Super Fighting Tokyo.

"Hello there!"

Xiaoyuzhou and Yousha greeted each other. After all, they were close in age, and young people can easily chat together.

"So, Master."

Xiao Yuzhou looked around and asked Mushi, "Where is that incredibly powerful fighter you wanted me to learn from?"

"Well……"

Mushi stroked his chin, looked at a corner next to the construction site, and gestured, "Over there, he's hitting sandbags."

...Hit a sandbag?!

Xiao Yuzhou was taken aback.

According to his master, Mitsuyo Muishi, that "fighter" had just experienced a pyrrhic victory a dozen days ago.

Since it was a Pyrrhic victory, injuries are inevitable. How could you possibly start resuming training now?!

"..."

Looking at the small universe from a few steps to the side.

In front of the 150kg sandbag stood a man, shirtless, with plaster casts wrapped around his body.

He used his bandaged hand to strike the sandbag repeatedly, punch after punch.

Sweat had soaked his entire body, even seeping out from the cracks in the plaster cast, but the man's striking continued unabated, sometimes even kicking, producing a series of muffled thuds.

"he……"

Xiao Yuzhou stared wide-eyed, bewildered by the scene. "How long has he been fighting like this?"

"I rested for a while during lunch all day."

Arisa was used to it. While eating her popsicle, she recalled, "If I were to resume exercising, I would start yesterday."

Hearing Yusa's nonchalant tone, Xiaoyuzhou was even more astonished, "He's training so hard, aren't you worried?!"

Yusa, however, was quite composed and accepted everything long ago. "I always try to think positively about things. I've always been very lucky, and it's a good thing that my brother is so energetic."

Little Universe: "..."

Little Universe: "..."

Little Universe: "?"

This agile young man is also a Kengan fighter, and a fairly famous top-tier one at that, known as a genius, having defeated many strong opponents.

Even he couldn't understand Shiraki's actions, or Arisa's almost blindly optimistic mindset.

After a pause, Xiao Yuzhou said awkwardly, "This is not scientific at all..."

Upon hearing this, Mitsuyoshi Muishi patted his disciple on the shoulder.

"But it's good this way too!"

"Regardless of what modern medicine says, there have been many 'examples' in ancient martial arts."

He explained with a smile, "By applying greater stress to the injured area and combining it with a strong fighting spirit, the body will respond—the human body contains such powerful strength."

"If you want to beat me, Little Universe, there's still a lot of 'supernatural' knowledge you need to learn!"

"..."

Xiao Yuzhou looked in surprise at the distance.

As he spoke, Bai Mucheng struck the sandbag faster and faster, with each strike becoming more powerful than the last.

Thump, thump! Bang! Bang!

Finally, with a muffled "bang," the hard plaster cast was completely shattered, and bandages and fragments were scattered all over the ground, revealing the nearly healed torso.

"Ha ha!"

Mitsuyo Koishi hugged Kosou's neck and couldn't help but slap his thigh and laugh, "The human body, isn't it amazing?!"

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Shiraki delivered his final punch, as if breaking free of shackles, completely shedding the bandages and cast from his body, leaving only a few traces of bandages.

Sweat streamed down, soaking the ground beneath their feet.

He held onto the final movement of his fist, and could even feel a faint, comfortable itch emanating from the gaps in the incomplete fractures within his body.

That's proof that callus is forming rapidly, helping the bone to remodel.

"Huh...huh..."

Bai Mucheng took a few deep breaths, turned around to find a towel to wipe his sweat, and looked up to see Mu Shi and his apprentice who had come to visit.

"Hey, Cheng!"

Mushi greeted Shiraki Cheng with a smile and then introduced his top disciple, Imai Kouyu.

"Great, fantastic!"

Bai Mucheng expertly handed over the "Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall" business card, welcoming Xiaoyuzhou to come and play anytime.

Seeing this, Mu Shi joked that Bai Mucheng was openly poaching him and that he had to treat him to a meal as an apology. Bai Mucheng smiled and agreed.

That evening, the brother and sister, along with the master and apprentice, went to the famous high-end barbecue restaurant "Huangniuyuan". The master and apprentice treated Shiraki to a big meal, and Yusa also enjoyed the meal very much.

After eating and drinking their fill, everyone went home.

……

……

The next day, before dawn, Bai Mucheng had already gotten up early.

He put on his clothes and sneakers, did a few warm-up exercises on the street, and then started jogging towards the park further away. The total distance was about 20 kilometers.

After all, the body hasn't fully recovered yet, so there should be some room for relaxation.

After some time, we can try taking a longer route and gradually increase the total distance to thirty kilometers.

"Great, fantastic!"

Tap tap tap tap tap...

Bai Mucheng ran along, maintaining a steady breathing pace, occasionally throwing punches in the air to train his ability to control his breathing rhythm.

……

As dawn broke, the sun rose.

Shiramu Cheng ran to the target park, his body covered in a good amount of sweat, but he didn't stop, intending to run the entire round trip in one go.

His agile running and punching posture attracted the attention of many citizens who were exercising in the morning, and some even cheered him on.

On the way, they also encountered a foreigner, the famous mixed martial artist Rob Robinson, nicknamed "Kick King".

The two ran together for a while. Although they didn't speak to each other, they smiled knowingly at each other, which could be considered a tacit understanding between early risers and trainees.

After parting ways with Rob, Shiraki took a different route, enjoying the scenery along the way, which was different from the way he came, and ran all the way home.

"Huff—huff—huff—ha..."

When he got home, Bai Mucheng was drenched in sweat, panting heavily, and all his muscles were fully activated.

After a short rest, Shiramu Cheng began unpacking and assembling the newly purchased training equipment.

Items like speedballs and tires, which are easy to disassemble and move, are naturally the first choice for temporary training. As for fixed equipment, they need to be installed in accordance with the construction schedule of the martial arts gym.

The construction team introduced by Akiyama Kaede was said to be a subsidiary of a company that was a member of the Kengan Association, so their efficiency and reliability were guaranteed, which saved Shiraki Seika and Yusa a lot of trouble.

"..."

After the tire throwing drills were finished, it was time for the regular striking drills.

Whoosh—! Whoosh whoosh!

Bai Mucheng punched and kicked the sandbag. The originally brand-new sandbag now had many training marks, making it look much "mature".

After several training sessions, Yusa woke up and got out of bed. Today it was her turn to make breakfast for the two siblings and prepare her own lunchbox.

While Yusa was cooking, Shiraki had finished stretching and then went to the temporary bathroom to wash up, feeling refreshed both physically and mentally.

"call!"

Shiraki took a deep breath, stretched vigorously, and went to Yusa's side.

While assisting, he also prepared "special snacks" for himself based on his memory.

"Eggs, rice crust, and milk..."

Shiramu Cheng mixed these ingredients together, put them into a high-speed blender, blended them all, and finally poured them into a cup to make a unique and nutritious drink.

Arisa: "..."

Yusa: "Brother, keep it up, don't waste it."

Looking at the viscous liquid in the cup, Bai Mucheng hesitated for a long time, resisted the urge to start the "engine," and drank it all in one gulp.

Glug... Glug... Glug...

"Well!"

Shiraki swallowed the last bite with force and felt that the taste wasn't so bad, so he urged Yusa to try it too, but Yusa refused outright.

"It's pretty good too."

As always, Yusa remained optimistic, saying, "At least it proves that my brother is recovering well, his appetite is ridiculously good, and his creativity is also amazing."

"..."

Before long, the brother and sister started eating breakfast.

Bai Mucheng suddenly spoke up, "Oh right, I might not be home when you get out of school tonight. I have an appointment this afternoon."