance, and finally a heavy stomp.

[Long Bupo's Triple Strike]!
Bang!
The final, heavy kick landed on the middle-aged man's jaw, producing a sharp, cracking sound.

"Wow--!"

The middle-aged man screamed and flew backward, lying on his back unconscious.

"..."

After Bai Mucheng landed and stood firm, he turned around and raised his hand to Wu Fengshui. The girl watching the battle also smiled and raised her hand, and the two clapped their hands together with a "smack".

—Yeah, that's how it has to be, quick and decisive!
After all, this is Wu Village, the stronghold of the Wu clan. People will soon come to deal with it and interrogate the unconscious culprit.

Therefore, in order to continue strolling around and enjoy the previous "good atmosphere," one must escape this place as soon as possible.

Otherwise, the other members of the Wu clan would question them, wasting this precious night.

"..."

Shiraki Seiichi first grabbed the girl's hand.

But he suddenly found it amusing, so he leaned forward, supporting the girl's back with one hand and her legs with the other, lifting her up and holding her in his arms.

He strode forward and ran wildly until he disappeared around the street corner.

……

……

In the dimly lit alley.

Bai Mucheng put down Wu Fengshui and looked into the girl's black eyes with white pupils. In the end, the two of them burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha!"

After resting for a while, the two were about to go for another stroll when they suddenly noticed someone pleading and cursing at the end of a dimly lit alley.

One of them was particularly large.

It is none other than Kengan Fighter – [God of Destruction] Haruo Kono.

(End of this chapter)